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The clock had struck midnight. He slept peacefully now, but it was a peace that was doomed to disappear in a moment's time.
His eyelid twitched, as he stirred in his dream world.
A creak could be heard on the steps.
Suddenly, his eyes flew open, and he glanced wildly around.
The origin of the creaks seemed to move, seemed to be approaching the door to his room, coming closer, and closer...
He drew in a sharp breath, as the scurrying noise, 'so similar to footsteps' he thought, continued on its journey of malice and evil toward the yet immobile door.
His heart hammered a terrible tattoo against his chest, as he slowly pulled the warm covers closer to his face, as if they would help protect him.
The door began to creak open. A dark shape that he didn't see entered the room.
Suddenly, his reason took over, and he reached over to a table and turned on a lantern, which it seemed providence had happened to put at his reach.
He looked out, knowing that he may face his doom, but he was resolved not to fall without a fight.
His attacker, he thought, must be a foul thing of the greatest evil, when it attempted to flee from the light. He got a better look at it, but then cursed as the lamp burnt his hand, causing him to drop it, and his concentration on the predator was broken.
Sirius had never been more embarrassed in, well, he hadn't ever admitted to embarrassment before in his life, but he still felt the greatest relief in the fact that no one was here to see him.
It was a cockroach. A regular, black, ordinary, cockroach. The kind he had squished easily under his shoes, 'back in the day' when he had been tall. A melancholy spirit was taking over him as he reminisced, at least until he noticed something.
The roach, the one that came halfway to his knee, was missing.
He immediately looked around himself, and then looked straight down, as he had a strange feeling that something was near his leg.
He'd found the roach. It was by his leg. No, wait, it was TRYING TO EAT HIS LEG! The said roach had a mouthful of his pajama pants, and seemed to be trying to pull Sirius toward itself.
"Never! You Fell Beast! I will never be fodder for your wicked kind!" Sirius shouted dramatically, and he wrenched himself away from the beast and raced out of the door, shouting as he went.
He raced down dimly lit halls and down the staircases as he came to them. He could hear the monster scurrying after him. Finally he reached a sitting room on the second floor. The roach was almost on top of him now, panicked, he spotted an ornamental sword hanging over the fireplace, and grabbed for it, pulling the four-inch saber down from its resting spot, and he brandished it.
He seemed to come to himself slightly, and a grin spread across his handsome features. A sword. Someone had left a sword. Where he could reach it. He whistled slightly, examining a blade that would have made an amateur swordsman wince at the poor craftsmanship (hey, it is a toy) and began to experimentally swing it.
ZING! SWISH! SWOOSH! The blade cut through the air.
"OUCH!" He cried out, roach forgotten as he dropped the sword, and nursed his sore wrist.
Of course, turning your back to your enemy is always a move made in poor judgment. Unless of course, your enemy is more interested in the crumbs left on the floor then on acting out any vile design upon yourself.
Sirius realized this, but he also realized that he would rather not be unguarded in bed when the roach decided he was hungry again. Sirius did not realize that the roach had decided that the miniature human wasn't good for food after all.
So he brandished his sword again, ("Draw, you vile scallywag. Or I will cut you to ribbons!") and slowly made his way to the fiend.
He swung, and the monster retreated slightly. But it wasn't good enough for Sirius. He swung again. Then he gathered his courage and strength, and dealt a mighty blow to the skeletal back.
Then he was thrown back, mortified, as his blow simply bounced off the creature's armor.
So Sirius made a decision. He took off running as fast as his legs would take him.
Out of the house, down the hall, and into James' room.
Sirius valued his life over his pride, evidently. Half an hour, one irate friend, and a shoe whack later, and Sirius went back to bed.
The next morning dawned bright, and far too early for Sirius' liking. He got up, thought, and then locked the door ('Why didn't I think of that last night', he reflected) and curled back up in bed. Till a knock came at the window.
"Rise and SHINE!!!!" Came James' booming voice. "It's a new DAAYY!"
James was obviously less happy about being woken up to save his best friend's life then Sirius had thought. He pulled the covers back over his head, deciding to ignore it. Till James' face appeared in his window (which was just below eye level on a standing James), a mischievous look spreading across it (his face). James pulled a small tab on the outside of the building, which pulled the outer wall of the room open like a door, and plucked Sirius out of bed.
The rest of the Potters, and those who lived in the house, were already at the breakfast table. Mr. Potter was reading a paper and Lily was glaring at everyone.
James sat down, putting Sirius, who was still in his slightly chewed on pajamas, on top of the table.
Sirius sighed as he caught his own reflection in a spoon. His hair was sticking everywhere and there were dark circles under his eyes. Sirius wanted to go back to bed, and decided to spend the rest of the day doing nothing.
Then she caught sight of him. Marie hadn't forgotten about him being in her dollhouse. Sirius took one look at her face, and started running.
'So much for doing nothing today.' He thought.
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Eeesh.... I just tried to start The Metamorphosis by Kafka, well; I got through the first chapter. Puts this chapter in a whole new light.
