Eika: (collapsed on bed) Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh. . .
fiiiiiiiinally (suddenly an electric shock races through the bed)
GRAHFIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAIIIAIAIAIAIAIAIAIAIAIIAIIIIIIIIIAAAAAOOOOOOOEEEEIIII
IIIIIIOOOOOAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (She manages
to break connection with the bed so it can no longer shock her.)
Clara: (appears at door to her room) No rest until you finish the next chapter.
Catalina: (appears from below bed) We'll strap you to the computer chair if we have to.
Eika: (falls to her knees pleading) Come on, please, I can't write very well without rest. . .
Clara: So?
Eika:. . . If I can't sleep I'll take the easy way of getting you out of the dungeons. . . you can't torment me if you're dead. . .
Catalina: Fine, you can have a break.
(10 hours later)
Eika: (gets on computer again after sleeping, eating, drinking some juice, and going to the bathroom) Much better. (writes)
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We begin to hike along a non-existent trail, making me expect them to get lost at any moment. However, instead we continue along steadily, as if the trail is plainly marked. The royalty clique and most of the escorting knights laugh and joke around as they walk; I alone remain silent. After about an hour of this we sit down for a meal called 'lunch'. I have never heard of this before.
"Clara, eat something. Have a sandwich." Insists King Zidane again. He's been steadily trying to coax me into eating something, not realizing I don't know what it is.
"No thanks. I'm. Not. Hungry." I insist for the fiftieth time.
"You can't NOT be hungry after that hike." Can he hear my stomach growling? No, I've perfected silencing it. He can't know that I'm already starting to get mild cramps from not eating.
"I'm NOT hungry. Just stop it." I order him, getting too tired of him to be polite.
"Then have something besides a sandwich. You've refused all meals since you came here Clara, eat. You need the strength." No, I don't.
"For the last ti-umph!" He shoved something in my mouth as I protested, then held it closed.
"Yes, I will resort to force-feeding. Chew. Swallow." The knights assigned to my chain laugh, and the other knights watch with grins.
However, instead of chewing the deliciously tasty food I place a well-aimed kick in his stomach, hard enough to knock the wind from him. He lets go, and I spit it out. "For the last time, no." I say quietly, looking him in the eye.
He shoves something else in my mouth and holds it shut again, this time with the queen and rust bucket grabbing my feet. He moves my mouth so I'm forced to chew the delicious most-likely poison. Much-better tasting than dragon jerky, though bad stuff usually tastes the best. The princess strokes my costumes throat in such a way that I'm forced to swallow. (A/N: You really can make someone swallow by stroking their throat a certain way.)
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" He asks me, letting go, as do the queen and rusty knight.
I turn to the side and try to stick my finger down my throat, but he grabs my hands. "Stop that." He orders me. I continue to struggle.
The queen responds by shoving another bite down my throat. "Hold still," She orders me while I twist around, trying to get my head away from her hands. "You're acting like its poison."
"Mmmph-plis" I manage to choke out before she manages to get her hands firmly around my jaw. The dragon knight and rust bucket hold my legs. The princess keeps my head still while the queen forces me to chew and swallow the deliciously tasting bundle of harmful chemicals.
"Stop fussing." She orders me, breaking off another piece that from something that looks as though the other pieces came from it too. I lock my jaw, trying to keep it closed. The defect pries it open for her to get another piece in, then slams it shut. I continue to try not to eat, to get my mouth open and spit out the mind-controlling nutrients. I manage to get a hand free to punch; a spare knight grabs it and is thrown off as I swing it wildly. Three grab it at once and manage to keep it still. I'm forced to chew and swallow again. This continues another horrifying five times before-
"Done!" Calls out the queen. They all let me go and I slump, tired, to the ground. "That wasn't so horrible, was it?"
I try to get my hands to my mouth again, to force myself to throw up. The king and queen grab my hands. "Let's go," Orders the king, and a few minutes later, despite my wild protests, we march off, them holding my hands. I try and wrench my hands out of their iron grips without success, and march along very unhappily. After about an hour a majority of the stuff is digested so I give up, marching along meekly. Shortly after they let go of my hands and walk along ahead of me, talking in low tones. I currently expect to fall dead or turn into a brainwashed-robot at any moment. Mainly because I have no idea when my birthday REALLY is, so I could be ten, and supposedly it can occur in a ten-year-old.
