Phibrizo walked into the small, roughly circular-shaped chamber, admiring the uneven rock walls reflecting the flickering light of the fire.
In the center of the room, beside what looked kinda like a garbage can that was lit on fire, lay the still form of a man dressed in wet and torn clothing.
Phibrizo poked him. Nothing happened. He tried poking him again. Still nothing. He decided to continue poking.
The person groaned.
"What … what happened?"
"I don't know," replied Phibrizo. "I just got here."
He looked up. "PHIBRIZO???"
"That's me!"
"What?! What are you--" he looked down at his hands. "Hey, are these … I-I-I'm human! But how can that be?"
Phibrizo frowned slightly, wondering why the little ex-chimera was there.
"I'm not sure … maybe you should ask Nel."
"Who?"
"Nel, the author of this sorry little fic."
"Never heard of the guy."
NEL-- "GRRRR! Why does everyone always think that Nel is a boys name?! It's not! In fact, it's quite common in some little country … that starts with a P I think … oh, never mind. Maybe I should change my name. Yeah, that's what I'll do … I can be Simura. I always liked that name. Or Eve. Yep, that's it; I proclaim that from this day forth I shall be known as Eve in all my Slayers fics."
Phibrizo stared up at the ceiling with wide eyes. "Um, won't that get kinda confusing?"
EVE-- "No, it will not. And you're not supposed to be talking about me while you're in the fic!!!"
"Oh, right. Um … I was just kinda wondering why I was here. And with him."
"And why am I human again?" Zelgadis inquired.
Eve smirked, and a box full of lighters, matches, nails, camel cigarettes and various other implements of torture fell onto the floor from the ceiling.
EVE-- "Because stone doesn't burn."
Zel started to sweat.