::GASP!:: What this? I've actually updated - dare I say it - EARLY!!
Yes. I know. I have. You are probably falling out of your chair in shock
this very moment. I laugh at you expense. LISTEN TO ME MOCK YOU!!!
MWAHAHAHA!! ::ahem:: Sorry folks, I got into the sugar today. Damn. Now
Dad's gonna have to hide it again. . .
Well here it is!!! I have updated and now chapter 6 is running loose!! Head for the hills!! I actually used another one of Serilda Satenka's suggestions, because I am on a writing high and couldn't wait to get another chapter out. See? If you review and give me tippies, I write them and dedicate chappies to you!! Now what an idee!
I am sorry last chapter was short , ::cough::RADICAL-SETO::cough:: so I made this one really long! 7 whole pages! WOW! And I am sorry if I totally butcher Old English in this one. I have never been to a renaissance fair, so do tell me if I write anything wrong. I will fix it.
Yay! I'll shut up now, and give you the next chapter!!! ::Everyone cheers:: Ya!
*Thoughts*
^telepathic talking^
Translations at bottom. Sorry I forgot to put the translation in last time!! I'll put it in at the end of this chapter, and fix it when I update all of my errors later.
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Kitty landed flat on her back on a patch of soft grass. Opening her eyes slowly, she winced as the bright sunlight shone in her face. She rolled over, Kurt's tail still grasped firmly in her hand. They had landed behind a row of tents, and she could hear voices and music coming from the other side of the tent wall. Seeing that there was no immediate danger, she flopped down onto the grass again, exhausted. She glanced over at Kurt, who was still out of it, and sighed. *Man, when Kurt takes medicine, it sure does knock him out cold.*
She looked back up at the sky, and tried to relax, stroking the tip of Kurt's tail absently. She wasn't going to let go of it this time; the last time she had, things hadn't turned out to well. Suddenly she was struck with a sudden thought. *The Professor!* Now that she wasn't being harassed, chased, yelled at or scared, she could finally contact him!
Closing her eyes tightly, she concentrated hard, trying to broadcast her toughs so the telepath could hear, no matter where they were.
*Professor! Are you there? Please help us!*
No answer.
*Professor?*
No answer.
*. . .Hello?*
He wasn't sayin anything.
Kitty started to panic. *What if something happened to him?* Her heart started beating faster. * What if they were attacked or hurt? What if Jean, Scott, Ororo . . . What if they died! What if Kurt and I are the only survivors? *
~
Charles Xavier was having a grand time. He had figured out how to hook Cerebro up to play CD's, and was blasting out his classical music, waving his arms and directing his invisible orchestra. It was so nice to be able to block out all of the pointless thoughts being projected by his students.
For a moment, he thought he felt a familiar pang at the back of his head, but dismissed it. It probably wasn't all that important anyway.
~
Kitty held her head in her hands, wondering what on earth she was going to do. She had to get herself and Kurt someplace safe right away, and try to find out why the Professor wasn't responding. She had decided that jumping strait to the conclusion that he was dead wasn't logical, so she figured she would have to take matters into her own hands.
Pushing herself from the ground and dragging Kurt closer to the side of the tent, she pushed a flap open slightly. Behind it was a rack of costumes, and through them she could she people chattering merrily and dancing to flute music, dressed in renaissance style clothing. *We must be at some kind of Renaissance fair or something. *
Biting her lip, she took a quick look around, and pulled a dress and something that resembled a cloak. Behind the tent, she pulled the dress on over her clothes. It was a little big, but it would do. She glanced down at Kurt, then at the cloak she had pulled out for him. Pulling him up into a sitting position, she pulled it on over him and nearly burst out laughing.
The cloak seemed to fit him fine, but he looked strange and bulky. The Old Navy Clothing was still on him, and she was beginning to wonder if he should be wearing that many layers. It wasn't too hot outside, but he had to have at least three layers of clothes on top of his fur. She felt a pang of sympathy, and started to take the cloak and the Old Navy clothing off. *Maybe if I just put the cloak on him he wont be too hot. *
Once she had Kurt properly hidden within the cloak's deep hood, she propped him up and half dragged him through a gap between tents and into the small crowd. People were passing every which way, examining the makeshift shops and displays and talking happily with one another. She pulled Kurt past a food stand, and heard him sniff a little. Looking to make sure that he was asleep, she didn't notice the plump woman heading her way until she ran strait into her.
