R4994W: Well I see my little pep talk didn't inspire anyone. You all have forced me to do this. I won't update another chapter until I get at least five reviews. It's pathetic that I only have one review out of forty-seven hits. I really need reviews. They give me the urge to write more.
Tiger: maybe they don't review because they don't want you to write any more because you SUCK!
R4994W: TIGER! (chases tiger all throughout the house)
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Chapter 8 Taken
By the time I got back to my house, I was tired Goldie was tired, and the kitten was tired.
I dismounted and unsaddled Goldie. I lead her into the stall and she bedded down.
"Meow." I pulled out the kitten. Fluff came over and sniffed her. She looked a lot skinnier. Wait, Fluff had her kittens. But where are they?
"Hey Fluff. Where are your kittens?"
As she walked off I noticed that she took the kitten away from me.
I followed her to a haystack far in a corner. There were four little gray kittens, one white one and the little tabby I found. Good thing she had her kittens today or the kitten would by dead.
I walked inside my house and looked at the clock. 2:59 a.m.! "Holy St!" I yelled in shock. I had been at the building way to long. I wonder if Mike worried about me.
"Rose? Is that you?" Mike walked out of his bedroom. He looked up and started to laugh.
What is he laughing at? I got so frustrated that I went over and punched him on the shoulder.
"OW! What was that- hahahahaha?" He got choked off by laughter.
"Stop laughing. What are you laughing any way?"
"I think you might want to go look in the mirror. Did you and the captain have a little wrestle?"
"His name is Matt. And NO!" Well maybe, but I wasn't going to tell him now. Just like I wasn't going to tell him about the hug or the necklace.
I rushed over to the mirror and looked in. I had a huge, black nose. "So that's where he hit me. That's odd I don't feel any pain." And as if on cue, the pain went surging through my nose. "OW, and there's the pain."
"He hit you? How dare he! Oh I'm going to beat the crap out of him!" His face was red with furry and rage.
"NO! It's my fault. I… I punched him first. It's my fault. Don't hurt him." I suddenly realized what I said.
"Why are you sticking up for him?"
"I just… uh…don't want you to get hurt by the military. Just drop it okay. I'm tired. I'm going to bed."
I walked into my room and collapsed into my mo bed, not even changing my dirty, bloody clothes.
I slept for only four hours before I heard a crash outside my window. I walked out of the house thinking it was just an opossum.
When I got out there, there wasn't anything there. "That's strange. I wonder what that was." I was confused and hungry. I looked at my self in the water of a mud puddle. I looked like crap. My hair was tangled, I still had that bruise, my clothes were bloody, and I smelled like charcoal. Yuck.
I went back inside and took a shower. It felt good to be clean. After that I got some clothes on and started to cook breakfast.
I lit the gas stove. I walked out the icehouse to get the eggs. (Remember, we don't have electricity for a fridge.)
As I walked out of the house, there was an eerie fog that came up to my knees. I reached the icehouse and pulled out two eggs from their cartons. I walked back to the house and started the cook the eggs.
I also cooked bacon. I made two sandwiches. I ate one and let the other on the table. Mike will surly find it. When it comes to food, Mike could sniff it out from a mile away.
I went out to the stables and fed Silver and Goldie. I made a low-pitched whistle and Midnight and Shadow came trotting up happily. I fed them and decided to take Goldie on a morning trot. It was a perfect time for it, except for that weird fog.
I mounted her bareback. I felt like I should have put a saddle on her but I didn't.
Goldie and I walked through the little walk throughout the timber. The fog was now up to Goldie's stomach.
There was a rustling and it startled Goldie a bit.
"It's okay, just some little critter in the leaves." I told Goldie in a soothing voice as I stroked her neck.
The rustling came back, but louder. Goldie moved back and forth fidgetly. A loud screech came from under the fog. Goldie reared up on her hind legs and threw me backwards since there was no saddle.
I flew back and hit the ground, hard on my head. I couldn't feel anything but my body going numb. I had enough energy to roll over, only now I was on my stomach. I felt my head being pulled up by my hair.
I looked up and saw a woman with long, greenish hair snickering at me. There was one fore thing. She had a strange mark on her shoulder.
"What is that-" I asked weakly.
"Shut up!" She hit me over the head. I winced in pain and then passed out.
R4994W: You all have forced me to do this. I won't update another chapter until I get at least five reviews. It's pathetic that I only have one review out of forty-seven hits. I really need reviews. They give me the urge to write more. Please R'nR!