I got a new story onto fanfic. It's about the Lord of the rings. It's called the Sentence Game. Go read it. It's good.
This chapter deals with me and Kat and Nick, and some magic things happen in this chapter. and please excuse me for not knowing a damn thing about helicopters. Well, here you go, chapter 3, r&r please!
Chapter 3
Emily blankly stared at Kat, frowning. She had been doing that a lot lately, anticipating what she was thinking.
Nick just laughed. "What do you need a hundred naked men for? You've got me! Hey, where do we put our stuff?"
Kat pointed through the downpour. "Over there, in the tall grass. Nobody's mowed that stuff in ages."
When they walked over through the mud, They saw that she was right. The wet grass was gently tickling their jeans in the upper thigh region. They quickly laid down their equipment and walked over to the tunnel.
But suddenly, Emily heard something over the roar of the rain. She looked up, and saw a helicopter overhead. "Chopper!" she yelled, and quickly wished that she could have more adventure in her life. It was a tradition between her and her friends, that whoever wished on a helicopter first before it landed, that the wish would come true.
Nick and Emily sat down, and began to take off their shoes. They tied the laces together, and slung them across their necks. Emily then stepped into the rising, murky water, and froze.
IT WAS SO FLIPPING COLD!
If she thought she was freezing before, it was nothing compared to how she felt now. It went up to her knees, freezing her, down into her shoes, soaking her already soaked socks. She was going to KILL Kat!
However, Kat was already at the mouth of the tunnel, the tips of her long, black hair grazing the water. It was up to the middle of her thighs, and she was walking through it as if she were on land. She laughed as Nick and Emily entered the swirling river. "What, is it too cold for you kittens?"
Emily just growled, and Kat literally ran to the other side of the tunnel. She made it out while Nick and Emily were stumbling, only halfway through the huge, damp hole in the hill. Emily was silently grumbling to herself about the trench coat, when, suddenly, behind her, she heard a big splash. Because of her freaky paranoia, Emily thought someone was after her, and she turned around, and saw...
Nick. He had slipped and fallen into the water. Emily helped him back on to his feet, and they started off again.
When they got to the other side, Emily was relieved to see that the sky had cleared up considerably. She could see the moon and stars from where she was. It was a full moon, a beautiful moon. Kat was already on the other bank, dripping wet. She was lying in between the roots of the old Oak tree by the bend in the river, playing with some acorns, looking at which was the best looking one. Kat had always been fascinated by an oak's acorns, ever since she had come to the little suburban town, almost five years ago.
Emily then took a moment to look around, and gasped at the beauty that lay before them. A wood, wonderful and green, stood before them. Not untouched, she thought, seeing the Four-Wheeler's tracks, but still the most handsome thing that she had ever seen.
She started to run toward the bank, and stopped dead.
Pain seared through her foot, and she screamed, alerting Kat, who jumped up. Emily looked down, and saw that the murky brown water was turning red around her. Nick quickly ran up to her, picked her up, and carried her over to the bank. She then saw what had really happened, and was immediately sick, adding more colors to the swirling waters.
A piece of a broken bottle had lodged itself through the flesh, piercing her foot, and came out on the other side. Blood poured from her foot, and smeared all over the still wet ground. Emily couldn't bear the pain, so she reached over to her foot, grabbed the glass, and pulled it out. She screamed again, and Nick drew her close, as she started to sob, her foot bleeding freely.
Kat looked confused, but as she looked at something that she held in one of her hands, her face then drew itself uptight, and she ran off into the woods.
Nick called after her, but he stayed with Emily. He took his white shirt off from under his ski jacket, and wrapped it around Emily's foot, unfortunately making her sick again. He then moved around to her back, and pulled her gently toward him, until her black haired head rested on his bare, muscular shoulder, arms encircling her black clad shoulders, comforting her as she cried.
Kat then reappeared, a smile on her face and her yellow eyes gleaming. She reached down, despite the protests of Nick, and tore the shirt off Emily's foot, making her scream. She placed her hands on the open wound, and made a face that made her look constipated. Suddenly, blue sparks appeared, and traveled down her arms, and toward the foot. Emily shrieked, and tried to get away, but couldn't move. Every time she did, the pain was almost unbearable. Nick jumped up, and started for Kat, but froze, and watched, fascinated, as Emily's wound began to heal.