"Oh! I'm sorry M'dear, I could not see ye there," The Lady, who had knocked Kitty and Kurt over, held out her hand to help them up. Kitty, who was preoccupied with making sure Kurt was still well hidden, simply gave her a weak smile.
"Um, that's like, okay, I wasn't looking where I was going." The woman looked at her in a strange, almost mischievous way, and simply ignored her comment. Kitty didn't notice though, and desperate to get out of the fair grounds, decided to ask for help.
"Do you think you could tell me where the exit is?" Kitty looked at her hopefully.
The Woman gave her another funny look, and simply stated, "My apologies dear, but I know not what thou hast said. I am afraid ye must speak it again."
Kitty raised an eyebrow. "The Exit. Can you tell me where it is?" The woman only smiled and shrugged. Kitty was getting annoyed. "Look, lady, I am getting really tired of thi -" The woman stopped her.
"Ah! Thine feet are wary from travel! Well why did ye not tell me so it was so? I'll help ye and thy friend find somewhere where ye can rest thy wary souls!" Kitty stood, agape, a look of total confusion on her face. Was this woman clinically insane? She momentarily lost her balance and Kurt started to slump forward. The woman reached forward and grabbed his shoulder, keeping him from doing a face plant. She turned towards a group of people and shouted, calling them over.
"My friends, lend me thy strength and carry these poor souls somewhere to rest." One tall, skinny man in particular started to lead Kitty over too a roughly hewn table, but she stumbled and protested.
"Hey! Hang on one second, I just want to find an exit!" The group laughed loudly then forced her and Kurt onto a wooden bench. They seated themselves next to them, and began to order drinks. Kitty tried to sit up, but the young woman sitting next to her grabbed her shoulder and sat her back down again. Kurt slumped forward onto the table. A boy about her age reached over and prodded his head.
"Pardon my saying so, M'Lady, but ye friend dost not seem well. Perhaps ye should take him to the apothecary?" He looked up at her, a grin plastered to his face.
Kitty fumed. "No, he doesn't need to go to the apothi-whatever, I just need to find an exit!" She slammed the table, but no one paid her any attention and continued on with their individual conversations. Kitty repressed a scream. Losing her patience, she stood up, startling and nearly knocking over a waitress who was carrying a tray full of mugs. Clenching her hands into fists, she gave it one more shot.
"Dost any one knowest where ye olde exit isist?!?" The small group started laughing, and her face turned bright red and she folded her arms. One man, the first to catch his breath, took a swig of his drink and spoke.
"Alright lass, my apologies. The exit be that way," he pointed out of the eating area and down the opposite way she had been walking earlier. "No need to be frettin now." Kitty stepped over the edge of the bench, her overly large skirt tripping her, and causing more laughter. She pulled Kurt away from the laughing group, and the boy, who was trying to get a peek under Kurt's hood.
She dragged him away, the group's laughter still ringing in her ears. *What kind of psychopath place is this? * After several minutes of walking, she finally saw the exit sign, and letting out a sigh of relief, started to trudge over. Just as she was about to reach it, there was a stampede of people and music began to play from a stage to her right. Resisting the urge to phase her and Kurt through the crowd and risk being spotted, she began to try to force her way through the crowd, who had started dancing and clapping along to the music that was being played onstage.
Suddenly someone grabbed her arm and swung her upstage, while she drug Kurt along with her. She was swung into a ring of people, who began to dance merrily to the fiddles and flute that were playing. Then the ring split up and divided into individual couples in some sort of odd swing dancing thing, and Kurt was wrenched from her grasp. "KURT!"
Kitty swung around, being tossed from one dancing partner to another. She passed by Kurt once, whose partner was looking rather annoyed by the fact that he was leaning heavily upon her. Kitty reached out her arm to grab him, but was swung away just as her fingertips brushed the tip of his cloak. Keeping her gaze locked on him so she wouldn't lose him, she let the different switching dance partners lead her closer and closer to him.
When she got close enough, she leapt towards him and grabbed his shoulder, but her partner tried to pull her back into step and caused her to pull the cloak off, revealing his blue fur, oddly shaped hands and feet, and tail. Many of the dancers stopped, and a few started to mumble quietly to one another. Kitty pulled her hand out of her dancing partners grasp and ran over to Kurt, checking to see that he was okay.
A man stepped forward to the front of the stage, obviously some sort of master of ceremonies. "Alas my friends! There has been a Demon hidden among us!" The crowd booed. Kitty began to panic again, if she hadn't been already. "What are we going to do about it?" He held a hand up to his ear, and the crowd roared.
