**I'm sorry I don't put to be continued or anything like that. So far, from
what I've written there's more than six chapters. Thanks for the nice
reviews I'll try to update it ASAP. ^-^ **
Lara woke up in the middle of the night. She jumped, in a cold sweat from another nightmare about the events in Paris. Feeling around under her pillow, she realized the Chirugai was gone. Then she remembered Kurtis was sleeping in her attic. She stared out the window. *Why did I let him stay? I should have kicked him out when he came* the sound of smashing glass broke her out of her thought. Picking up a gun. She went out into the hallway.
Kurtis was sticking to the wall outside the attic door, the Boran X in his hand. He motioned his gun toward the library. They could hear light footsteps cross some broken glass. Kurtis walked by the door with Lara following closely behind. Gun first, they both rushed in. Lara lowered her pistol.
"Larson? What are you doing here?" Larson was standing by ten other guys that were stealing her books.
Larson said, "My goons are taking you're books. Wanna help?"
Kurtis said, "That's a dumb thing to ask. Who are all these other guys?"
"My goons. Don't you listen, geeze. Who are you anyways? I've never seen you before. Has Lara betrayed me and got a boyfriend?"
"Yes."
"No! Stop telling everyone you're my boyfriend," Lara said. "Why are you stealing my books?"
"I thought it'd be a good revenge for all the times you've shot me."
"So you're stealing my books. That's not the greatest revenge in the world. Why not steal something more important to me." *'Cause he's an idiot*
". I'm a hobo."
"No, you're not. I know where you live." Larson screamed. Lara rolled her eyes. "This isn't a horror movie."
"How do you know? There could be an audience watching us right now." Larson opened his eyes really wide.
Kurtis said, "Ok. Who is this idiot now?"
Lara sighed, "Larson."
Larson said, "I was kicked in the head by a horse once." No one said anything. Larson attempted to make cricket noises, but sounded more like a high-pitched frog.
Lara interrupted him, "What are you doing?"
"Making cricket noises . Hey, you never told me who the new guy is."
"That's Kurtis Trent, now leave."
"I want to talk to him! Please! I'll leave afterwards! Please?"
"Alright, hurry up."
"Well," Larson spoke as he sat down in a chair, "my name is Larson. I'm a hobo on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. On Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturday s, and alternate Sundays, I'm a pirate. I have many goons and girlfriends."
"And they're all retarded," Lara mumbled.
"Shut up, Lara. Ok, tell me about yourself, Kurtis Trench."
"It's Trent," Kurtis growled. "T-R-E-N-T! How can you confuse that?!"
"It's a simple mistake."
"Trent doesn't sound like trench. I don't want to tell you about myself anyways."
"Why not? You might like me. Though I must compliment on your inability to shave."
"I choose to look this way."
"Sure, and I choose to be a hobo."
"Larson, you have a house," Lara said. One of Larson's many goons came up to Larson with an armful of books.
"We got all the books," the goon said.
"Put those back! NOW!" The goon gave the books to Larson, Larson laughed evilly. Lara punched him.
"OW!" Larson put his hand by his cheek. "Why'd ya do that?"
"Put the books back."
"Alright, geeze. Goons! Put the books back!" Larson's goons brought all the books back through the broken window. "But, you have to put them on the shelves yourself." Lara pointed her gun to his head. "Ok, ok! Goons, put 'em on the shelf!" Lara and Kurtis went back out in the hall.
"Well," Kurtis holstered his gun while he talked, "I'm not tired anymore. You?"
"Yes." Lara walked to her room.
"Oh. Ok, then." Kurtis stood there for a moment thinking about what to do next. Lara's door slammed shut. He went downstairs, carefully examining everything (very carefully) in most of the rooms. He could hear Larson's goons running back and forth upstairs. Kurtis stood in front of the door by the stairs. *No doorknob must be a button somewhere. Outside, I bet* He didn't want to look outside now. Too dark. He walked upstairs into the library. A piano, a harp, and some stairs leading to where the books are. Larson's goons were still going back and forth through the window. Kurtis got an idea.
"Hey Larson," he said. Larson was sitting on a chair watching his goons.
