The Bump Chapter Eight
Neal's POV
All was still as the stranger laughed louder and louder. It was a strange laugh. One that caused you to wonder why you should hide. Run away now, his nerves screamed at him. He swallowed hastily and glanced at the frozen image that was Joren
He was scared shit less he knew that. It wasn't too hard to see, you just had to look for the signs. Eyes wide open, lips parted and the body so very still but the slight tremors betrayed him.
Kel's words entered his brain. Who was speaking now? Is she insane? Has the Demon taken over? Has she no recollection of who she truly is? Does she know who I am? Will she hurt me? Will she?
SLAP
She slapped him! She slapped the laughing lunatic? Oh... well I suppose that's not so bad. Slap him into sanity.
Or something like that. She better know what she's doing or I might be hurt. Wouldn't want that to happen.
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Joren's POV
I watched her slap him. Well if I think that man is the kind of person I think he is she had better have a good plan. He had strange aura or rather he didn't he was blank. It didn't help that Kel's aura was flickering in and out. Having no aura meant you were soulless. How you could flicker you soul I didn't know.
She was the one laughing now. It had an echo to it that shouldn't have been there. What was it? She started choking. She couldn't laugh well. She bent down coughing a thin trickle of snot sliding out of her nose.
"Sorry. Sorry. I think I'm coming down with a cold. A cold is going around. People have been coughing so much lately its no wonder I caught it," Kel said wiping her sleeve across her nose leaving a trail of snot on her sleeve. It was rather disgusting.
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Kel's POV
I slap him. I had a deep desire to do so, I had an urge. It stings my hand. I'm the slapper yet I feel pain? Shouldn't the slappee be the one feeling pain? Something is wrong with this system. I feel hot. I feel the urge to be cool.
His skin was raging hot under my skin and beaded with sweat. It felt abnormal as if something was moving under his skin, a raging hot beast. Intent on devouring him. He is possess but has no knowledge. A loose end. Unpredictable. Unbeknownst to my inner self or me.
Who's controlling him?
I laugh. I have no idea. I'm so stupid I should have known. It was straight here before but I didn't notice. The idiot is here! I choke and cough repetitively. I have always hated it when I was ill, however good a patient I was.
Seeing their rather bewildered expressions, I try to explain. "Sorry. Sorry. I think I'm coming down with a cold. A cold is going around. People have been coughing so much lately it's no wonder I caught it," I grin.
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Neal's POV
Danger is in the air. I can feel it I know it's there. Surrounding. Him. The dark forces rise from Kel and the cloaked stranger. Enveloping him.
You're so melodramatic. He always was when there were dark clouds on the horizon.
Be a man. Fight!
Or you could curl yourself into little ball. Hiding yourself from the world. Saving yourself.
Hmm, both sides had such good merits, what to do? He looked at Kel's uneasy grin, a slim remainder of snot at the corner of her nose. He shuddered and reached into his coat for a hanker chief. He always carried one. Who knows what he might need it for? Or who?
He handed it to her. She nodded and whispered her thanks. He shook it away. She mouthed the thanks harshly with a firm shake of her head. He once again refused her thanks and indicated his reasons for not needing them. She glared at him and mouthed... something quite rude!
Will she ever grow up? Her behavior is most childish.
I refrain from answering and flip my nose in a gesture of impeccable spirit. I must restrain myself. I am above this all. I will not bend down to her level. I am above it all.
I stick my tongue at her.
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Joren's POV
They are making faces at each other! What are they, children? I look at them once more. That's right. They are children. Reckless, stupid and being utterly unashamed of their behavior. Children. This isn't the best time either. No sense in timing. This is supposed to be a time of dark mystic kind of stuff. It is not the time for making faces at each other.
Fortunately for them they stop. I was just about to hit them. Demon or no Demon. Cloaked stranger or no cloaked stranger.
This isn't some kind of bad fantasy novel is it? I don't want to be the person who dies! They always suffer a long and painful death! I don't want to die that way. I don't want to die at all.
Kel blows her. And again. Again. Again. In the end the hanker chief is covered in green mucus. She smiles sweetly and hands it to Neal. He grimaces and tosses it away. His is too a faint green colour. He hurriedly wipes his hand on his shirt, muttering something about sterilization. The hanker chief flies.
