Disclaimer: I don't own dragonkights, or any of the other characters I use, except for me, I think I own me, don't I? Or is that just an illusion that I suffer from...? Maybe we are all being controlled by beings from another world, that have replaced our socks with mind controlling devices that only Look like our socks... hhhhmmmmmm...Just kidding...
Alfeegi was walking along a regular corridor in the dragon castle muddling through how to get Thatz out of the castle long enough to clean his room. As the blond dragon officer paced up and down the deserted hall his mind started to wonder off to wondering where that annoying girl who kept following him around was. Then, he stopped dead in his tracks. He stood staring at the floor opposite him oblivious to the frantic Kai-stern behind him transporting his vodka stores from the room behind Alfeegi to his new secret hiding space under the floor of Rune's room. There next to the baseboard, was a red stain, which seemed to be spreading as he watched. "Blood...?" He whispered to himself, his voice strained as panic began to take control. "But... Blood is so hard to clean..." his voice began to rise "you can scrub it all day... but it won't come out..." Still muttering his pacing resumed faster, and faster, until the floor beneath him began to smoke. His heart began to beat faster, and faster, and faster...
Kai-stern stared at the smoking figure of Alfeegi on the floor, foaming at the mouth. "I didn't do it", he muttered to no one in particular "This occasion warrants a drink I think". Pulling a spare bottle from his stash he downed it in a gulp, then realizing how guilty he might look he took off down the hall again, running for his life.
Rune was walking down a deserted corridor on his way to his day job, and this was the most straight forward route, usually... as he reached a spot somewhere near the middle of the hall, he found a huge crowd gathered. When they saw him approaching everyone fell silent, avoiding his eyes. What the hell was going on? He didn't like crowds that much so, he kept walking. As he passed he saw a red chalk outline on the floor, and some smoking, scorched looking scuff marks on the floor. Now, really confused he decided to take a little detour on his way to the flower shop.
The flower shop was very busy today, and Rune had a hard time pushing his way to the back to check in for the 4 o'clock shift. It seemed that everyone was here today. Pushing through the crowd he even though, in a stroke of madness, that Thatz was here spending his carefully horded money on a bouquet of flowers. Rune shook his head before tying his long hair back into a semblance of a ponytail. I really must be shorter on sleep than I thought.
It was almost midnight before Rune got off work. He stumbled into the dragon castle's courtyard almost dizzy with exhaustion. Upon entering the front gate, he found half the police officers in the castle surrounding a drunk and slightly bedazzled looking Kai-stern and an even more confused looking Runwalk. Rune put this odd scene in the back of his mind, I really need those couple of hours of sleep that I can fit in before lessons tomorrow... man I really need a good nights rest...
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In the other castle (the demon one in case you forgot) a certain demon lord was just waking up. "Man I feel awful", moaned the very bedraggled demon lord. Between the pounding feeling in his ankle, the fiery burning sensation from his many cuts, and his head, which felt like it was going to split in two, he really didn't want to get up. He was almost asleep again when a small, fuzzy, blue face stuck itself up next to his own, which needless to say, scared the crap out of him. He jumped backwards in order to distance himself from the fuzzy object. But, being on a bed and injured it didn't quite work out as he had hoped. Instead Nadil only managed to scoot over about a foot before becoming hopelessly entangled in the bed sheets. Thus entangled he lost his none to wondrous balance and fell off the bed with a large Crash, glimpsing for just a moment during the fall, the fuzzy thing, before he was knocked sense-less from hitting the floor so hard. From the bed a blue sacred looked down at the drooling demon lord tangled hopelessly in a huge amassment of blankets. sweatdrop is he really an evil demon lord? Then, a loud knock came from the door banging all twenty five locks, dead bolts, and various pad locks around.
"LORD NADIL", came a shrieking voice from the other side "loooooooooooo ooorrrrrrrrrrrddddddddd Naddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Shyrendora screamed at her lord through the door. "Are you in there? Where are you!" The knocking stopped and, within a second, another horrific scream started,
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhggggggggggggg!"
The whole castle came running to Nadil's door. "What's wrong Dori!" Shydeman screamed back at his sister, over her continuous wail. "sniff...I...sniff...broke...sniff... a...sniff...nail...sniff" Shydeman looked very aggrieved ... sweatdrop ..."Okay, okay everyone, false alarm... you can all go back to whatever you were doing...sigh"
"What do you MEAN? False alarm? I BROKE A NAIL! IT'S AN EMERGANCY!" Shyrendora screeched back, her face turning an amazing shade of maroon.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhggggggggggggg!" this time it was Shydeman, who was now running for his life with a crazed Shyrendora charging after him swinging around a giant, razor-sharp q-tip.
Back in his room a dazed Nadil tried to sit up, still wrapped up in his blankets to the extent of them being a straight jacket. So, he laid there staring at his black ceiling decorated with those glow-in-the-dark stars, until his view was suddenly filled with the reflective surface of a mirror that was reflecting a face besides his own. He would have screamed if not for the duct tape that had magically pasted itself to his mouth. In the corner a little sacred was discreetly kicking a roll of said tape into the closet. The face in the mirror was mostly in shadows, so only the eyes could be distinctly seen.
"So, lord Nadil, you want to run away Huh?"
nods head
"You sure 'bout that?"
nods head again
"Positive?"
nods head faster
"Really? Totally and completely sure?"
franticly nods head Nadil was starting to feel light headed (but that might have been caused by the duct tape over is mouth and his nose).
"Okay, I'll trust you for now..." leaves threat hanging...
teary eyes
Sweatdrop
"Fine, but before we can help you, you've got to help yourself. First, about that hair..."
Nadil faints
sweatdrop x 2
Thank you for reading chapter two, I hope this one was funnier... I was trying really hard. puppy dog eyes please keep reading! I'm updating as fast as I can to try and keep you interested. Please R&R thanks.
p.s. this one was longer too.
(a/n) one dragon down to go, can't tell you how many, that would ruin the fun.