"Put 'im in the stocks!"
"Yeah!"
The man nodded theatrically and straightened his cap, then made to pull Kurt offstage over to some isolated stocks not too far away. Kitty leapt up, and grabbed Kurt's arm, pulling him back towards her. "NO! LEAVE HIM ALONE!!"
The master of ceremonies gave her a funny look, and she rolled her eyes. "Dammit, not this again." He pulled Kurt back towards him, with Kitty still attached. "You can't take him! He's my friend!" The crowd began to mumble to one another, and it quickly grew into an uproar again.
"Put 'em both in the stocks!"
Kitty blanched. "WHAT?!?!" the Master of ceremonies pushed her towards the stocks with Kurt, who was being locked in. Kitty started screaming and cursing at him. He pulled her over to the side and lowered his voice.
"Will you shut it? It's just an act! C'mon, stop freaking out!" He hissed.
"Wh-what?"
He pushed her forward and into the stocks, then as someone locked it, he leaned in close. "By the way, tell Joe he did a great job on the costume makeup and everything," he nodded his head towards Kurt. "But the next time he's going to change the script, let me know. It's frustrating having to constantly make it up on the spot." He ruffled Kitty's hair and walked away towards the stage again, where the music had started up once more.
Kitty let her head fall forward in defeat, and blew a stray strand of hair out of her face. *Well isn't this just perfect. * She wished that she could phase out without people noticing, but that was impossible because there was a constant stream of people who walked by, some talking to one another, others pointing and laughing at them.
Kitty sighed and looked over at Kurt, who had started sniffling. Her eyes widened. "Oh crap." She tried to reach his hand with hers, but the stock held her back. Biting her lip, she reached out her foot to touch him, and spotted his tail, which was lying idly on the floor. She stepped on it, and Kurt winced and mumbled in his sleep. The tail instinctively coiled around her ankle, just as Kurt sneezed.
"ACHOO!" BAMF
A little boy clinging to his mothers arm turned to and looked up at her. "Didja see that Mommy? Didja see the magic?"
She smiled down at him. "Yes honey, I did." The she leaned over to her husband, who was applauding along with several others who had witnessed the feat. "Those special effects just keep getting better and better." He nodded in reply.
"They sure do."
~
Yay!
I'm sorry if that chapter wasn't as funny as the last, but it was hopefully entertaining. There wasn't as much funny Kurt stuff as I had planned. . . Oh well. You just wait until the very last chapter. You'll get a kick out of that. . . (Insert evil laugh here)
Note for this chapter. As I said earlier, I personally have ever been to a renaissance fair, but one of my friends has, and he said that if you don't talk in Old English they'll either A) pretend like they don't understand you or B) Ignore you completely. So that's why they are talking funny, and why they are giving Kitty such a hard time.
I would also like to say, though I hate to admit it, this story will be drawing to a close soon. ( I'm thinking about ending it at chapter 10, unless I don't get anymore suggestions, so if you want them to go anywhere email me now or forever hold your peace.
BTW, before I do my shouts, would anyone like me to make them 'port onto a rollercoaster? My mom suggested it, but I'm not really sure if that would come out good. . .
Heres the translation from last time:
Sie riechen gutes, Kätzchen - You smell good, Kitty
Reveiwers! YAY!
Radical-Seto: Yes, that would be scary. It's a good thing Kurt hasn't been awake for this whole thing. He would be traumatized for life. I hope this one was long enough for you! Sorry the last one was so short. I was a bit rushed in writing it. . . If you have any idees or suggestions for another chappie, give me a shout! I'm startin to run out of idees here. . . DUN DUN DUN!!!
Snitter in Rivendell: I am soo happy you liked it! Yeah, that chapter was a little morbid, but that was just my dark side showing through. . . but apparently, my dark side is hilarious! So I guess its all good. Ya, I liked that line too! I felt so silly, laughing at my own jokes. . . I do that sometimes. I'm just weird like that. If you have a suggestion for another chappie though, I would love to hear it!
Banter: No biggie about not reveiwing. I do that sometimes too! SO SO glad you enjoyed last chapter! I started laughing when I read your reveiw. . . My mom thought I had gone crazy. . . which, I guess, is kinda true. . .