And lands on the cloaked stranger's face.
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Kel's POV
Neal's hanker chief that I used then disregarded lands on the cloaked man's face. I can feel that he is not pleased. But I giggle anyway. I have always wanted to die with a bang. Any other way is so immature and so boring. So I read in a rather interesting novel.
It had so many unusual diagrams. I will explore them all. But sadly I didn't have all the equipment. So very sad.
Back to the present.
His hand (gloved of course) flings the hanker chief with a grand flourish. It would have been more spectacular if it hadn't been a green mucusy hanker chief.
I can feel his anger focusing on me. "This is all your fault. If it hadn't been for you I wouldn't be here. I would be Emperor. This entire tragedy is because of you. You ruined my life. And so I have come here to regain the demon. Blah blah blah. And reign supreme," he then began to laugh wickedly.
He looked at me nervously, "Psst! Was that a good evil speech?"
I nod. Dumbstruck. A trifle overdone. But a normal bad guy speech. Pretty much all the same really. Except for the blah blah blah. It was most unusual. It was very strange. But I don't want to be nasty.
I look at Neal as I had heard some odd sounds from him. He was gurgling. I didn't know you could. It only seemed to only to happen in books and if it did happen in real life it was to babies, not boys!
He opened his mouth to say something.
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Neal's POV
"What the hell is going on?" I yell glancing from the stranger to Kel. And to the stranger! To Kel! And to the stranger! Kel! Stranger! Kel! Oooh I'm feeling dizzy!
"What is he? Some second rate bad guy?" This is so predictable. They always follow the same Code. While the Code might allow certain privileges such as thieving, raping and pillaging it has very tight restrictions. So I knew what he was going to do next. He was going to reveal all his evil plans on how he was going to take over the world.
The man's eyes flickered to me and I saw that the moment of expression before he returned to his emotionless façade. Surprising it was hurt. I was shocked. And slightly amused. I was often this erratic when a storm was near. It was brewing. I was scared and nervous and willing to fight back. Rather like a terrier.
I've really got to get over it.
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Joren's POV
Am I the only sane person here? The behaviour of the others and the stranger was quite odd. To say the least. Neal the insufferable oaf was being a total idiot, again. Will he ever learn? I suppose not. He is Neal of course.
I sniff and stare at the sky. It is a mixture of gray and blue and gray was quickly coming the majority. Lightning flickered in the distance. Thunder followed but it was coming in fast. Almost to fast.
My attention is jerked away by rapid coughing of Kel. After a minute or two of chest racking, flem bringing coughing she stops and wipes her hand on her legging. Common wrench. I'm surrounded by these dirty peasants. I am such a saint to live with these people. I have to speak with them. Urrgh. I truly am a saint. A martyr maybe.
They are staring at my angelic visage. Worshipping me? Oh please, you shouldn't have! I wave my hand at them as I see the King and Queen do when they go on parades. They seem shocked. Shocked by my gracious gesture? Oh, how sweet. The peasants are appreciative.
They all exchange glances. I wonder why...?
Rain comes down lightly. I can now see the lightning and hear the thunder and it's coming closer.
"Before I kill you all, I have a question for the blonde girlie boy. You are boy right? Yes? Good." I bristled angrily at the man. May he be struck by lightning!
"Why were you acting so bizarrely? You looked slightly insane."
I sniff and lift my nose up into the air. Putting him in his face.
He raises an eyebrow and says nothing for a while.
"I see now," he mutter, "You're a stuck up, conceited, brat of a child." I hate him! How dare he judge me like that!
"And now I will continue with my evil plan. Mha ha ha ha ha. Mha ha ha harrghrgh..." his voice is drawn out as a huge bolt of powerful lightning comes down flinging the others and I to the ground. The smoke is heavy and thick.
The smoke begins to clear. But I feel guilty. Am I the cause of this? He might not be, I reassure myself. Yes he might not be dead. The lightning just hit the general ground where he was standing. He might not have hit him. I wait. I wait for the smoke to clear. I wait on the ground. Watchful.
The smoke clears...
