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A/N: No talking from me, just get on to the story folks enjoy!
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From the Inside Out
"Fuck!"
"Is that necessary?"
"Fuck!"
"Not you to Malchior," Rorek sighed and leaned against the cell wall, never daring to lean on the stronger-than-life barrier that held him in as well as Malchior and X who were placed at various placed in the hall that was the three's specific holding cells. Not able to see each other but easy to hear one another. X growled at the barrier, Malchior did the same, but had countless times tried to scrap at it and break the damned things, but his claws were suffering for it. The wizard opened his eyes when he heard the two shuffling, "what are you two thinking?"
"Way to get out." they both chimed at once.
Rorek sweat dropped then rolled his eyes and leaned close enough to the barrier to try and catch a peek of either the dragon or the thief, "Look, the best we can do is relax and sleep for the night, I mean you guys treat this as if we're going to be put on death row the next morning! Relax."
"Don't fucking tell me to relax alright," he heard X, closer to the exit shout, "this would be the second time I'm in a fucking ass cell, because of you freakazoids. Shit man, I'm better off in the damn streets than with anyone of you."
Malchior snarled, "X don't dare complain, because you're not charged for murder, just theft."
"Oh, and is that my goddamned fault? Sorry I don't look very much like daddy to take your place."
"Say that to my face!"
"I'm in a fucking cell genius, the best I can do is talk to the damn wall," X growled and sat on the bed that was hanging off the wall and lump. Not comfy at all, but hey, it was way better than the dungeon at Azalon, that place was nasty. At least here, he cannot only see light, but bittersweet irony allowed for him to have Malchior and Rorek to talk to. He'd never admit it, but he felt a bit safer knowing that they were with him, he was missing only one more person to make it feel like home, "Hey … where's Raven? Wouldn't have someone told her about us by now?"
Then … as if at the very mention of her name, the young sorceress entered through the large steel doors down the hall a top three steps closest to X, "You have Ten Minutes."
Came a gruff warningfrom the guard that stood by the door in watch, all three males in their cages got up from their posts to see her enter. X grinned, "Heh, right on cue sunshine."
"Shit …" she breathed and stopped in front of his cell first, her violet eyes shinning with worry as she eyed the barrier they put up for him. Frowning she reached to touch it, but stopped and pulled back, thinking better than to touch. She looked up at X's amber eyes and was glad to see the still with that mischievous gleam, yet felt his insecurity and slight fear, "… X … you went to steal the Amulets didn't you?'
His smile turned nervous as he chuckled and threw a hand over to the back of his head to rub it embarrassingly, "Uh … actually … it's not really called stealing when your mother gave permission to put our plan to action …"
"Yes and because of it she's now this close to heading towards the ICU," Raven growled her eyes tinting pink slightly as she bared her fangs, X leaned back his smile falling all together as an unfamiliar emotion came to him. Shame. He hardly – if ever in his life – felt ashame of anything … but now. Well … he may have not got to know his mother very much … but he knew what it was like to loose a parent. He didn't know what he'd do if he was held responsible for Raven to loose her only family left.
With a shake of her head, Raven gracefully left his sights to check on the next closest cell. Roreks's. Leaving X to look down at the ground in guilt. Guilt … he hated this emotion … it was the one that got him in more trouble than greed, or want. Annoying guilt really was. Shaking his head, X leaned it on the cold wall next to him trying not to bang it there constantly for feeling so crappy, Shit …
"Miss Raven," Rorek smile weakly when the sorceress came into view, but his smile dropped when she stared at him with that infamous cold expression of hers.
Calmly she ran her clawed hands through her dampened hair and sighed tiredly, "You helped him … didn't you."
It wasn't a question, it was a statement that much Rorek knew, but he treated it like a question anyway and answered with a nod, "Yes …"
"Did you even perceive that you'd end up in a jail cell if anything should go wrong?" Raven pushed and Rorek made sure to meet her eye for eye.
He knew what she was doing and he'd gladly take full blame for it because of the innocence that had gotten hurt because of his and X's recklessness. However … that's not how things went … he wasn't the only responsible, and he was sure Raven even though on the outside of the jail cell was beginning to feel the pressure weighed on her. She was associated with them … it would mean she would be labeled as an associate of their crimes or an accessory.
Either which, didn't look good.
He saw it all in her violet eyes, no matter how good she could hide her emotions with just a snap of the finger, Rorek shook his head, "I'm afraid not."