ManniElf18: Yeah I know! It worked out perfectly for Halloween! I'm pleased it worked out that way! Brain fart is just my way of saying I'm having a ditsy moment. So that must mean my brain has bad gas. ;)
PLEASE REVEIW! AND SEND SUGGESTIONS!! ::puppy dog eyes::
Well here it is!!! I have updated and now chapter 6 is running loose!! Head for the hills!! I actually used another one of Serilda Satenka's suggestions, because I am on a writing high and couldn't wait to get another chapter out. See? If you review and give me tippies, I write them and dedicate chappies to you!! Now what an idee!
I am sorry last chapter was short , ::cough::RADICAL-SETO::cough:: so I made this one really long! 7 whole pages! WOW! And I am sorry if I totally butcher Old English in this one. I have never been to a renaissance fair, so do tell me if I write anything wrong. I will fix it.
Yay! I'll shut up now, and give you the next chapter!!! ::Everyone cheers:: Ya!
*Thoughts*
^telepathic talking^
Translations at bottom. Sorry I forgot to put the translation in last time!! I'll put it in at the end of this chapter, and fix it when I update all of my errors later.
~
Kitty landed flat on her back on a patch of soft grass. Opening her eyes slowly, she winced as the bright sunlight shone in her face. She rolled over, Kurt's tail still grasped firmly in her hand. They had landed behind a row of tents, and she could hear voices and music coming from the other side of the tent wall. Seeing that there was no immediate danger, she flopped down onto the grass again, exhausted. She glanced over at Kurt, who was still out of it, and sighed. *Man, when Kurt takes medicine, it sure does knock him out cold.*
She looked back up at the sky, and tried to relax, stroking the tip of Kurt's tail absently. She wasn't going to let go of it this time; the last time she had, things hadn't turned out to well. Suddenly she was struck with a sudden thought. *The Professor!* Now that she wasn't being harassed, chased, yelled at or scared, she could finally contact him!
Closing her eyes tightly, she concentrated hard, trying to broadcast her toughs so the telepath could hear, no matter where they were.
*Professor! Are you there? Please help us!*
No answer.
*Professor?*
No answer.
*. . .Hello?*
He wasn't sayin anything.
Kitty started to panic. *What if something happened to him?* Her heart started beating faster. * What if they were attacked or hurt? What if Jean, Scott, Ororo . . . What if they died! What if Kurt and I are the only survivors? *
~
Charles Xavier was having a grand time. He had figured out how to hook Cerebro up to play CD's, and was blasting out his classical music, waving his arms and directing his invisible orchestra. It was so nice to be able to block out all of the pointless thoughts being projected by his students.
For a moment, he thought he felt a familiar pang at the back of his head, but dismissed it. It probably wasn't all that important anyway.
~
Kitty held her head in her hands, wondering what on earth she was going to do. She had to get herself and Kurt someplace safe right away, and try to find out why the Professor wasn't responding. She had decided that jumping strait to the conclusion that he was dead wasn't logical, so she figured she would have to take matters into her own hands.
Pushing herself from the ground and dragging Kurt closer to the side of the tent, she pushed a flap open slightly. Behind it was a rack of costumes, and through them she could she people chattering merrily and dancing to flute music, dressed in renaissance style clothing. *We must be at some kind of Renaissance fair or something. *
Biting her lip, she took a quick look around, and pulled a dress and something that resembled a cloak. Behind the tent, she pulled the dress on over her clothes. It was a little big, but it would do. She glanced down at Kurt, then at the cloak she had pulled out for him. Pulling him up into a sitting position, she pulled it on over him and nearly burst out laughing.
The cloak seemed to fit him fine, but he looked strange and bulky. The Old Navy Clothing was still on him, and she was beginning to wonder if he should be wearing that many layers. It wasn't too hot outside, but he had to have at least three layers of clothes on top of his fur. She felt a pang of sympathy, and started to take the cloak and the Old Navy clothing off. *Maybe if I just put the cloak on him he wont be too hot. *
Once she had Kurt properly hidden within the cloak's deep hood, she propped him up and half dragged him through a gap between tents and into the small crowd. People were passing every which way, examining the makeshift shops and displays and talking happily with one another. She pulled Kurt past a food stand, and heard him sniff a little. Looking to make sure that he was asleep, she didn't notice the plump woman heading her way until she ran strait into her.
"Oh! I'm sorry M'dear, I could not see ye there," The Lady, who had knocked Kitty and Kurt over, held out her hand to help them up. Kitty, who was preoccupied with making sure Kurt was still well hidden, simply gave her a weak smile.
