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Chapter #4
I woke up after a fitful sleep full of dreams filled with my charges. It had taken a while to lock them all up but once I had the house had quieted down except for Eponine singing about being alone.
Cotton balls wedged into my ears had blocked the noise partially so I could sleep. Unfortunately no one else had had cotton balls and were now pissed at Eponine. All of them, except Aragorn and Arwen who were saying good morning to each other and oblivious to everything else, had cornered Eponine. She responded by beginning to sing. The tension in the room snapped.
"You are under arrest," Javert yelled/sang, "for attempted murder through singing."
"Let's just kill her," Achilles suggested to loud applause.
"No," Harry Potter jumped forward, "I will save her!"
"But she drove you as insane as the rest of us," sang Enjoras, "so why protect her?"
"Umm, I, I'm not sure- I, umm…" Harry clearly didn't know what to do, "I can't stand this!" He shouted and ran out of the room screaming.
"Everybody calm down," I said hating myself for joining the madness, "let's all have breakfast and then we'll decide what to do."
"I'll make breakfast!" Eponine offered running away from her murderous companions and into the kitchen.
"We can't let her make our meal," Hector told the others in a panicked voice, "she'll probably poison us."
"Poison," muttered Denethor who began to rant, "a good idea. I'm already poisoned. Let her!"
"No," Theoden argued, "death in a great battle is the only way to go!"
"You speak with wisdom," sang Enjoras in an operatic voice that no one would have guessed him capable of, "poison is the end of cowards and, falling in a- HORRIBLE- BATTLE- IS- " But the end of his song was missed as everyone else was already running for the kitchen.
Right after breakfast I took the group out to try some go-kart racing. From the get go I knew it wouldn't be fun.
I should have known that it would turn out bad, but apparently I'm not the brightest bulb in the bunch so I took them out anyway.
The first problem arose when they all began fighting amongst themselves over who would have what color car. All of them wanted red, Enjoras even had a song to sing in it's honor. Thus the battle began, each character vowing to drive the red car. I decided that if they couldn't decide I would have the red car taken away and no one could have it.
That's when they started fighting over the blue car.
In the end we had to play rock paper scissors shoot. Of course it took them all a while to understand that the game was not played with actual rocks and scissors. Then Achilles decided the game should also include swords so I had to confiscate his. But once that was cleared up everything went on well.
Until they started to race. Then I realized what hell really was and was very glad I hadn't ended up there.
In case you are wondering hell is being chased around a circular racetrack over and over again by ten deranged, suicidal maniacs.
All right nine deranged, suicidal maniacs. Aragorn and Arwen were sharing a car. Eponine had also wanted to share a car because she couldn't stand being alone but no one had been willing to share one with her.
And technically Harry Potter hadn't been trying to run me over. He'd been trying to save me by putting his green car in between the other cars and me. Luckily, (or unluckily), the other cars had managed to swerve around him.
Then Denethor, in his grey car, had decided to go full speed into a wall.
It was a good thing that I still had Achilles' sword. I used it to pop Denethor's tires and save him from perishing. He was, for some odd reason, upset.
It was then that Theoden, Hector, Aragorn, Achilles, Harry Potter, Eponine, and Arwen had decided to go do battle against the big cars. The ones driving on the real roads. The ones that were much, much larger then the puny little go-karts my charges were driving.
I could barely watch for fear one of them would die. Not that I would be sad but remember, if they were to die I wouldn't get any money for my troubles.
And that's how I found myself, for the second time, being kicked out of someplace because of my ten suicidal charges.