She huffed and left him in her wake, sitting back down on his bed he flopped back on it and stared at the ceiling, suddenly feeling awfully small. Very insignificant really, not very confident boosting and optimistic about being in a cell anymore. It felt like Raven had taken that away from him when her violet eyes left him … empty, cold, and weak, drained. Listening to her footsteps in the echoing dungeon, Rorek heard her stop … probably in front of Malchior's cage – er – cell.
When she stopped there, in front of him, Raven couldn't tell if her heart was breaking or if it was beating rapidly due to anger. He knew, she could see it in his dark black eyes, he knew that something was a miss as foul as this … but he never said a word! Even if he had a chance like back at the hall when she asked him if anything was wrong … he didn't say anything and the worst part was? She couldn't be mad at him for him it because she had the power to force the answer out of him to begin with and she never did!
No.
She just had to trust him that one time and now look where it got him.
Wait … that was the wrong way to word it, she trusted him with her life now that she knew how much she loved him … but what she meant was … she should have counted on the fact that he'd still be a guy. A guy that thought he could make everything in her life okay, that didn't want to worry her, and protected her from the terrible things in the world. She didn't need another defender because she can quite frankly protect herself well enough … what she didn't like was Malchior thinking she couldn't handle the fact that Ellris was going to set him up.
He stood before her, the barrier thin enough to make it seem like it wasn't there at all. teasingly keeping distance between them ... it was heart wrenching really, even if neither wished to show it. With her staring up at him in concern and him staring down at her in anxiety Raven sighed and looked off to the guard that was still keeping time for her stay in the dungeon. Back up to Malchior to cleared her throat with a tiny cough and frowned, "Why didn't you tell me Ellris was framing you?"
"What?" X voice was heard echoing in the hall, "Malchior? You knew Ellris was planning this?"
Malchior growled, "No, I didn't know he was planning this specifically … I just knew he was planning something similar to it … he's done it before."
"With whom?" Rorek questioned.
Raven answered instead of Malchior, "… the Queen of Elves … am I right?"
Malchior couldn't hold her gaze but nodded in answer, "Yeah …"
"Hold on!" X touched the barrier on accident and cursed when it shocked him, "Ow! Fuck that hurt! What has this got to do with Azalon? AGAIN?"
"Everything," Malchior sighed and closed his eyes, leaning his back on the wall feeling Raven's gaze boring gaping holes into his soul as he explained, "it was the reason why the Prince was killed in the first place … Ellris's little experiment plot that went on for a thousand years. Islasmursa was Ellris's emotional puppet; he manipulated her emotions and frustrations and had her plan her own son's assassination. All he had to do was be the devil on the shoulders … but the queen was her own unbecoming she was the one that summoned Ellris to her courts … his escape from hell to come and mess up my life before he even thought of helping the elfin queen. Then … when he knew he couldn't get his throne back, he decided to make a new one. He would eradicate all trace of the elfin empire, but have it destroy itself. It was working obviously, until we came along and put a stop to that little plan … however now all seems hopeless, we couldn't even get a power jewel to Azalon to keep it alive."
"Even then Malchior," Raven challenged, "You had the power to stop Ellris, you knew what he was doing, you were in close enough contact with him because you were still connected to Sun'shane back then, am I wrong?"
"If I went against him then, the only thing I would be accomplishing is getting myself killed," Malchior shot back with a glare, "not a very pleasant plan for someone that could careless about being a valiant savior, my dear."
Raven sneered, "Don't give me that."
"Times up!" up to the guard, Raven cursed to herself quietly and Malchior chilled, was this how he was going to have Raven leave him in this cell?
"Raven … look, I'm –" she interrupted him with a flick of her cloak that she decided was a good time to wear for the night.
"I'll see what I can do to try and get this fixed," pulling up her hood she looked back to all three pairs of eyes in the room, but lingered on Malchior sadly, "see you all tomorrow."
With the slid of the door the three guys she had come to know and love – one more then the other two especially – were left in the dark. To either think, or go to sleep, Rorek chose to sleep, leaving Malchior and X to stay up and think for different reasons, one because he was just an insomniac and the other because he was nocturnal. There was little else to explain why their eyes shinned amber and black metallic in the middle of the dark.
