" Morning." Stated anti-Cosmo yawning.
" GOOD MORNING!" shouted anti-Chelsea in his ear.
Anti-Cosmo stumbled backwards over a rucksack at her outburst.
" What the bloody hell are you screaming for!" he shouted back.
" Ever since the sun rose I have been trying to wake you up, bone head!" she said grabbing her bag and turning to walk away.
"Oh, that's nice…" mumbled anti-Cosmo still half asleep.
" Your not even listening to me, are you?"
" No." he briskly stated.
" Get your clothes on and march! We have to make the fifty miles before sunset. Then we can battle the ice dragon in a battle that no one shall ever forget. They will put our names down in stone! The two greatest dragon slayers ever! Then we'll…" she stopped suddenly when she realized she no longer had an audience.
"HEY, BONE HEAD! WAKE UP!" she shouted in his ear startling him awake again.
" If I am about to march to my death! I should at least be able to SLEEP IN!" he shouted.
" You sleep like rock," she said, more of a statement then an insult.
Moaning, anti-Cosmo got up. He grabbed his sack and pulled out some measly scraps of food.
" 'Till death do us die!" shouted anti-Chelsea as the continued their journey.
" Why aren't you sane?" mused anti-Cosmo.
" Why should I be?"
Anti-Cosmo just sighed and walked on.
" Don't look now, but I think we have company." Whispered anti-Cosmo.
Anti-Chelsea spun around to see who was following.
"I said don't look!" hissed anti-Cosmo.
" If someone's followin' us, I want to know who." She whispered.
Not too far behind them was a group of six. Five tall rugged men and an eleven-year-old boy, they rode upon great chestnut-brown horses.
Anti-Cosmo recognized them as none other then the red brothers. Their evil grins told him that they didn't come just to have a chat…
"Who are they?" asked anti-Chelsea, completely oblivious to the danger.
" It's the red brothers. They take women and-"
"I think it's high time we run!" she shouted as the horse's hooves pounded ever nearer.
" Run where?! Were in the middle of a bloody field!"
" Then the question is not where, but which way."
" Shut up and run!" anti-Cosmo yelled.
" Best piece of advice I've ever received in my life!" stated anti-Chelsea running behind anti-Cosmo.
Anti-Chelsea felt a hand grab her and lift her off the ground as another horse rode by and a man grabbed anti-Cosmo.
After much struggling, biting, cursing and pain, the red brothers finally came to a halt. Where they promptly tied anti-Cosmo and anti-Chelsea up.
" Now," stated the leader of the group. " What would your names' be?"
" Cos- Conroy. Conroy Streams." Anti-Cosmo stated, using a false name.
" And you?" he asked anti-Chelsea.
"Fox. Fox Icecherry." She said.
Anti-Cosmo slapped himself mentally.
" Looks like we be havin' two more slaves, it does!" stated the leader. " yous' be callin' me Richard. The leader of the red brothers!"
" I'd rather not." Stated anti-Chelsea/fox Icecherry.
" Too bad, little lady. We own yah now, we do!"
He lifted the two up with little difficulty and tossed them into a harsh wagon that pulled up. Along with the wagon several more members of the red brothers came.
" Boy we've done it!" whispered anti-Chelsea/fox Icecherry.
" I'll say!" whispered anti-Cosmo back.
"We haven't even reached the layer of the dragon and were already in trouble. And for nothing to boot!" complained anti-Chelsea. " Wonder where they're takin' us?"
" They will probably sell us to the next guy who has a cent! We need a plan for escape!" whispered anti-Cosmo as the wagon took off with a start.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
" Oh, I hate wagons…" said anti-Chelsea after the fifth thump almost made them hit the covering of the wagon.
" Where were going cannot be worse then this bloody cart!"
" Well," thump! "We have to do something" thump! " To pass the time." Thump!
" Ninety-nine bottles" thump! " Of scotch on the wall!" Thump! " Take one down pass it" thump! "Around! Ninety-nine bottles of scotch on" Thump! " The wall!"
" shuddup! Yelled the angry cart driver.
"Anti-Chelsea, I don't think were alone." Whispered anti-Cosmo.
" wha?" she asked, as she turned around.
She stared at the twenty some other children in the ragged cart.
" How come we didn't notice them before?" Asked anti-Chelsea.
One of the boys got up and came closer to them. He was dressed in frayed clothing and a deerskin hat, Shivering from the cold all the way.
" 'ello, whose two you be? Meh names Kevin Stone." He said.
"My names Fox Icecherry!" said anti-Chelsea. " And this is my friend, Conroy streams!"
" Nice to meet you, Kevin. Do you happen to know where the heck they are taking us?"
" Ay, I do! By Jove! I wish I didn't! See here now, I've been a slave to 'em for years. The feed us little and theys always takin' us ta dreadful places! But of late, many a' kid has died from the sudden freeze. Ain't meny left any more. That's whys theys captured ya. Theys be needen' new slaves to work an' sell. They're takin' us back to the hide out now. By Jove! Be careful!"
The red brothers shoved the children out one at a time and chained them together at the ankle. They directed children to the small rickety shacks on the other side of camp. Most of the kids were bare foot and hardly had any clothes.
" It's ya new sleepin' place," said Richard to anti-Cosmo and anti-Chelsea. " Get used ta it!" he said shoving them in.
" You know, this is your falt." Stated anti-Chelsea.
" How the hell is it my falt!?"
" Because I want it too be."
People might have noticed that I changed the rating. Ya, I decided against making this rated R, so my friend can read this. She isn't allowed onto the R section. So its pg-13 now! please R&R!