Carolyn's Comments:

Mood: Happy

Comments: A note to classengurl: (GRINS) Thankies for all the nice reviews! I'm glad to think people think Cronos is Bishounen! (Smiles) About the plushie, Caitlin and me actually have plans to make a Cronos plushie, so if we do, I'll be sure to tell you. But will Carolyn and Cronos get together? I'm not saying. This is going to be one LONG story, and poor Cronos is going to have several romantic rivals to deal with later. And Carolyn will have to deal with some of Cronos' suitors herself. I'm going to have so much fun with that concept. (In case you haven't noticed, I read FAR too much Manga and watch FAR too much anime)

The quartet of friends immediately sprang into action. Caitlin got into her traditional battle stance that made her look like a shaolin master with severe menstrual cramps. Katie hurled the snow globe blindly at their attacker and jumped under the bed. It landed with a crash, nowhere near the man, but it gave Cronos, Sam, and Carolyn the chance they needed.

The three of them leapt forward. Sam head butted the man in the gut. Cronos socked him across the face, and Carolyn kneed him in the nuts.

"OW!" The man screamed. He fell to the ground waving his arms. "OKAY! OKAY! TRUCE! TRUCE! UNCLE! UNCLE!"

Carolyn knelt down and grabbed the man's silver hair. "Fredrick, I've been meaning to say this for years: That has got to be the WORST hairpiece I have ever seen." With that, she gave his hair a great yank. But surprisingly it stayed put, and Fredrick howled in pain.

"So it's real," Carolyn sneered, "I guess it was just a crappy dye job then."

"You fool!" Fredrick snarled, "My hair is just as real as yours!" As he spoke, Katie peeked out from under the bed.

"Fredrick, what the hell are you doing here?!" Cronos snarled stepping in front of Carolyn protectively.

"Not so tough without your demon army, huh?!" Caitlin snapped.

"Yeah!" Katie shouted standing up. "I bet your planning to tear your left arm off and beat us to death with it!" Katie came up with some demented jokes sometimes.

Fredrick, his threat gone, sat helplessly on the floor, like a child when he's pouting. "I came to kill you of course."

"You haven't tried to kill me for two months when I was at home watching TV utterly defenseless. Why attack now?"

Fredrick glared up at her. "Because, I'm you're arch-enemy, and you didn't ask me to be in your show! It's not fair! I killed your previous incarnation, and you couldn't even bother to give me a phone call! I'm Cronos's evil godfather and you didn't even THINK to ask me!"

Carolyn shrugged. "I assumed you were busy trying, but failing, to conquer the world."

Fredrick sniffled like he was about to cry. "I had plenty of free time! If I wanted to, I could've come over to your house while Cronos was drunk and killed your ass if I wanted. My evil lair is right down the street from your house!"

"HA!" Cronos laughed. "You think you're so smart. Well it just so happens that I NEVER get drunk, 'cause I have a high resistance to alcohol. So there!"

"Fredrick, why didn't you just CALL me?" Carolyn asked.

Fredrick stopped bawling and frowned. "I never thought of that. Funny how your mind works when you want to kill everything that crosses into your field of vision."

"Look, if you want to be in the damn show, fine." Carolyn sighed, "But you'll have to do odd jobs. I have all the other positions filled, so when I need you I'll let you know. So for now, park that floating evil castle-lair of yours, over the ocean near the island. I'll call when you're needed." She patted him on the shoulder. "Thanks for stopping by." She opened up the door and said politely, "Now get the hell out of my room before I flay you alive."

Fredrick left, shooting her a look of deep revulsion.

"How come you're never that nice to me?" Katie asked.

"I'm a director/angst-filled-teen/sugar-filled-teen/writer/high-school-student. NOT a miracle worker. Now LEAVE, or I'll tear the skin off your faces!"

"What a grouch!" Caitlin snapped as Carolyn slammed the door behind them.

"Well can you blame her?" Cronos asked, "She's under a lot of stress right now. She's taken over a studio at the age of 15! And then she has that novel she's writing to finish! Carolyn does a lot! She does so much, I'm surprised she doesn't fight crime!"

"Actually…she…does fight crime…" Sam said rolling his eyes.

(Flashback to time when Carolyn stopped a robbery)

"Look!" A hostage, I will randomly call Paul, cried. "It's Angst-Filled-Teen!"

Carolyn burst into the room. Her blond hair had red streaks temporarily dyed into it. She was wearing a black, sleeveless, sweater, and baggy black jeans. She wore black wristbands, had a paintball gun in a holster at her side, and to hide her identity, she wore Matrix-style sunglasses.

Carolyn immediately ran over to a robber and began to pound her fists against his chest, while wailing, "NOBODY LIKES ME! EVERYBODY HATES ME! I'M ALWAYS WRONG! THEY ALL LAUGH AT ME! NOBODY LOVES ME! I'M STUPID! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! I HATE YOU! I LOOK FAT, NO MATTER WHAT ANYONE TELLS ME!"

Every robber within a five-mile radius dropped dead.

"You did it Angst-Filled-Teen!" Another hostage, I will call Cindy, cried, "How can we ever-"

"SHUT UP!" Carolyn sobbed. "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! I HATE YOU!" She tore out of the room bawling like a baby. The hostages just stared after her, confused.

(End of flashback…now wasn't that a pretty flashback?)

"Good times…" Sam said smiling, "Good times…"

"RIIIIIIIIGHT." Cronos said rolling his eyes. "Well, we better get down to the set. Carolyn said she'll be coming down to discuss our first episode shoot in a few minutes."

Later down on the set…

Everyone stood around talking, mostly about the local sports team. (Of course, the Island of Lost Souls doesn't HAVE a team, but still, it's nice to dream…). Suddenly the doors flew open and Carolyn strode in holding a clipboard. She was smiling broadly. Everyone, under her command of course, cheered when they saw her.

"Ladies and Gentlemen." Carolyn called out silencing their cries, "My first order as your employer, is: AVERT THY GAZE YOU MORTAL HEATHENS!"

Everyone covered their eyes and cheered.

"Now first order of business," Carolyn said reading from the clipboard, "We need an introductory episode. And I already have a perfect idea!"

At that moment, the doors flew open and Carl walked in. Under Carolyn's orders once again, nobody cheered.

"Sorry I'm late." He called. "Please continue."

Carolyn, who hated being interrupted, reminded herself that she had hurled cow dung at this man's window, so she continued and ignored him. "I copied this idea from the opening of Jackass: The Movie. It'll show three shopping carts, each racing down three water slides lined up right next to each other. Each cart will have two of us in it. I will be standing in the middle cart, and as we're racing I'll yell out, 'Hi! I'm Carolyn and welcome to 'Behind the Terror'! Moments later, we'll shoot off the ends of the tracks and crash into whatever. Then it'll flash through a bunch of clips of us doing stupid, but hilarious, stuff. So what do you think?"

"'Behind the Terror?'" Caitlin asked frowning.

"Yep." Carolyn said smiling, "I came up with that name, 'cause the title makes fun of 'Behind the Music' and because this show will scare a lot of censors."

Carl chimed in. "Well I like the idea! I think it's very…imaginative." As he said 'imaginative', his eyes got that same hungry look as they did before. But it vanished once again.

Carolyn was stunned. Happy, but stunned. "Um…thanks Carl. Anyone have any complaints?"

Afraid of having their employment, (and their lives), cut tragically short, no one said anything.

"Good! Now we'll need to find a water park to shoot this."

"There's one right outside." Alex said.

"That's lucky."