The blue sparks began to twirl about the gash, and sink in, and heal it. There was no more pain in it, and it looked as if it hadn't been there at all. However, the sparks didn't stop there. They traveled up her arms and her chest to old scars, made by humans, not glass. The sparks healed them all, but left scars. Despite that, Emily was overjoyed.
Nick was not so pleased. "You're a witch! a Bloody WITCH!" And with that, he ran off.
Emily stood up. "Kat? What the hell was that?"
Kat didn't meet her eyes. "Never mind, I'll explain later. You just come with me."
She lead Emily through the beauty of the wood by way of the Four- Wheeler paths, and dragged her into a field, strewn with flowers, gleaming in the moonlight. Perched in the middle of the field was a huge chopper, the one that they had seen earlier. Three people were standing about it. One was about Emily's size, dressed up as if for a business meeting, one was a little taller, and looked a little fiercer, more street punky, and the other looked like a giant ape in a suit and tie. She couldn't make out their faces yet, but Emily was sure that she didn't know them. Neither did they seem to know the girls, for the Tall one called out to them.
"Are you armed?" the big husky voice drifted over to them. He sounded a little foreign.
"Does funky knives and things count?" Emily called back.
Kat quickly told her to hush, and then Emily told her to shut up, because she wasn't her mom. Then she looked over at the small one again.
He had black hair, almost the same shade as Emily's He looked about the same height, but it was hard to tell from so far away. Kat called to her, jerking her out of her daze, and beckoned to her, starting off toward the three people. Emily followed a bit reluctantly. She did not want to meet these strange new people. They looked a little sneaky to her.
She finally caught up to Kat, and looked at the people from the chopper up close. The huge one looked larger than should be allowed. His mammoth hands looked slightly homicidal. The middle-sized one looked like she could have been on the AAHS wrestling team, if only she went there.
Then Emily looked at the boy, and stopped dead.
'Mirror,' she thought, gripping the sides of her trench coat to her sides 'I'm looking in a fucking mirror.' The black hair was the exact same shade, the face had the same bone structure, and as she looked into his eyes, they took on a recognition that she could not stomach. His Deep blue eyes gazed into her own Icy blue eyes, and she began to realize why she had always felt alone, never a part of anything, and it was because she had been missing a part.
Kat looked at her, and smiled, her yellow cat eyes dancing. "Emily, meet your twin brother, Artemis Fowl."
Yay for cliff hangers!
and now, meet your host, Githoniel, because it's time for,
THE SUGAR GAME!
YAY!
um... yeah. so, here's this chapter's quote:
"My dearest child,
"The Garnet Ring that accompanies this Letter has been in our Family for a great many Generations and is always..." Did it say gassed? No, "passed on to a Blood descendant. There is only one condition as to Who may inherit: It must be worn on the Third Finger of the right Hand and it must fit perfectly. It must never be Altered, neither made larger nor smaller.
"The Ring was given to me by my Grandmother, as it was too..." Snail? No... "Small for my Mother's Hand. And I Give it to you, as it was too large for both my Daughter and my Granddaughter. We have met Only once..."
When? I wondered. I didn't remember meeting her at all. I must have been just a baby.
"...under
Trying circumstances, but I Trust that you shall grow to be more
Worthy of the Powers.
"Take Special Care with this Ring..."
That was where I'd stopped reading before. I still felt kind of
annoyed about that "grow to be more worthy" comment. What
did I do as a baby, spit up on her or something? But even so, I was
dumb not to have finished reading the letter.
"You will Discover its many Wonders yourself, as that is part of the joy in it's ownership. But..." I couldn't make out the word Was it "heed" or "read me well"? Oh well, same thing. "You must never confide it's Secrets, even to Soul mates. Some might Guess, but you must never Utter the words..." Good thing I didn't tell Stephen. "The Power will never Vanish, if you Abide by this law."
Damn, my arms are getting tired... ok, so five hearts to anyone who even knows what series it's from or any closer to what it is. it's a whole page... damn...
r&r...
