Author's note: Sorry my other chapters are so short, but they work! Right?
Crickets. Aww, shucks. Oh, well. I beg thee without a trace of dignity to
post all reviews, even though I'll keep going. I will survive. Crickets.
Corny, I know. Let's go with chapter 3, shall we? The insanely long wait is
over for my 2 count 'em, 2! Fans!
The apartment seemed to run with a light spark, then flashed brightly for a second as the three heroes appeared, Otto gasping for breath, as the tunnel of years seemed to wind him, which had never happened before. But, unfortunately, all attention to him was lost as the travelers looked upon the sight that beheld them.
The room was obviously a suite, with a staircase just glimpsed from the slightly ajar door. The beige and gold tones flirted with each other, blending themselves on the wall and on the gold-trimmed wooden furniture, which only consisted of a mammoth desk, filled to be brim with aged, yellowed papers.
Tuddrussel, who was growling and holding his phaser as a Rottwiler would bare his teeth, took a look around as his muscles slowly relaxed. "Uh, where is the guy?"
Larry rolled his eyes as he said, "Well, we can look around a bit at least, if our person isn't here. Starting with that giant desk."
The three started pulling out papers with no organization, and ran through them. Most seemed to be odd conceptual drawings, with few of them finished. All of them had this serpentine look to them, as well as all of them having a large and aggressive "ZV."
Tuddrussel had only looked through a minute's worth of drawings before feeling a large chill go down his spine. Their eyes were oddly narrowed, as if they were glaring at you with contempt. He started looking through them more quickly, avoiding their haunting stares.
He was not the only one disturbed by these sketches. Otto shuddered, for many of these creatures, with their large, beetle-like eyes and fanged mouths, were in nightmares of his. He put them away, until a particularly nasty drawing of what appeared to be a female vampire biting who was once her lover fell aside, revealing a normal, happy drawing of a man in his mid- twenties with a long, lanky frame and messy hair, with rectangular glasses. He stared at it for a second, then grimaced, for something about this drawing was far more frightening than the others. Somewhere, this man had been familiar..
He motioned to the others. "Hey guys, look at this.." The two took the drawing, examining closely what appeared to be a man staring in space with a lovesick girl in the background. Her features were hard to identify.
Larry murmured. "That's odd. It's normal."
"What's odd about that then, genius?"
"Have you looked at these drawings, you idiotic brain-dead ape? This Zelada is an artist who does not draw things like this. Hmm..This man isn't looking straight into space, like many of the others. He's staring at an angle.."
Otto shook his head, stuffing the sketch hastily into the desk again. "I don't care. I just want to see this person and get out of her."
Tuddrussel opened his mouth, but was interrupted by a dark figure in the doorway and a powerful, harsh voice broke through the little study.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"
The apartment seemed to run with a light spark, then flashed brightly for a second as the three heroes appeared, Otto gasping for breath, as the tunnel of years seemed to wind him, which had never happened before. But, unfortunately, all attention to him was lost as the travelers looked upon the sight that beheld them.
The room was obviously a suite, with a staircase just glimpsed from the slightly ajar door. The beige and gold tones flirted with each other, blending themselves on the wall and on the gold-trimmed wooden furniture, which only consisted of a mammoth desk, filled to be brim with aged, yellowed papers.
Tuddrussel, who was growling and holding his phaser as a Rottwiler would bare his teeth, took a look around as his muscles slowly relaxed. "Uh, where is the guy?"
Larry rolled his eyes as he said, "Well, we can look around a bit at least, if our person isn't here. Starting with that giant desk."
The three started pulling out papers with no organization, and ran through them. Most seemed to be odd conceptual drawings, with few of them finished. All of them had this serpentine look to them, as well as all of them having a large and aggressive "ZV."
Tuddrussel had only looked through a minute's worth of drawings before feeling a large chill go down his spine. Their eyes were oddly narrowed, as if they were glaring at you with contempt. He started looking through them more quickly, avoiding their haunting stares.
He was not the only one disturbed by these sketches. Otto shuddered, for many of these creatures, with their large, beetle-like eyes and fanged mouths, were in nightmares of his. He put them away, until a particularly nasty drawing of what appeared to be a female vampire biting who was once her lover fell aside, revealing a normal, happy drawing of a man in his mid- twenties with a long, lanky frame and messy hair, with rectangular glasses. He stared at it for a second, then grimaced, for something about this drawing was far more frightening than the others. Somewhere, this man had been familiar..
He motioned to the others. "Hey guys, look at this.." The two took the drawing, examining closely what appeared to be a man staring in space with a lovesick girl in the background. Her features were hard to identify.
Larry murmured. "That's odd. It's normal."
"What's odd about that then, genius?"
"Have you looked at these drawings, you idiotic brain-dead ape? This Zelada is an artist who does not draw things like this. Hmm..This man isn't looking straight into space, like many of the others. He's staring at an angle.."
Otto shook his head, stuffing the sketch hastily into the desk again. "I don't care. I just want to see this person and get out of her."
Tuddrussel opened his mouth, but was interrupted by a dark figure in the doorway and a powerful, harsh voice broke through the little study.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"