"Um, that's like, okay, I wasn't looking where I was going." The woman looked at her in a strange, almost mischievous way, and simply ignored her comment. Kitty didn't notice though, and desperate to get out of the fair grounds, decided to ask for help.
"Do you think you could tell me where the exit is?" Kitty looked at her hopefully.
The Woman gave her another funny look, and simply stated, "My apologies dear, but I know not what thou hast said. I am afraid ye must speak it again."
Kitty raised an eyebrow. "The Exit. Can you tell me where it is?" The woman only smiled and shrugged. Kitty was getting annoyed. "Look, lady, I am getting really tired of thi -" The woman stopped her.
"Ah! Thine feet are wary from travel! Well why did ye not tell me so it was so? I'll help ye and thy friend find somewhere where ye can rest thy wary souls!" Kitty stood, agape, a look of total confusion on her face. Was this woman clinically insane? She momentarily lost her balance and Kurt started to slump forward. The woman reached forward and grabbed his shoulder, keeping him from doing a face plant. She turned towards a group of people and shouted, calling them over.
"My friends, lend me thy strength and carry these poor souls somewhere to rest." One tall, skinny man in particular started to lead Kitty over too a roughly hewn table, but she stumbled and protested.
"Hey! Hang on one second, I just want to find an exit!" The group laughed loudly then forced her and Kurt onto a wooden bench. They seated themselves next to them, and began to order drinks. Kitty tried to sit up, but the young woman sitting next to her grabbed her shoulder and sat her back down again. Kurt slumped forward onto the table. A boy about her age reached over and prodded his head.
"Pardon my saying so, M'Lady, but ye friend dost not seem well. Perhaps ye should take him to the apothecary?" He looked up at her, a grin plastered to his face.
Kitty fumed. "No, he doesn't need to go to the apothi-whatever, I just need to find an exit!" She slammed the table, but no one paid her any attention and continued on with their individual conversations. Kitty repressed a scream. Losing her patience, she stood up, startling and nearly knocking over a waitress who was carrying a tray full of mugs. Clenching her hands into fists, she gave it one more shot.
"Dost any one knowest where ye olde exit isist?!?" The small group started laughing, and her face turned bright red and she folded her arms. One man, the first to catch his breath, took a swig of his drink and spoke.
"Alright lass, my apologies. The exit be that way," he pointed out of the eating area and down the opposite way she had been walking earlier. "No need to be frettin now." Kitty stepped over the edge of the bench, her overly large skirt tripping her, and causing more laughter. She pulled Kurt away from the laughing group, and the boy, who was trying to get a peek under Kurt's hood.
She dragged him away, the group's laughter still ringing in her ears. *What kind of psychopath place is this? * After several minutes of walking, she finally saw the exit sign, and letting out a sigh of relief, started to trudge over. Just as she was about to reach it, there was a stampede of people and music began to play from a stage to her right. Resisting the urge to phase her and Kurt through the crowd and risk being spotted, she began to try to force her way through the crowd, who had started dancing and clapping along to the music that was being played onstage.
Suddenly someone grabbed her arm and swung her upstage, while she drug Kurt along with her. She was swung into a ring of people, who began to dance merrily to the fiddles and flute that were playing. Then the ring split up and divided into individual couples in some sort of odd swing dancing thing, and Kurt was wrenched from her grasp. "KURT!"
Kitty swung around, being tossed from one dancing partner to another. She passed by Kurt once, whose partner was looking rather annoyed by the fact that he was leaning heavily upon her. Kitty reached out her arm to grab him, but was swung away just as her fingertips brushed the tip of his cloak. Keeping her gaze locked on him so she wouldn't lose him, she let the different switching dance partners lead her closer and closer to him.
When she got close enough, she leapt towards him and grabbed his shoulder, but her partner tried to pull her back into step and caused her to pull the cloak off, revealing his blue fur, oddly shaped hands and feet, and tail. Many of the dancers stopped, and a few started to mumble quietly to one another. Kitty pulled her hand out of her dancing partners grasp and ran over to Kurt, checking to see that he was okay.
A man stepped forward to the front of the stage, obviously some sort of master of ceremonies. "Alas my friends! There has been a Demon hidden among us!" The crowd booed. Kitty began to panic again, if she hadn't been already. "What are we going to do about it?" He held a hand up to his ear, and the crowd roared.
"Put 'im in the stocks!"
"Yeah!"
