~ Chapter 6 ~
Hey, look! Another chapter! I'm on a role here.
Oh, by the way. Was anyone offended by my last statement?
*
Michelle was humming under her breath as she and Katie headed through the scrub.
"What are you humming?" asked Katie, sounding nervous. Singing was for HAPPY people. Michelle was NOT happy unless she was murdering someone.
"Gayschool!" shouted Michelle, flinging her hands in the air. "Yay! Gayschool!
~ There's a bear in there ~
~ And an electric chair ~
~ There's people with AIDS ~
~ And hand grenades ~
~ Open wide ~
~ Come inside ~
~ It's gayschool ~
Like it?"
Katie shook her head sadly. If there was one thing worse than 1 Michelle, it had to be a singing Michelle. If only there were 2 Michelles. Then there would be no more Michelles left in the world, because the Michelles would be busy killing each other.
Sigh. Wouldn't that be nice?
"So what are you doing here?" asked Katie. "Where's Angeline and the others?"
"I killed them," said Michelle. "Actually, no. I'm GOING to kill them. I've got this whole plan, right? I'm gonna become the best fucking wizard in the whole fucking world. And THEN- here's the best bit- I'm gonna hunt 'em all down and kill them! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WOULDN'T THAT BE GREAT? HUH? HUH? HAHAHAHAHA!"
Katie sighed.
A/N
I'm serious. Michelle really DOES wanna kill us all. It was freaky at first and kinda weird, cuz we kept wondering why steak knives kept ending up in our pillows. But we've gotten used to it now, so yeah. It's cool.
E/A/N
Angeline was looking around at the construction of her ladders, smiling. "Excellent!" she beamed. "This is great! You're going to have invincible ladders by the time I'M finished, Mr Saruman. Say, as a point of interest, I was wondering what you need them for. Then, I could make some modifications to better adjust them to their intended task."
"Of course," nodded Saruman. "I'm going to take over the world with them. What can you do with that?"
Angeline blinked. "Excuse me?"
"I'm-going-to-take-over-the-world-with-them," said Saruman slowly. "What- can-you-do-with-that?"
"Taking over the world, hey?" asked Angeline, frowning. "Well....I guess I can think of SOMETHING. How exactly do you plan to take over the world with a bunch of ladders?"
Saruman's eyes lit up, and a manic light filled them. "I will scale the walls of the fortress of Aragorn, son of Arathorn with them. Then, I will send my armies in to kill them all!" He threw his head back and laughed. "Hahahahaha!"
Angeline looked slightly worried. "Ah...." she nodded. "I see." Turning back to the vast army of orcs, she began to plan.
A/N
Okay, I'm sick of writing 'meanwhile' and 'back in the fellowship', so I'm just gonna write 'M' for an extract from Michelle's adventures, 'F' for the Fellowship and 'A' for Angeline.
E/A/N
F
"Oh, shut UP Rachel," groaned Victoria. "I'm trying to think."
"The world holds its breath in anticipation," drawled Rachel.
"SHUT UP!"
"Yessir. Or ma'am. Or-"
"LOOK OUT!" cried Aragorn as the bushes parted once more to reveal....
"ORCS!" gasped Legolas.
"Uh NUH!" gasped Rachel sarcastically. "Y'don't SAY! REALLY?"
The piercing sounds of swords being pulled out of sheaths rang in the air, and every non-fighter winced and bent over to cover their ears.
"It's been a while since they last fought, hasn't it?" asked Victoria dryly.
"What gave it away?" sighed Frodo, surrounded by the rest of the Fellowship.
Stephanie stared around at the circle of men, viciously battling the orcs. "Wow," she said. "Cool, man."
"Steph!" gasped Victoria, shocked at this display of approval of violence from her mild-mannered friend.
Steph grinned sheepishly and shrugged.
"Watch out, Legolas!" shrieked Christina, catching sight of the orc's battleaxe descending on the elf's head....
A/N
Shit. I've just realised. Christina DOESN'T LIKE Orlando Bloom. Kinda weird, seeing that she's so obsessed with that loser, Daniel Radcliffe, but yeah. FREAKY. Soz.
E/A/N
Turning to Rachel and the others, Christina asked, "Why are they doing that?"
"Doing what?" sighed Victoria resignedly. Over the past two years, she had come to understand that Christina asked the strangest questions.
"Doing THAT," Christina pointed at the fighting men. "They're fighting. They're working up a sweat."
"Because," said Victoria patiently, "Unless they want to die, they have to fight for their lives. Understand?"
"REALLY?" gasped Rachel. "Gee, thanks for that, Vicky. Cuz like, I was kinda wondering if it was just cuz they had insomnia or something. Wow. I'll treasure that tidbit of information for the rest of my life."
Victoria threw the other girl a dirty look. She hadn't taken a bath in quite a couple of weeks, see, and even her looks were getting a bit unhygienic. But anyway. "The rest of your life will be a COUPLE OF SECONDS if you keep up the sarcasm. I was enlightening Christina here."
"You threatenin' me?" asked Rachel, lifting a brow.
Victoria sighed and rolled her eyes.
"I'm hungry," said Christina.
"So am I," agreed Merry and Pippin in a chorus.
"I'm feeling a bit peckish myself," admitted Sam. "How about you, Mister Frodo?"
Frodo blanched and shook his head. "Not really, Sam." He sighed and felt the weight of the Ring on his chest grow heavier on his heart as well as his neck. Its Master was calling to it again, and it was answering. It wouldn't be long till Frodo would be forced to answer in his own way.
*
Sniff. How poetic. Take THAT, Shakespere.