The sun is halfway down the sky now, almost to the setting point. Suddenly we enter a meadow. The knights set down the packs I only just noticed they're carrying and begin to set up tents from them.
I sit down sullenly, wondering if I should make a run for it now or later. My thoughts are stopped by a tugging on my chain. While I was occupied with my thoughts the queen of belated discoveries had tied my chain securely around a tree and was trying to get my attention. Seeing I'm looking at her, she makes a 'come here' motion with her hands. I shake my head, reassured that my tenth birthday hasn't come yet. She yanks on the chain, making me slide over some hard ground, tearing up grass and scattering pine needles. She picks up more of the chain. "Last chance," She calls out, and I look down, nearly fainting when I discover: My costume leg is caught on a sharp rock. If she pulls, it'll result in a long tear, blowing my cover. If I stand up without going extremely slow and being careful, which she most likely won't give me time to do, It'll rip deeper, blowing my cover just as effectively. I look at her, and make my choice.
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Heeheehee. A chapter that's a bit longer than usual, humorous, and ends in suspense.
Chris who refuses to say much? Could you at least tell me if you HAVE a fanfiction name, as I want to see something from someone with such good taste.
LeopardDance, no, your reviews are NOT dog-eared. On books/reviews/stories I like, if I see a dog-ear I try to smooth it out. I tape rips, give them special bookshelf places. . . but if I like it and don't read it often, careless things happen. (see book that fell under deck right before rainstorm. Deck made out of boards.)
Oh, and to all read/reviewers? Just to let you know, I'm going to camp for a week on Monday (NO INTERNET!!!) and, while they have computers, I'll be too busy at Summer Youth Music School (SYMS) to write. My trombone is going to get a LOT of exercise. This would've been up sooner, but 2 sore arms from Tetanus and Hepatitis B shots limited computer time (my aching arms).
REVIEW FOR HEAVENS SAKE REVIEW, I'M TIRED OF ONLY GETTING ABOUT FOUR PER CHAPTER, REVIEW ALREADY, TELL ME SOMETHING GOOD, GIVE ME AN IMPROVEMENT POSIBILITY, CALL ME A COMPLETE MENTAL CATASTROPHE, INSIST I SHOULDN'T HAVE ACCESS TO A KEYBOARD, PRESENT ME WITH A DIAMOND RING AND ASK TO MARRY THE CREATOR OF THIS STORY, JUST WRITE SOMETHING ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Clara: (appears at door to her room) No rest until you finish the next chapter.
Catalina: (appears from below bed) We'll strap you to the computer chair if we have to.
Eika: (falls to her knees pleading) Come on, please, I can't write very well without rest. . .
Clara: So?
Eika:. . . If I can't sleep I'll take the easy way of getting you out of the dungeons. . . you can't torment me if you're dead. . .
Catalina: Fine, you can have a break.
(10 hours later)
Eika: (gets on computer again after sleeping, eating, drinking some juice, and going to the bathroom) Much better. (writes)
~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~
We begin to hike along a non-existent trail, making me expect them to get lost at any moment. However, instead we continue along steadily, as if the trail is plainly marked. The royalty clique and most of the escorting knights laugh and joke around as they walk; I alone remain silent. After about an hour of this we sit down for a meal called 'lunch'. I have never heard of this before.
"Clara, eat something. Have a sandwich." Insists King Zidane again. He's been steadily trying to coax me into eating something, not realizing I don't know what it is.
"No thanks. I'm. Not. Hungry." I insist for the fiftieth time.
"You can't NOT be hungry after that hike." Can he hear my stomach growling? No, I've perfected silencing it. He can't know that I'm already starting to get mild cramps from not eating.
"I'm NOT hungry. Just stop it." I order him, getting too tired of him to be polite.
"Then have something besides a sandwich. You've refused all meals since you came here Clara, eat. You need the strength." No, I don't.
"For the last ti-umph!" He shoved something in my mouth as I protested, then held it closed.
"Yes, I will resort to force-feeding. Chew. Swallow." The knights assigned to my chain laugh, and the other knights watch with grins.
However, instead of chewing the deliciously tasty food I place a well-aimed kick in his stomach, hard enough to knock the wind from him. He lets go, and I spit it out. "For the last time, no." I say quietly, looking him in the eye.