End Chapter Eight
Neal's POV
All was still as the stranger laughed louder and louder. It was a strange laugh. One that caused you to wonder why you should hide. Run away now, his nerves screamed at him. He swallowed hastily and glanced at the frozen image that was Joren
He was scared shit less he knew that. It wasn't too hard to see, you just had to look for the signs. Eyes wide open, lips parted and the body so very still but the slight tremors betrayed him.
Kel's words entered his brain. Who was speaking now? Is she insane? Has the Demon taken over? Has she no recollection of who she truly is? Does she know who I am? Will she hurt me? Will she?
SLAP
She slapped him! She slapped the laughing lunatic? Oh... well I suppose that's not so bad. Slap him into sanity.
Or something like that. She better know what she's doing or I might be hurt. Wouldn't want that to happen.
************
Joren's POV
I watched her slap him. Well if I think that man is the kind of person I think he is she had better have a good plan. He had strange aura or rather he didn't he was blank. It didn't help that Kel's aura was flickering in and out. Having no aura meant you were soulless. How you could flicker you soul I didn't know.
She was the one laughing now. It had an echo to it that shouldn't have been there. What was it? She started choking. She couldn't laugh well. She bent down coughing a thin trickle of snot sliding out of her nose.
"Sorry. Sorry. I think I'm coming down with a cold. A cold is going around. People have been coughing so much lately its no wonder I caught it," Kel said wiping her sleeve across her nose leaving a trail of snot on her sleeve. It was rather disgusting.
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Kel's POV
I slap him. I had a deep desire to do so, I had an urge. It stings my hand. I'm the slapper yet I feel pain? Shouldn't the slappee be the one feeling pain? Something is wrong with this system. I feel hot. I feel the urge to be cool.
His skin was raging hot under my skin and beaded with sweat. It felt abnormal as if something was moving under his skin, a raging hot beast. Intent on devouring him. He is possess but has no knowledge. A loose end. Unpredictable. Unbeknownst to my inner self or me.
Who's controlling him?
I laugh. I have no idea. I'm so stupid I should have known. It was straight here before but I didn't notice. The idiot is here! I choke and cough repetitively. I have always hated it when I was ill, however good a patient I was.
Seeing their rather bewildered expressions, I try to explain. "Sorry. Sorry. I think I'm coming down with a cold. A cold is going around. People have been coughing so much lately it's no wonder I caught it," I grin.
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Neal's POV
Danger is in the air. I can feel it I know it's there. Surrounding. Him. The dark forces rise from Kel and the cloaked stranger. Enveloping him.
You're so melodramatic. He always was when there were dark clouds on the horizon.
Be a man. Fight!
Or you could curl yourself into little ball. Hiding yourself from the world. Saving yourself.
Hmm, both sides had such good merits, what to do? He looked at Kel's uneasy grin, a slim remainder of snot at the corner of her nose. He shuddered and reached into his coat for a hanker chief. He always carried one. Who knows what he might need it for? Or who?
He handed it to her. She nodded and whispered her thanks. He shook it away. She mouthed the thanks harshly with a firm shake of her head. He once again refused her thanks and indicated his reasons for not needing them. She glared at him and mouthed... something quite rude!
Will she ever grow up? Her behavior is most childish.
I refrain from answering and flip my nose in a gesture of impeccable spirit. I must restrain myself. I am above this all. I will not bend down to her level. I am above it all.
I stick my tongue at her.
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Joren's POV
They are making faces at each other! What are they, children? I look at them once more. That's right. They are children. Reckless, stupid and being utterly unashamed of their behavior. Children. This isn't the best time either. No sense in timing. This is supposed to be a time of dark mystic kind of stuff. It is not the time for making faces at each other.
Fortunately for them they stop. I was just about to hit them. Demon or no Demon. Cloaked stranger or no cloaked stranger.
This isn't some kind of bad fantasy novel is it? I don't want to be the person who dies! They always suffer a long and painful death! I don't want to die that way. I don't want to die at all.
Kel blows her. And again. Again. Again. In the end the hanker chief is covered in green mucus. She smiles sweetly and hands it to Neal. He grimaces and tosses it away. His is too a faint green colour. He hurriedly wipes his hand on his shirt, muttering something about sterilization. The hanker chief flies.