The man nodded theatrically and straightened his cap, then made to pull Kurt offstage over to some isolated stocks not too far away. Kitty leapt up, and grabbed Kurt's arm, pulling him back towards her. "NO! LEAVE HIM ALONE!!"
The master of ceremonies gave her a funny look, and she rolled her eyes. "Dammit, not this again." He pulled Kurt back towards him, with Kitty still attached. "You can't take him! He's my friend!" The crowd began to mumble to one another, and it quickly grew into an uproar again.
"Put 'em both in the stocks!"
Kitty blanched. "WHAT?!?!" the Master of ceremonies pushed her towards the stocks with Kurt, who was being locked in. Kitty started screaming and cursing at him. He pulled her over to the side and lowered his voice.
"Will you shut it? It's just an act! C'mon, stop freaking out!" He hissed.
"Wh-what?"
He pushed her forward and into the stocks, then as someone locked it, he leaned in close. "By the way, tell Joe he did a great job on the costume makeup and everything," he nodded his head towards Kurt. "But the next time he's going to change the script, let me know. It's frustrating having to constantly make it up on the spot." He ruffled Kitty's hair and walked away towards the stage again, where the music had started up once more.
Kitty let her head fall forward in defeat, and blew a stray strand of hair out of her face. *Well isn't this just perfect. * She wished that she could phase out without people noticing, but that was impossible because there was a constant stream of people who walked by, some talking to one another, others pointing and laughing at them.
Kitty sighed and looked over at Kurt, who had started sniffling. Her eyes widened. "Oh crap." She tried to reach his hand with hers, but the stock held her back. Biting her lip, she reached out her foot to touch him, and spotted his tail, which was lying idly on the floor. She stepped on it, and Kurt winced and mumbled in his sleep. The tail instinctively coiled around her ankle, just as Kurt sneezed.
"ACHOO!" BAMF
A little boy clinging to his mothers arm turned to and looked up at her. "Didja see that Mommy? Didja see the magic?"
She smiled down at him. "Yes honey, I did." The she leaned over to her husband, who was applauding along with several others who had witnessed the feat. "Those special effects just keep getting better and better." He nodded in reply.
"They sure do."
~
Yay!
I'm sorry if that chapter wasn't as funny as the last, but it was hopefully entertaining. There wasn't as much funny Kurt stuff as I had planned. . . Oh well. You just wait until the very last chapter. You'll get a kick out of that. . . (Insert evil laugh here)
Note for this chapter. As I said earlier, I personally have ever been to a renaissance fair, but one of my friends has, and he said that if you don't talk in Old English they'll either A) pretend like they don't understand you or B) Ignore you completely. So that's why they are talking funny, and why they are giving Kitty such a hard time.
I would also like to say, though I hate to admit it, this story will be drawing to a close soon. ( I'm thinking about ending it at chapter 10, unless I don't get anymore suggestions, so if you want them to go anywhere email me now or forever hold your peace.
BTW, before I do my shouts, would anyone like me to make them 'port onto a rollercoaster? My mom suggested it, but I'm not really sure if that would come out good. . .
Heres the translation from last time:
Sie riechen gutes, Kätzchen - You smell good, Kitty
Reveiwers! YAY!
Radical-Seto: Yes, that would be scary. It's a good thing Kurt hasn't been awake for this whole thing. He would be traumatized for life. I hope this one was long enough for you! Sorry the last one was so short. I was a bit rushed in writing it. . . If you have any idees or suggestions for another chappie, give me a shout! I'm startin to run out of idees here. . . DUN DUN DUN!!!
Snitter in Rivendell: I am soo happy you liked it! Yeah, that chapter was a little morbid, but that was just my dark side showing through. . . but apparently, my dark side is hilarious! So I guess its all good. Ya, I liked that line too! I felt so silly, laughing at my own jokes. . . I do that sometimes. I'm just weird like that. If you have a suggestion for another chappie though, I would love to hear it!
Banter: No biggie about not reveiwing. I do that sometimes too! SO SO glad you enjoyed last chapter! I started laughing when I read your reveiw. . . My mom thought I had gone crazy. . . which, I guess, is kinda true. . .
ManniElf18: Yeah I know! It worked out perfectly for Halloween! I'm pleased it worked out that way! Brain fart is just my way of saying I'm having a ditsy moment. So that must mean my brain has bad gas. ;)
PLEASE REVEIW! AND SEND SUGGESTIONS!! ::puppy dog eyes::