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Outside the dungeon, Raven sighed and growled deeply in frustration, balling her hands in fists and feeling her claws threateningly piercing her skin. Raven controlled her frustration when she felt him approaching, Miles, the Prince friend of old that had come to her rescue when she requested to see the three. Granted it was unforeseen, and unexpected for Miles to be there when she least thought he would show.
Raven gulped down her growl and smiled gratefully at the Prince that walked down the hall towards her with three guards flanking him in precaution. His roguish smile still his own and as carefree as ever, she did little to stop herself when she wrapped her arms around his neck. Taking him in a tight hug, she felt him return it fully as she whispered her thanks to him, "Really Miles, you've done so much for me. Thank you so much, and I mean that."
"Yes, I know Raenell," Miles pulled away and kissed her forehead; Raven had no problem with the open show of affection. It was just the way they shared how much they were grateful for one another. His blood-red eyes softer than his siblings and held far more respect and kindness in them than Reign and Gwen pieced together. He cupped her face and noticed sadly her eyes were watering over with tears, "you don't have to thank me, or repay me, but if you must. Just don't dare cry in my presences."
Raven gulped … how come she hadn't noticed it before?
Her vision really had blurred over in tears … but why?
Why was she crying? She knew Malchior, Rorek, and Kenneth would be fine … so why was she crying? Because … she answered herself sadly, … because you know you have no power in government or law to save them in Azarath if things should go wrong! … Plus … the fact that I'm mated to Malchior … a dragon … doesn't help much …
His statement was meant to be a joke, though Miles' smile fell when Raven bowed her head in shame and shook it then walked around and away from him, "I have to get to the bottom of this. Where's Francesca? Miles?"
"The nightstalker? She's waiting outside for you … but … Raenell," gently, Miles weaved his fingers around her upper arm, pulling her as softly as he could back to him before she took another step away from him. Raven stopped and turned to look over her shoulder to the Prince that looked upon her pleadingly, "Raenell, are you well? You seem … so distant. I mean, I know your friends are being accused of crimes that they might not have done … but … there isn't anything you want to talk about is there?"
Raven sighed and pulled herself away from Miles, "I'm fine Miles, really, I am … just … just tired is all … yeah."
Miles raised a brow and followed after her, the three guards that flanked him followed as well without question in silence, "Raenell, being tired hardly explains why you've suddenly paled more so than you are now, turned green at the very sight of blood, and seem faint with every breath and step you take."
"You know what Miles," turning around and pinning Miles with one of her infamous dagger death glares, Miles cleared his throat nervously and actually took a step back from her heated stare. Especially with it now slit and slanted more so than ever before, it gave her that much needed edge for that extra scare, "the last time I checked, you're a Prince. Not a doctor. I'm fine in the health department, you don't have to worry about me there, just … if you feel up to it, help me get my friends and my mate out of those cells!"
"Raenell," hands on her shoulder and his eye at her level he smiled reassuringly, "I will, I'll try. I'm just worried about you is all."
Raven snorted and turned away, but looked over her shoulder with a small-amused smile, "Something's just never change."
"I'll say," both Raven and Miles looked up, their smiles dropping when the scowl of Gwen's perfect face, bouncy wavy dark blood-red hair, and glaring blood-red eyes bore down on Raven, "Raenell, I see you're the cause of all this chaos, not surprising a demon bitch as yourself would be behind this."
"Watch your tongue Gwen," Miles, though younger than Gwen warned, Raven's eyes flashed a deadly scarlet for a split second, but subsided when she realized she was letting her emotions get the better of her. "Raenell is still two classes above you, so respect your betters."
Gwen sneered in disgust, "She? Two classes above me? Not any more! She rutted with a dragon without consent of the 13 Monks, which are now all dead because of her damned pet and accursed friends!"
Raven snarled furiously, causing Gwen to jump startled at such an inhuman sound and gasp in shock when she found her claws wrapped around her neck and lifted up off the ground with sheer power alone. Miles gasped and stepped back holding up his hand to stop the guards that brandished their weapons to stop the half-demon, "Raenell! For the sake of your own freedom release her!"
Still snarling, her eyes covered by the bangs that covered over her scarlet eyes, Raven bowed her head and with all her might she released Gwen and watched with some amusement as the Azarian dropped to the ground with not even the dignity to pick herself back up. Raven could just smell the fear coming off her in waves and it aggravated her demon blood to no end, bending over and never listening to her pleads, Raven grabbed her collar and dragged her down the hall. Away from the guards then lifted the girl up off the ground once more, but slammed her against the wall and held her there.