Hey, look! Another chapter! I'm on a role here.
Oh, by the way. Was anyone offended by my last statement?
*
Michelle was humming under her breath as she and Katie headed through the scrub.
"What are you humming?" asked Katie, sounding nervous. Singing was for HAPPY people. Michelle was NOT happy unless she was murdering someone.
"Gayschool!" shouted Michelle, flinging her hands in the air. "Yay! Gayschool!
~ There's a bear in there ~
~ And an electric chair ~
~ There's people with AIDS ~
~ And hand grenades ~
~ Open wide ~
~ Come inside ~
~ It's gayschool ~
Like it?"
Katie shook her head sadly. If there was one thing worse than 1 Michelle, it had to be a singing Michelle. If only there were 2 Michelles. Then there would be no more Michelles left in the world, because the Michelles would be busy killing each other.
Sigh. Wouldn't that be nice?
"So what are you doing here?" asked Katie. "Where's Angeline and the others?"
"I killed them," said Michelle. "Actually, no. I'm GOING to kill them. I've got this whole plan, right? I'm gonna become the best fucking wizard in the whole fucking world. And THEN- here's the best bit- I'm gonna hunt 'em all down and kill them! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WOULDN'T THAT BE GREAT? HUH? HUH? HAHAHAHAHA!"
Katie sighed.
A/N
I'm serious. Michelle really DOES wanna kill us all. It was freaky at first and kinda weird, cuz we kept wondering why steak knives kept ending up in our pillows. But we've gotten used to it now, so yeah. It's cool.
E/A/N
Angeline was looking around at the construction of her ladders, smiling. "Excellent!" she beamed. "This is great! You're going to have invincible ladders by the time I'M finished, Mr Saruman. Say, as a point of interest, I was wondering what you need them for. Then, I could make some modifications to better adjust them to their intended task."
"Of course," nodded Saruman. "I'm going to take over the world with them. What can you do with that?"
Angeline blinked. "Excuse me?"
"I'm-going-to-take-over-the-world-with-them," said Saruman slowly. "What- can-you-do-with-that?"
"Taking over the world, hey?" asked Angeline, frowning. "Well....I guess I can think of SOMETHING. How exactly do you plan to take over the world with a bunch of ladders?"
Saruman's eyes lit up, and a manic light filled them. "I will scale the walls of the fortress of Aragorn, son of Arathorn with them. Then, I will send my armies in to kill them all!" He threw his head back and laughed. "Hahahahaha!"
Angeline looked slightly worried. "Ah...." she nodded. "I see." Turning back to the vast army of orcs, she began to plan.
A/N
Okay, I'm sick of writing 'meanwhile' and 'back in the fellowship', so I'm just gonna write 'M' for an extract from Michelle's adventures, 'F' for the Fellowship and 'A' for Angeline.
E/A/N
F
"Oh, shut UP Rachel," groaned Victoria. "I'm trying to think."
"The world holds its breath in anticipation," drawled Rachel.
"SHUT UP!"
"Yessir. Or ma'am. Or-"
"LOOK OUT!" cried Aragorn as the bushes parted once more to reveal....
"ORCS!" gasped Legolas.
"Uh NUH!" gasped Rachel sarcastically. "Y'don't SAY! REALLY?"
The piercing sounds of swords being pulled out of sheaths rang in the air, and every non-fighter winced and bent over to cover their ears.
"It's been a while since they last fought, hasn't it?" asked Victoria dryly.
"What gave it away?" sighed Frodo, surrounded by the rest of the Fellowship.
Stephanie stared around at the circle of men, viciously battling the orcs. "Wow," she said. "Cool, man."
"Steph!" gasped Victoria, shocked at this display of approval of violence from her mild-mannered friend.
Steph grinned sheepishly and shrugged.
"Watch out, Legolas!" shrieked Christina, catching sight of the orc's battleaxe descending on the elf's head....
A/N
Shit. I've just realised. Christina DOESN'T LIKE Orlando Bloom. Kinda weird, seeing that she's so obsessed with that loser, Daniel Radcliffe, but yeah. FREAKY. Soz.
E/A/N
Turning to Rachel and the others, Christina asked, "Why are they doing that?"
"Doing what?" sighed Victoria resignedly. Over the past two years, she had come to understand that Christina asked the strangest questions.
"Doing THAT," Christina pointed at the fighting men. "They're fighting. They're working up a sweat."
"Because," said Victoria patiently, "Unless they want to die, they have to fight for their lives. Understand?"
"REALLY?" gasped Rachel. "Gee, thanks for that, Vicky. Cuz like, I was kinda wondering if it was just cuz they had insomnia or something. Wow. I'll treasure that tidbit of information for the rest of my life."
Victoria threw the other girl a dirty look. She hadn't taken a bath in quite a couple of weeks, see, and even her looks were getting a bit unhygienic. But anyway. "The rest of your life will be a COUPLE OF SECONDS if you keep up the sarcasm. I was enlightening Christina here."
"You threatenin' me?" asked Rachel, lifting a brow.
Victoria sighed and rolled her eyes.
"I'm hungry," said Christina.
"So am I," agreed Merry and Pippin in a chorus.
"I'm feeling a bit peckish myself," admitted Sam. "How about you, Mister Frodo?"
Frodo blanched and shook his head. "Not really, Sam." He sighed and felt the weight of the Ring on his chest grow heavier on his heart as well as his neck. Its Master was calling to it again, and it was answering. It wouldn't be long till Frodo would be forced to answer in his own way.
*
Sniff. How poetic. Take THAT, Shakespere.