And lands on the cloaked stranger's face.
************
Kel's POV
Neal's hanker chief that I used then disregarded lands on the cloaked man's face. I can feel that he is not pleased. But I giggle anyway. I have always wanted to die with a bang. Any other way is so immature and so boring. So I read in a rather interesting novel.
It had so many unusual diagrams. I will explore them all. But sadly I didn't have all the equipment. So very sad.
Back to the present.
His hand (gloved of course) flings the hanker chief with a grand flourish. It would have been more spectacular if it hadn't been a green mucusy hanker chief.
I can feel his anger focusing on me. "This is all your fault. If it hadn't been for you I wouldn't be here. I would be Emperor. This entire tragedy is because of you. You ruined my life. And so I have come here to regain the demon. Blah blah blah. And reign supreme," he then began to laugh wickedly.
He looked at me nervously, "Psst! Was that a good evil speech?"
I nod. Dumbstruck. A trifle overdone. But a normal bad guy speech. Pretty much all the same really. Except for the blah blah blah. It was most unusual. It was very strange. But I don't want to be nasty.
I look at Neal as I had heard some odd sounds from him. He was gurgling. I didn't know you could. It only seemed to only to happen in books and if it did happen in real life it was to babies, not boys!
He opened his mouth to say something.
************
Neal's POV
"What the hell is going on?" I yell glancing from the stranger to Kel. And to the stranger! To Kel! And to the stranger! Kel! Stranger! Kel! Oooh I'm feeling dizzy!
"What is he? Some second rate bad guy?" This is so predictable. They always follow the same Code. While the Code might allow certain privileges such as thieving, raping and pillaging it has very tight restrictions. So I knew what he was going to do next. He was going to reveal all his evil plans on how he was going to take over the world.
The man's eyes flickered to me and I saw that the moment of expression before he returned to his emotionless façade. Surprising it was hurt. I was shocked. And slightly amused. I was often this erratic when a storm was near. It was brewing. I was scared and nervous and willing to fight back. Rather like a terrier.
I've really got to get over it.
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Joren's POV
Am I the only sane person here? The behaviour of the others and the stranger was quite odd. To say the least. Neal the insufferable oaf was being a total idiot, again. Will he ever learn? I suppose not. He is Neal of course.
I sniff and stare at the sky. It is a mixture of gray and blue and gray was quickly coming the majority. Lightning flickered in the distance. Thunder followed but it was coming in fast. Almost to fast.
My attention is jerked away by rapid coughing of Kel. After a minute or two of chest racking, flem bringing coughing she stops and wipes her hand on her legging. Common wrench. I'm surrounded by these dirty peasants. I am such a saint to live with these people. I have to speak with them. Urrgh. I truly am a saint. A martyr maybe.
They are staring at my angelic visage. Worshipping me? Oh please, you shouldn't have! I wave my hand at them as I see the King and Queen do when they go on parades. They seem shocked. Shocked by my gracious gesture? Oh, how sweet. The peasants are appreciative.
They all exchange glances. I wonder why...?
Rain comes down lightly. I can now see the lightning and hear the thunder and it's coming closer.
"Before I kill you all, I have a question for the blonde girlie boy. You are boy right? Yes? Good." I bristled angrily at the man. May he be struck by lightning!
"Why were you acting so bizarrely? You looked slightly insane."
I sniff and lift my nose up into the air. Putting him in his face.
He raises an eyebrow and says nothing for a while.
"I see now," he mutter, "You're a stuck up, conceited, brat of a child." I hate him! How dare he judge me like that!
"And now I will continue with my evil plan. Mha ha ha ha ha. Mha ha ha harrghrgh..." his voice is drawn out as a huge bolt of powerful lightning comes down flinging the others and I to the ground. The smoke is heavy and thick.
The smoke begins to clear. But I feel guilty. Am I the cause of this? He might not be, I reassure myself. Yes he might not be dead. The lightning just hit the general ground where he was standing. He might not have hit him. I wait. I wait for the smoke to clear. I wait on the ground. Watchful.
The smoke clears...
End Chapter Eight