"What?"
"Want to do me a favor?"
**I know the chapters are short, but I don't care.**
Lara woke up in the middle of the night. She jumped, in a cold sweat from another nightmare about the events in Paris. Feeling around under her pillow, she realized the Chirugai was gone. Then she remembered Kurtis was sleeping in her attic. She stared out the window. *Why did I let him stay? I should have kicked him out when he came* the sound of smashing glass broke her out of her thought. Picking up a gun. She went out into the hallway.
Kurtis was sticking to the wall outside the attic door, the Boran X in his hand. He motioned his gun toward the library. They could hear light footsteps cross some broken glass. Kurtis walked by the door with Lara following closely behind. Gun first, they both rushed in. Lara lowered her pistol.
"Larson? What are you doing here?" Larson was standing by ten other guys that were stealing her books.
Larson said, "My goons are taking you're books. Wanna help?"
Kurtis said, "That's a dumb thing to ask. Who are all these other guys?"
"My goons. Don't you listen, geeze. Who are you anyways? I've never seen you before. Has Lara betrayed me and got a boyfriend?"
"Yes."
"No! Stop telling everyone you're my boyfriend," Lara said. "Why are you stealing my books?"
"I thought it'd be a good revenge for all the times you've shot me."
"So you're stealing my books. That's not the greatest revenge in the world. Why not steal something more important to me." *'Cause he's an idiot*
". I'm a hobo."
"No, you're not. I know where you live." Larson screamed. Lara rolled her eyes. "This isn't a horror movie."
"How do you know? There could be an audience watching us right now." Larson opened his eyes really wide.
Kurtis said, "Ok. Who is this idiot now?"
Lara sighed, "Larson."
Larson said, "I was kicked in the head by a horse once." No one said anything. Larson attempted to make cricket noises, but sounded more like a high-pitched frog.
Lara interrupted him, "What are you doing?"
"Making cricket noises . Hey, you never told me who the new guy is."
"That's Kurtis Trent, now leave."
"I want to talk to him! Please! I'll leave afterwards! Please?"
"Alright, hurry up."
"Well," Larson spoke as he sat down in a chair, "my name is Larson. I'm a hobo on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. On Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturday s, and alternate Sundays, I'm a pirate. I have many goons and girlfriends."
"And they're all retarded," Lara mumbled.
"Shut up, Lara. Ok, tell me about yourself, Kurtis Trench."
"It's Trent," Kurtis growled. "T-R-E-N-T! How can you confuse that?!"
"It's a simple mistake."
"Trent doesn't sound like trench. I don't want to tell you about myself anyways."
"Why not? You might like me. Though I must compliment on your inability to shave."
"I choose to look this way."
"Sure, and I choose to be a hobo."
"Larson, you have a house," Lara said. One of Larson's many goons came up to Larson with an armful of books.
"We got all the books," the goon said.
"Put those back! NOW!" The goon gave the books to Larson, Larson laughed evilly. Lara punched him.
"OW!" Larson put his hand by his cheek. "Why'd ya do that?"
"Put the books back."
"Alright, geeze. Goons! Put the books back!" Larson's goons brought all the books back through the broken window. "But, you have to put them on the shelves yourself." Lara pointed her gun to his head. "Ok, ok! Goons, put 'em on the shelf!" Lara and Kurtis went back out in the hall.
"Well," Kurtis holstered his gun while he talked, "I'm not tired anymore. You?"
"Yes." Lara walked to her room.
"Oh. Ok, then." Kurtis stood there for a moment thinking about what to do next. Lara's door slammed shut. He went downstairs, carefully examining everything (very carefully) in most of the rooms. He could hear Larson's goons running back and forth upstairs. Kurtis stood in front of the door by the stairs. *No doorknob must be a button somewhere. Outside, I bet* He didn't want to look outside now. Too dark. He walked upstairs into the library. A piano, a harp, and some stairs leading to where the books are. Larson's goons were still going back and forth through the window. Kurtis got an idea.
"Hey Larson," he said. Larson was sitting on a chair watching his goons.
"What?"
"Want to do me a favor?"
**I know the chapters are short, but I don't care.**