He shoves something else in my mouth and holds it shut again, this time with the queen and rust bucket grabbing my feet. He moves my mouth so I'm forced to chew the delicious most-likely poison. Much-better tasting than dragon jerky, though bad stuff usually tastes the best. The princess strokes my costumes throat in such a way that I'm forced to swallow. (A/N: You really can make someone swallow by stroking their throat a certain way.)
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" He asks me, letting go, as do the queen and rusty knight.
I turn to the side and try to stick my finger down my throat, but he grabs my hands. "Stop that." He orders me. I continue to struggle.
The queen responds by shoving another bite down my throat. "Hold still," She orders me while I twist around, trying to get my head away from her hands. "You're acting like its poison."
"Mmmph-plis" I manage to choke out before she manages to get her hands firmly around my jaw. The dragon knight and rust bucket hold my legs. The princess keeps my head still while the queen forces me to chew and swallow the deliciously tasting bundle of harmful chemicals.
"Stop fussing." She orders me, breaking off another piece that from something that looks as though the other pieces came from it too. I lock my jaw, trying to keep it closed. The defect pries it open for her to get another piece in, then slams it shut. I continue to try not to eat, to get my mouth open and spit out the mind-controlling nutrients. I manage to get a hand free to punch; a spare knight grabs it and is thrown off as I swing it wildly. Three grab it at once and manage to keep it still. I'm forced to chew and swallow again. This continues another horrifying five times before-
"Done!" Calls out the queen. They all let me go and I slump, tired, to the ground. "That wasn't so horrible, was it?"
I try to get my hands to my mouth again, to force myself to throw up. The king and queen grab my hands. "Let's go," Orders the king, and a few minutes later, despite my wild protests, we march off, them holding my hands. I try and wrench my hands out of their iron grips without success, and march along very unhappily. After about an hour a majority of the stuff is digested so I give up, marching along meekly. Shortly after they let go of my hands and walk along ahead of me, talking in low tones. I currently expect to fall dead or turn into a brainwashed-robot at any moment. Mainly because I have no idea when my birthday REALLY is, so I could be ten, and supposedly it can occur in a ten-year-old.
The sun is halfway down the sky now, almost to the setting point. Suddenly we enter a meadow. The knights set down the packs I only just noticed they're carrying and begin to set up tents from them.
I sit down sullenly, wondering if I should make a run for it now or later. My thoughts are stopped by a tugging on my chain. While I was occupied with my thoughts the queen of belated discoveries had tied my chain securely around a tree and was trying to get my attention. Seeing I'm looking at her, she makes a 'come here' motion with her hands. I shake my head, reassured that my tenth birthday hasn't come yet. She yanks on the chain, making me slide over some hard ground, tearing up grass and scattering pine needles. She picks up more of the chain. "Last chance," She calls out, and I look down, nearly fainting when I discover: My costume leg is caught on a sharp rock. If she pulls, it'll result in a long tear, blowing my cover. If I stand up without going extremely slow and being careful, which she most likely won't give me time to do, It'll rip deeper, blowing my cover just as effectively. I look at her, and make my choice.
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Heeheehee. A chapter that's a bit longer than usual, humorous, and ends in suspense.
Chris who refuses to say much? Could you at least tell me if you HAVE a fanfiction name, as I want to see something from someone with such good taste.
LeopardDance, no, your reviews are NOT dog-eared. On books/reviews/stories I like, if I see a dog-ear I try to smooth it out. I tape rips, give them special bookshelf places. . . but if I like it and don't read it often, careless things happen. (see book that fell under deck right before rainstorm. Deck made out of boards.)
Oh, and to all read/reviewers? Just to let you know, I'm going to camp for a week on Monday (NO INTERNET!!!) and, while they have computers, I'll be too busy at Summer Youth Music School (SYMS) to write. My trombone is going to get a LOT of exercise. This would've been up sooner, but 2 sore arms from Tetanus and Hepatitis B shots limited computer time (my aching arms).
REVIEW FOR HEAVENS SAKE REVIEW, I'M TIRED OF ONLY GETTING ABOUT FOUR PER CHAPTER, REVIEW ALREADY, TELL ME SOMETHING GOOD, GIVE ME AN IMPROVEMENT POSIBILITY, CALL ME A COMPLETE MENTAL CATASTROPHE, INSIST I SHOULDN'T HAVE ACCESS TO A KEYBOARD, PRESENT ME WITH A DIAMOND RING AND ASK TO MARRY THE CREATOR OF THIS STORY, JUST WRITE SOMETHING ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
