Satanic, Plague Ridden Rats
Yeah, it's been some time, but I actually have a good excuse, and it's TRUE!! I had LOADS of ideas on what to do for this chapter. I had to narrow it down to 10 to start off with. Anyway, after I narrowed it down to 3, I sat down and outline what could happen with each separate idea. They were all good, but this one was far superior. So enjoy the best of the best. Fun Fact: I write this while I'm supposed to be practicing my Tuba (wanna here what's funny about that? I'm 5' 2", the Tuba, is over 3/4 of my height. Heh.)
Celia hated being thrown, had she mention that yet? If not then she'd better express how little she liked be tossed into an iron cage, landing on her large, round ass, and yes, it was large. This is why she was currently pissed, no, not at her large, round butt, she was mad at being tossed on her large, round butt. Of coarse Jack hadn't been thrown, or forced, he had the luxury of just walking in, nor had Hart, who she was actively avoiding. He was currently sitting in the corner deep in thought. Any way, back to Celia's feelings on Jack blissfulness, and her there lack of. Why did he get better treatment was there something he had that she didn't, ok so she could think of one thing, but that didn't change that he was an arrogant, pompous-
"CELIA!" Celia's curse-ridden thoughts were interrupted by the loud shriek of her name that sounded from behind her, she of coarse jumped in shock, and fear. It hadn't been Jack, as he was in front of her, or any other part of the crew, as they were once again stationed in the other cell. Despite this Celia knew who that voice belonged to, and her blood ran cold. Of all the arrogant pricks why HIM? Jack was starting to look like an angel. She stood up, puffed out her chest, and turned to the boy behind her.
"Hello George." (Honestly, how many of you saw that coming?) Celia said calmly, careful to not show any fear to the enemy. George snickered and pointed to the floor at her feet. A huge fat rat sat (hehehe) right in front of her feet. Celia shrieked ran, and jumped strait into Jack's arms.
"KILL IT!" She demanded repeatedly, while feeling slightly guilty about the slaughter of an innocent creature, but not enough so to not wish it a painful death. She closed her eyes when she saw Jack raise his leg to kill the rodent. She was sickened and satisfied to her the 'squish' that the rat made as it was crushed. She opened her eyes, and saw Jack kick the splattered vermin aside; some blood and guts remained. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers. It was about then that she noticed Jack was still holding her. Why hadn't he dropped her on her butt like every other time? She noticed an odd look on his face. She couldn't identify it for what it was. It was the look of a guy who'd just felt his manhood threatened. George was making him feel uncomfortable. Celia considered saying something, but realized she'd be risking a drop, and painful landing.
"I'm George," George said walking over to Jack and Celia. Jack, dropped Celia. Damn, and ow, mainly damn, but still some ow.
George seemed to notice the odd look on Jack's face, and quickly added, "Celia's brother." She got up off the floor, struggling with her dress, her anger rising. George saw her get up and smiled maliciously. Hell, Celia be damned. "Hey Celia, want to hear something funny?" NO! No, she didn't, and it'd be a cold day in hell before she'd hear him out. George opened his mouth, breathed in deeply, and-
"DON'T YOU DARE! So help me God! Do you want to hear something funny, dear brother George? I wish a group of Satanic, plague ridden rats, would bite off your feet, crawl into your skin and feast slowly on your insides!" (Fun Fact: The Bubonic Plague was actually carried by the fleas on the rats). Celia's eye was twitching. George turned his head to the side, and Celia was sure she'd heard Jack suppressing laughter.
"Umm, the plague has been gone since like the 1300's. I mean how could there be any rats here to infect me? Furthermore, how could a rat be satanic? And I don't think they could crawl into my body." George was being sarcastic, not logical every word he'd said was dripping with egotism and disdain.
"Oh, they could, the rats are from hell, and can o as they please, you can't fathom their power. And since they are from hell, they can be plague ridden if they wish to be. You can't stop them. No one can, and you're next." She was now staring George down.
Jack, who had been uncharacteristically silent, finally broke in, "I truly hate to break up this touching family reunion, but we have more pressing matters at hand." Celia groaned and turned to Jack. The last thing she needed right then was being reminded of the fact she was a dead woman walking, or sitting, as she'd just plopped onto the floor her head in her left hand. She wasn't in the move to fiddle with her right hand to get it to cooperate, as it never seemed to want to do. And for one of the first times in several years, she just looked at her hand, and the long scar across it. The scar had to come from somewhere, but where? What had caused it, and moreover why couldn't she get that hand to function properly. She ran a finger down the scar, turned her head to the side, and thought about the whole situation for a moment. What if the answer was simpler than she thought, maybe it was right under her nose? She hadn't ever 'heard' of the Diamond Dragon before this, but maybe she hadn't needed to maybe there was something deeper there. Celia suddenly looked up at Jack with an odd look on her face.
"I really want some cookies, and while yes, this is no way relevant, the fact remains I want cookies, and without my cookie hunger being satisfied I will not be able to even consider what to do." Jack rolled his eyes, and walked to the bars. George shook his head, and walked back to where he'd previously been. How come George hadn't asked what was going on? Shouldn't he be curious of the situation? Celia hadn't pondered that long before she just fell asleep. She was totally unprompted of this, and didn't even feel her head hit the deck. Had Celia been conscious she would have been in fits. She NEVER fell asleep out of the blue, she could go, and has gone days without sleep. On top of that she was a light sleeper. Of coarse as of then, she cared not. The last conscious thought that had floated through her head was 'Damn I really want some cookies.'
Yeah, not my longest chapter, but get ready for some serious plot development next chapter. I mean look out. You won't know what hit you with all the plot development that's coming your way. Anywhoo, review.