Hobbitinguard: Again, thank you so much. It's so great to get such kind reviews. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
The clock had struck midnight. He slept peacefully now, but it was a peace that was doomed to disappear in a moment's time.
His eyelid twitched, as he stirred in his dream world.
A creak could be heard on the steps.
Suddenly, his eyes flew open, and he glanced wildly around.
The origin of the creaks seemed to move, seemed to be approaching the door to his room, coming closer, and closer...
He drew in a sharp breath, as the scurrying noise, 'so similar to footsteps' he thought, continued on its journey of malice and evil toward the yet immobile door.
His heart hammered a terrible tattoo against his chest, as he slowly pulled the warm covers closer to his face, as if they would help protect him.
The door began to creak open. A dark shape that he didn't see entered the room.
Suddenly, his reason took over, and he reached over to a table and turned on a lantern, which it seemed providence had happened to put at his reach.
He looked out, knowing that he may face his doom, but he was resolved not to fall without a fight.
His attacker, he thought, must be a foul thing of the greatest evil, when it attempted to flee from the light. He got a better look at it, but then cursed as the lamp burnt his hand, causing him to drop it, and his concentration on the predator was broken.
Sirius had never been more embarrassed in, well, he hadn't ever admitted to embarrassment before in his life, but he still felt the greatest relief in the fact that no one was here to see him.
It was a cockroach. A regular, black, ordinary, cockroach. The kind he had squished easily under his shoes, 'back in the day' when he had been tall. A melancholy spirit was taking over him as he reminisced, at least until he noticed something.
The roach, the one that came halfway to his knee, was missing.
He immediately looked around himself, and then looked straight down, as he had a strange feeling that something was near his leg.
He'd found the roach. It was by his leg. No, wait, it was TRYING TO EAT HIS LEG! The said roach had a mouthful of his pajama pants, and seemed to be trying to pull Sirius toward itself.
"Never! You Fell Beast! I will never be fodder for your wicked kind!" Sirius shouted dramatically, and he wrenched himself away from the beast and raced out of the door, shouting as he went.
He raced down dimly lit halls and down the staircases as he came to them. He could hear the monster scurrying after him. Finally he reached a sitting room on the second floor. The roach was almost on top of him now, panicked, he spotted an ornamental sword hanging over the fireplace, and grabbed for it, pulling the four-inch saber down from its resting spot, and he brandished it.
He seemed to come to himself slightly, and a grin spread across his handsome features. A sword. Someone had left a sword. Where he could reach it. He whistled slightly, examining a blade that would have made an amateur swordsman wince at the poor craftsmanship (hey, it is a toy) and began to experimentally swing it.
ZING! SWISH! SWOOSH! The blade cut through the air.
"OUCH!" He cried out, roach forgotten as he dropped the sword, and nursed his sore wrist.
Of course, turning your back to your enemy is always a move made in poor judgment. Unless of course, your enemy is more interested in the crumbs left on the floor then on acting out any vile design upon yourself.
Sirius realized this, but he also realized that he would rather not be unguarded in bed when the roach decided he was hungry again. Sirius did not realize that the roach had decided that the miniature human wasn't good for food after all.
So he brandished his sword again, ("Draw, you vile scallywag. Or I will cut you to ribbons!") and slowly made his way to the fiend.
He swung, and the monster retreated slightly. But it wasn't good enough for Sirius. He swung again. Then he gathered his courage and strength, and dealt a mighty blow to the skeletal back.
Then he was thrown back, mortified, as his blow simply bounced off the creature's armor.
So Sirius made a decision. He took off running as fast as his legs would take him.
Out of the house, down the hall, and into James' room.
Sirius valued his life over his pride, evidently. Half an hour, one irate friend, and a shoe whack later, and Sirius went back to bed.
The next morning dawned bright, and far too early for Sirius' liking. He got up, thought, and then locked the door ('Why didn't I think of that last night', he reflected) and curled back up in bed. Till a knock came at the window.
"Rise and SHINE!!!!" Came James' booming voice. "It's a new DAAYY!"
James was obviously less happy about being woken up to save his best friend's life then Sirius had thought. He pulled the covers back over his head, deciding to ignore it. Till James' face appeared in his window (which was just below eye level on a standing James), a mischievous look spreading across it (his face). James pulled a small tab on the outside of the building, which pulled the outer wall of the room open like a door, and plucked Sirius out of bed.
The rest of the Potters, and those who lived in the house, were already at the breakfast table. Mr. Potter was reading a paper and Lily was glaring at everyone.
James sat down, putting Sirius, who was still in his slightly chewed on pajamas, on top of the table.
Sirius sighed as he caught his own reflection in a spoon. His hair was sticking everywhere and there were dark circles under his eyes. Sirius wanted to go back to bed, and decided to spend the rest of the day doing nothing.
Then she caught sight of him. Marie hadn't forgotten about him being in her dollhouse. Sirius took one look at her face, and started running.
'So much for doing nothing today.' He thought.
Review please!
Eeesh.... I just tried to start The Metamorphosis by Kafka, well; I got through the first chapter. Puts this chapter in a whole new light.
Hobbitinguard: Again, thank you so much. It's so great to get such kind reviews. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.