Dark Prospects

GriffinFox: Yeah, let's all sneak attack Father Time. He'll never see it coming...

AngelicOne: Who wouldn't want to divert Bernard's attention? I'll kill them! Actually I'd be happy; more chances for ME to divert his attention ^_^

solomonisevil: Thanks! Glad to be the first, but there are much better ones than mine on this site. ^_^

Criminally Insane: I miss you too and that was an unbelievably long run-on sentence, Amanda.

Chapter 16: Flesh-Eating Weasel

Bernard looked up at the sadly familiar house they had landed next to.

Noel seemed to be moderately normal again, as she said, "Well, are we going in, or would you rather sit here like some—"

"Noel, shut up." Bernard said shortly. The girl scowled, but remained silent anyway.

The pair of them got up. "So how are we supposed to get in?" Bernard wondered aloud. "I doubt they would respond well if we went up and knocked."

Noel sighed. "I don't know. We could break in through one of the windows." She offered.

"Because I'm sure they wouldn't hear that." The other retorted.

"Do you have a better idea I should know about?" She demanded.

Bernard smirked. "When will you learn that I always have a better idea?"

She rolled her eyes. "Well?"

"I could teleport us in." He said. Then a thought struck him. "Can you teleport? You should be able to, being an elf."

Noel flushed slightly. "No, I'm only half elf and I didn't get that ability. Curtis said you've been doing a lot of teleporting lately, are you sure you can do it?"

Bernard did a double take. Had she just been civil to him when she wasn't drugged?

Noel seemed to be thinking the same thing as she was staring at him oddly.

"I can." Bernard said finally. He grabbed onto her hand and teleported inside the giant house.

They landed somewhat softly in a seemingly deserted room. The room was small and white, making Bernard think of an insane asylum. He figured he should get used to it, as he'd surely need one when this was all over.

He was about to get up when he realized that Noel had his arm in a death-grip. She was staring, horror-struck. At a spot on the floor and when he followed her gaze he also stared.

There was a weasel.

It was pure white except for one black leg and red eyes. It was large for a weasel and reminded Bernard of the tiny dog Mrs. Clause had gotten a few weeks ago. He wasn't fond of the dog and was sure the feeling was mutual. But he'd gotten yelled at by Mrs. Clause for locking it in a cupboard and blaming it on Curtis, so he tried to tolerate it.

Noel was frozen in terror. "Bernard, it's a weasel. I hate weasels. Get it!" Her voice grew more panicked towards the end.

Bernard laughed in surprise. "You're not scared of it, are you?"

"Please get rid of it!" Her grip on his arm tightened.

Still chuckling, Bernard walked over to the weasel (after reluctantly removing Noel's hand from his arm).

Then, without warning, it attacked him. He tried to remove it from his hand, but it was startlingly quick on its feet. After a few seconds, he managed to kick it off him and luckily it scampered off, but not before it had taken a bite out of his hand.

The elf winced and rubbed his thumb gingerly as it bled. It wasn't life-threatening, but flesh-eating weasels were the last thing he needed right now.

Noel came over to him. "Are you okay?" She asked quietly. She must have really been shaken up over that whole weasel thing, because that was definitely concern in her voice.

Bernard was about to answer her when he noticed something. He stared.

Just outside the open door there was an army of flesh-eating weasels.

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in so long I had to drive for 19 hours two days ago (I don't trust my cousin driving) and I'm exhausted. Also, if  I don't update for over two weeks it means my cousin was driving the car and I'm critically injured or dead, so don't shoot me (it will kind of be redundant if I'm already dead).