Dark Prospects
GriffinFox: Father Time? But that would be so mean... He's just a poor, old man... let's set his hair on fire. ^_^
AngelicOne: Thanks. Yeah, it's only a matter of time... unless one of them dies of an incurable disease...
Sanely Challenged: Yes, please do email me what you have done, that would be great! It sounds really good. ^_^ I know what you mean; I tried to a book once and got bothered with it somewhere in the prologue... I think it says my email in my bio.
TheAlmightyMasterT-Chan: Thanks! Yes, Jack inspired the drinks comment it was just so funny! ^_^ And of course I'm trying to give you nightmares! Otherwise, what is the point of my existence?
Criminally Insane: Thanks, I love you too (that was sarcasm, if you didn't pick up on that). Actually I'm having a terrible time out here so you're not missing anything. Remember Kyle (Kassandra's brother)? We got in a fight and he shoved me down these four cement steps so I broke my leg. He was really nice to me after that though... But now my cousin has to drive us back so I'll probably be dead by the 7th.
Chapter 17: Finding Charlie—Like Finding Nemo—Only With More Mental Cases
Once Noel had seen the weasels she ran very quickly in the other direction until she came to a wall which she stopped just short of running into.
Bernard considered doing the same, but decided against it. It was like an army of Mrs. Clause's evil dog, Angelpuff (he had luckily managed to stop himself from commenting on the name of the monster when they'd been introduced). But at least the dog (while quite possibly bent on world domination) didn't eat flesh!
"You can beat them, Bernard!" Noel exclaimed. "You're a big, brave dog!" The second statement was more than half sarcasm, but that wasn't what bothered him.
Ignoring the angry weasels, Bernard spun around to face her. "Not a dog. Never a dog. Never!"
Noel looked both surprised and confused. "Okay, you're a big, brave… weasel-eating cat?"
Bernard shrugged. "Better." He focused back on the weasels, or, more accurately, where the weasels had gathered only moments before. Now they were gone and in their place was Curtis.
He blinked. "Curtis?"
Noel, regaining some of her courage, glared. "Not Curtis."
The person that looked strangely like Curtis eyed her with deep animosity. "I could always call my weasels back in here. And I don't think any 'weasel-eating cat' will stop them."
Bernard would have laughed, had the situation been less serious. "So why do you have an army of weasels in your house anyway, or am I still imagining things?"
The person shrugged. "No you're not. Honestly, I'm not sure why I have them. I found one by the side of the road once and took it home. After that they just all flocked here, more than ready to carry out my commands. I'm really an animal lover. I have a zebra outside. Would you like to—" He suddenly shook his head. "Wait. You have to die, I forgot. Sorry."
"You forget things a lot?" Noel stalled. They just needed to get the Curtis-like figure away from the door so they could escape, and the man talked quite a bit once you got him going.
"Oh yes, all the time. The doctors said there's no cure so I had to get what's-his-name—Charlie—to come here so he could carry on for me with killing… you. You're getting me off the topic! You really need to be killed now."
Bernard nodded. "Yeah… so when did the whole killing-elves thing start? I mean, things aren't just born with the desire to kill," if Angelpuff was discounted.
The man stepped away from the door and was about to respond when both Bernard and Noel ran past him like Angelpuff himself was on their heels.
After a few seconds of running, Bernard heard the weasels behind them and noticed that Noel was actually running faster than him. For once he didn't have to slow his pace for fear of losing her. He made a mental note to get a weasel and stick it in one of her socks if they got out of this. It would be so fun to watch her get mad and yell at him for the next three hours.
They ran through a large hall into the first room they could find and shut the door. When they were sure the weasels weren't going to rip the door off its hinges, they looked around.
Charlie.
The boy was riding a llama, of all things, and singing music, which sounded like a mixture of heavy metal and country. The two forms of music should never be put together.
The two elves exchanged glances and Noel said, "I think… I think being locked in a room with Angelpuff might be better than this."
A/N: Don't kill me! I'll update more regularly now that I don't have a computer with dial-up *shudders*.