Wednesday....
"Klorgis...I...need...Klorgis..." Starfire crawled into the kitchen, looking dehydrated. Her mouth was dry, causing her voice to crackle. "I...must be...of having...Klorgis..." She collapsed onto the floor in front of the refrigerator, startling Beast Boy.
"Aah!" he cried, jumping, "Dude, what'd you do that for?!" He was making a peanut butter, tofu, and banana sandwich for lunch.
"I did not...mean to..." Star lay there, breathing steadily.
"Okay..." BB looked confused, and, picking up his sandwich, backed away slowly. "See ya, Star..."
"I...need...KLORGIS!" she shouted, using her arm muscles to push herself up. She opened the fridge, pulled out the bottle of mustard, and slammed the door. "Where are the cylindrical plastic drinking utensils?"
"Uhh...the straws?" asked Beast Boy, amazed at her sudden source of energy.
"Yes. Where are they?"
"In the cupboard above the stove," he said slowly, not wanting to anger her.
"Thank you, friend Beast Boy." She fished one out, stuck it in the open bottle, and started drinking, not noticing BB wipe sweat off his forehead in relief.
Just then, Robin walked in. "Hey, Starfire. How's it—"
"I want my Klorgis tickets and I am drinking my mustard! Why are you asking so many questions?!" she shouted, nearly blowing his jet-black hair off his head.
Robin smoothed out his hair. She had yelled so hard that his ears were still ringing. "Umm...I'm sorry?" He walked quickly to where Beast Boy sat on the couch. "What's her deal?" he whispered.
"How should I know?" he whispered back.
"Well, you were here longer than I was."
They both looked at the Tamaranian girl as she slurped her mustard and looked in the freezer.
"I think it has something to do with the Korbis concert."
"Klorgis!" corrected Starfire.
BB gulped and turned back around and looked at his friend. "She's got good hearing."
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Cyborg closed the door behind him. "Whew! That was one tough workout! I think I'll make a snack." He whistled as he walked down the hall. Bacon and eggs? No...bratwursts? Naw... "I got it! Hamburgers!" He quickened his pace, thinking about the delicious juiciness of beef. "With cheese and pickles and ketchup and mustard and—" He stopped, just outside the door to the living room. "What's that?"
"...Klorgis...Klorgis...Klorgis...Klorgis..." The speech was faint, but audible. He opened the door, looking around. "Klorgis...Klorgis...Klorgis..." Cyborg walked slowly toward the couch, the words getting louder as he went. "...Klorgis...Klorgis...Klorgis..." He paused as he reached the back of the couch. He stuck his head over it and saw Starfire, shaking. She was laying in the fetal position, rocking side to side. "Klorgis...Klorgis...Klorgis..."
"Uhh...Starfire?" he said quietly.
She kept rocking and repeating her words. "...Klorgis...Klorgis...Klorgis..."
"Are you a'ight Star?" He leaned arm toward her, poking her shoulder.
"KLORGIS!" she shouted, jumping up. She hovered in the air; her eyes lit green and starbolts forming around her hands.
"Uhh..." her sudden burst had knocked him onto the floor. He slowly backed away, crawling on his hands and feet. "I-I'm just gonna g-go now..." He got up and ran for the door.
Starfire snapped out of it. "Cyborg?"
He was looking back as he ran, trying to escape her.
"Cyborg, look out! Watch where you are running, please!"
He panted, wondering if he was close to the door. He turned his head to look forward, but it was too late. He hit the metallic door and slid to the floor. He moaned, rubbing his head. He looked up, saw Starfire floating toward him, and got back up to run again.
"No, please Cyborg! Let me look at the red bump on your head!"
He stopped, somehow sensing that she was no longer possessed. "Wh...what were you doing?"
She looked down, ashamed of her actions. "I am eager to see the Klorgis concert. I am sorry if I startled you. I was part sleeping part not sleeping...there is no other way to put it, I am afraid."
"No, there is. You were...uhh...in a trance...sort of...okay, yeah, you put it well." He walked to the kitchen, opened the freezer, and pulled out the frozen beef.
"Is your head feeling big?"
"No, it's not swelling. It's fine." He got the pan out and put it on the stove. "Man, I sure wish we had room for a grill..."
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Woo-hoo! Yay, another chappy is up! I'm not sure where I'm going next...but I sure know how I'm gonna end it! Don't worry, I will be finishing this story
