Please don't kill me! I'm so sorry about how long I haven't updated. But now, finally, the 6th chapter is here!
I'm sick. I mean, I'm REALLY sick. I've been stuck in bed for 24 hours now, and I've been puking up green stuff. At least I don't have the Krad-virus as bad as Dark does. I saw BLUE stuff coming out of his mouth a few minutes ago. But, we share the same mouth, so...
Oh, yes, the Krad-virus. Remember The Dark Moon Dances? Dark went to steal it, remember? Well, Krad met us there, and, cackling evily, he told us,
"See the glass bottle over there? Touch the painting...and that bottle will break...spilling microscopic biomass all over you."
Dark scratched his head. "Spilling whatamijiggy? Muck a scoop of big ass? That doesn't make sense! But, well Krad, hate to break it to you, buddy, but you do have a big butt." Dark smirked.
Krad slowly turned beet red. "How do you know?"
"I've seen it, duh...oh, sorry Daisuke, excuse me for my dirty mindedness."
I brushed it off, too freaked out by the microscopic biomass. It sounded really fancy and mad scientist-like. Of course, I wouldn't be too surprised if Krad's hobby turned out to be acting like a mad scientist and trying to construct Frankensteins.
Krad jumped up and flew about 50 feet into the air. "Dark, for your simple mind, that bottle contains germs."
"Yeah, whatever. What matters is that I'm going to steal the painting! So there."
Typical of Dark. I warily watched him reach out and lightly touch the painting's rim. Nothing happened. He slowly spread his fingers out, so that his wholepalm rested flat on the frame. Nothing happened. He edged his hand closer and closer to the actual painting, then with a sudden movement, grabbed the painting, pulling it off the wall. Alarms went off, and policemen (and policewomen. Mostly women.) swarmed in. But Dark was already gone.
Behind the musuem, Dark preened and inspected himself and the painting. There was nothing out of the ordinary.
"Um, Krad, the scoop of ass didn't work." he said suddenly. I turned my invisible eye around, surprised. I hadn't even seen Krad, who was slowly descending on his glowing, white wings. He brushed a golden strand of hair from his eyes, and acted surprised.
He golden eyes widened. "Why, but Dark! Didn't Iwarn you? I thought I did, but," he spread his hands out, palms up. " I suppose it just slipped my mind. The bottle is specially sealed to pop open silently, so youwill notnotice. The biomass --- or germs --- inside is invisible, and attacks your immune system silently. Hm... you should start throwing up...right...about...now."
Dark gagged. Out from his mouth, a pink liquid spewed out...all over Krad. Poor guy.He smelled really bad, too.