Yeah, it's been some time, but I actually have a good excuse, and it's TRUE!! I had LOADS of ideas on what to do for this chapter. I had to narrow it down to 10 to start off with. Anyway, after I narrowed it down to 3, I sat down and outline what could happen with each separate idea. They were all good, but this one was far superior. So enjoy the best of the best. Fun Fact: I write this while I'm supposed to be practicing my Tuba (wanna here what's funny about that? I'm 5' 2", the Tuba, is over 3/4 of my height. Heh.)
Celia hated being thrown, had she mention that yet? If not then she'd better express how little she liked be tossed into an iron cage, landing on her large, round ass, and yes, it was large. This is why she was currently pissed, no, not at her large, round butt, she was mad at being tossed on her large, round butt. Of coarse Jack hadn't been thrown, or forced, he had the luxury of just walking in, nor had Hart, who she was actively avoiding. He was currently sitting in the corner deep in thought. Any way, back to Celia's feelings on Jack blissfulness, and her there lack of. Why did he get better treatment was there something he had that she didn't, ok so she could think of one thing, but that didn't change that he was an arrogant, pompous-
"CELIA!" Celia's curse-ridden thoughts were interrupted by the loud shriek of her name that sounded from behind her, she of coarse jumped in shock, and fear. It hadn't been Jack, as he was in front of her, or any other part of the crew, as they were once again stationed in the other cell. Despite this Celia knew who that voice belonged to, and her blood ran cold. Of all the arrogant pricks why HIM? Jack was starting to look like an angel. She stood up, puffed out her chest, and turned to the boy behind her.
"Hello George." (Honestly, how many of you saw that coming?) Celia said calmly, careful to not show any fear to the enemy. George snickered and pointed to the floor at her feet. A huge fat rat sat (hehehe) right in front of her feet. Celia shrieked ran, and jumped strait into Jack's arms.
"KILL IT!" She demanded repeatedly, while feeling slightly guilty about the slaughter of an innocent creature, but not enough so to not wish it a painful death. She closed her eyes when she saw Jack raise his leg to kill the rodent. She was sickened and satisfied to her the 'squish' that the rat made as it was crushed. She opened her eyes, and saw Jack kick the splattered vermin aside; some blood and guts remained. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers. It was about then that she noticed Jack was still holding her. Why hadn't he dropped her on her butt like every other time? She noticed an odd look on his face. She couldn't identify it for what it was. It was the look of a guy who'd just felt his manhood threatened. George was making him feel uncomfortable. Celia considered saying something, but realized she'd be risking a drop, and painful landing.
"I'm George," George said walking over to Jack and Celia. Jack, dropped Celia. Damn, and ow, mainly damn, but still some ow.
George seemed to notice the odd look on Jack's face, and quickly added, "Celia's brother." She got up off the floor, struggling with her dress, her anger rising. George saw her get up and smiled maliciously. Hell, Celia be damned. "Hey Celia, want to hear something funny?" NO! No, she didn't, and it'd be a cold day in hell before she'd hear him out. George opened his mouth, breathed in deeply, and-
"DON'T YOU DARE! So help me God! Do you want to hear something funny, dear brother George? I wish a group of Satanic, plague ridden rats, would bite off your feet, crawl into your skin and feast slowly on your insides!" (Fun Fact: The Bubonic Plague was actually carried by the fleas on the rats). Celia's eye was twitching. George turned his head to the side, and Celia was sure she'd heard Jack suppressing laughter.
"Umm, the plague has been gone since like the 1300's. I mean how could there be any rats here to infect me? Furthermore, how could a rat be satanic? And I don't think they could crawl into my body." George was being sarcastic, not logical every word he'd said was dripping with egotism and disdain.
"Oh, they could, the rats are from hell, and can o as they please, you can't fathom their power. And since they are from hell, they can be plague ridden if they wish to be. You can't stop them. No one can, and you're next." She was now staring George down.
Jack, who had been uncharacteristically silent, finally broke in, "I truly hate to break up this touching family reunion, but we have more pressing matters at hand." Celia groaned and turned to Jack. The last thing she needed right then was being reminded of the fact she was a dead woman walking, or sitting, as she'd just plopped onto the floor her head in her left hand. She wasn't in the move to fiddle with her right hand to get it to cooperate, as it never seemed to want to do. And for one of the first times in several years, she just looked at her hand, and the long scar across it. The scar had to come from somewhere, but where? What had caused it, and moreover why couldn't she get that hand to function properly. She ran a finger down the scar, turned her head to the side, and thought about the whole situation for a moment. What if the answer was simpler than she thought, maybe it was right under her nose? She hadn't ever 'heard' of the Diamond Dragon before this, but maybe she hadn't needed to maybe there was something deeper there. Celia suddenly looked up at Jack with an odd look on her face.
"I really want some cookies, and while yes, this is no way relevant, the fact remains I want cookies, and without my cookie hunger being satisfied I will not be able to even consider what to do." Jack rolled his eyes, and walked to the bars. George shook his head, and walked back to where he'd previously been. How come George hadn't asked what was going on? Shouldn't he be curious of the situation? Celia hadn't pondered that long before she just fell asleep. She was totally unprompted of this, and didn't even feel her head hit the deck. Had Celia been conscious she would have been in fits. She NEVER fell asleep out of the blue, she could go, and has gone days without sleep. On top of that she was a light sleeper. Of coarse as of then, she cared not. The last conscious thought that had floated through her head was 'Damn I really want some cookies.'
Yeah, not my longest chapter, but get ready for some serious plot development next chapter. I mean look out. You won't know what hit you with all the plot development that's coming your way. Anywhoo, review.