Chapter 10
A/N: Okay, well, I just posted chapter 1-8 yesterday so I don't expect a great bravado, but I do hope everyone's enjoying it. I know it's a little shaky, but gimme a break. Lol. I just started retyping these out after a long while of not writing them. I just finished my sophomore year of highschool and I wrote all of Truth in 8th grade and Suicide Seaside at the end of 8th and during that summer vacation, and Epitaph I started my freshman year. So I'm working as best I can between all my other activities to get these up and finished. I hope that I'll have everything done by the end of summer as far as getting caught up and online.
Thanks for everyone's patience with me.
"Can I go home now? Can I go home now?" Alex had repeated all night and the following morning to her captors. It was all she could do to keep from gnawing her arms off. She and Dom had been placed in separate rooms so that no scheming could be done by the two little devils.
She had noticed the wrinkle in Scheldich's forehead when she'd asked him. It was the 1,437th time she had asked since the previous night. It was getting to him, she could tell. It was a specialty, a good skill, annoyance to the maximum guarantee left alone, set free, or killed. The first two more preferable than the latter, but better than stranded in a dress. Death was better than the stupid dress clothes that she was forced into wearing for the mission and was now trapped in for the remainder of her stay here. 'Poor Dom,' she thought of her friend who was wearing a dress.
"Perhaps I should let Farfarello play with you for a bit, " Scheldich said, hoping to scare her into silence.
"Can I go home now?" Alex asked. 1,438.
Scheldich groaned that thoroughly annoyed groan and went to fetch Farfarello.
'Dom,' Alex called.
'Yeah?' came the wished reply.
'One thousand four hundred and thirty-eight.'
'He broke?'
'Yep.' She giggled. 'Halo Two here I come.'
'Shut up. How'd you know that would be the exact number, anyway?'
'Cause he thought it would.'
'That's cheating!'
'Deal's a deal.'
'Shut up.'
'Why?'
Blankness took over her mind as Dom channeled away from her. It left that long staticky buzzing pause behind. 'Oh, well.' She thought, 'Now how to entertain myself?' She glanced around the room. Scheldich had tied her arms to beam in some sort of pantry. 'At least there's food,' she thought. Making sure that no one was around she kicked out a leg from her Indian style seating and attempted to knock the jar of peanut butter and jelly onto the floor. When the jar landed she scooted it with her foot into her lap. Then she rolled the jar up the beam until she could grasp it in her hands.
Pushing herself up onto her knees, she opened the jar. Sticking a finger into the mixture to scoop out the PB&J blend. She hugged the wooden beam so that she could eat he favored treat.
"What are you doing?" asked a familiar voice.
Alex turned a surprised and embarrassed face towards the silver haired enemy. She removed her PB&J, drool-smeared finger from her mouth. With a jerk of her wrists she tossed the jar behind her where she could read it later.
"you could have asked for a spoon. We're holding you hostage, not starving you to death." He smiled, but the gesture was slightly to malicious for Alex's tastes.
A/N: Okay, so that was a cute little chapter for everyone. My friend, whose alter ego is Alex, enjoyed the little scene. Heh heh. It was a joke that seemed to fit in perfectly with the humor part of the story. Well, enjoy, review, and reread as many times as you'd like.