Making sure to have Gwen look her dead in her bleeding glowing red eyes, and see the deadly claws that could easily rip through flesh just as Malchior supposedly ripped through the 13 Monks'. Raven growled, and hissed, "I DARE you to open your mouth now Gwen … call me what you will, but once you start to dishonor my family and mate with your foul tongue than it's cause for some action on my part. As for my title? You can have it, just stay out of my face."
Menacingly, Raven snarled and threw Gwen to the ground and with a flick of her cloak, pulling the hood up, Raven stormed out of the dungeon. Leaving Gwen to glare at the ground and ball her hand into a fist and slammed it on the ground. Getting up she glared at the guards then shot her glare at her disappointed brother, "How could you just stand there and not help your own flesh and blood!"
"Simple sister," Miles scowled and walked right passed her as if she was one of the lower servants he shouldn't concern himself with, "you deserved it. Why are you even down here to begin with?"
"To retrieve you from that demon before she corrupts your head," Gwen spat back with much venom it could have poisoned her very brother as he met her glare for glare, however hers turned mockingly as she sneered and pushed passed him to get to the exit before him. Which, if this were any normal meeting, would have been very rude and disrespectful to the Prince, after all, Gwen had given her title away to become a priestess, she was considered one of his servants and to act like this around him? It was disgraceful, "Though now I'm lead to believe she had long since got to your head … the little hussy, clever in her own demented way. Well, she's not getting away with this crime, not even if you defend her this time Miles. I promise you that!"
Miles frowned, "Do what you see fit Gwen, you're hardly considered a threat to Raenell and you know it."
Gwen allowed her sneer to turn in a smirk and a chuckle when she looked back to her brother, "Oh? Don't be so sure brother, because you still have Reign to deal with."
Reign … damn! Obviously his frustrations must have been seen evidently on his face because Gwen's amusement grew as she exited the dungeon, leaving Miles to shake his head and wave the guards off to stand somewhere else besides him. Growling in annoyance Miles marched back to his room; tomorrow was the supposed "trial" though Miles was pretty sure it would just be a sentencing.
There were witnesses, surveillance cameras and the fact that the Northeastern Lands was a pure massacre under the suspicion that Malchior had done that to! Though … that, was at least a case to fight because the 13 Monks had actually sent him there to begin with, but Raenell was there to fight for him that it was really self-defense. That was at least a good chance for the dragon … however … truth be told. All evidence and people – Reign and Gwen in this case – were against the dragon … hell even that plain fact – Malchior being a dragon – wasn't going to help him!
It was no surprise that dragons were naturally born with a bloodlust and feeling remorse for killing others was never there to begin with. Nope, a lot of things were going against Malchior … and the reason why Malchior was bring up the most concern was because he would have to be sentence to immediate death if any of his accusations were true … and so far … a whole lot of them were coming up to be precisely on the mark.
Miles was on Raven's side, so he was on Malchior's side to try and save his life … however, Gwen was right about Reign – even if she didn't really say anything about him – her suggestive tone was right. Reign … his stuck up brother would never side with him to give the dragon a second chance or even a chance to prove himself. So much at stake and the King and Queen were still trapped on Manona, with the High Priestess still missing. This … this will be the straw that breaks the people of Azarath's backs.
Panic will ensure …
Chaos will erupt …
And then it would become too much for Reign or Miles to handle … at least … that's what the people would think.
They would think them – he and his brother Reign – incompetent and unable to lead an empire. Thus them at a greater danger of assassinations and the like, frustrated and now feeling the pressure set in Miles sighed and shook his head as she stormed into his room, The Seven Amulets are gone, the 13 Monks are dead, and an Empire of Dragons are at the brink of self destruction and the supposed constructor of this is laying in my dungeon at this very moment. If Malchior did not do this … whoever did is pretty damn smart … because he's about to break all three Empires of Azarath at once … the Azarians, the Demons, the Dragons … he's going to send us all spirally into a possible war if the culprit is not found and killed. Malchior … things are not looking good for you at all my friend.
Worried about not only a possible innocent being blamed for a wrong that was not his, yet most of all worried about his lands. Miles huffed and ran his fingers through his blood-red hair and sat on his bed. Sleep … that was what he should acquire now before day broke in the thunderous night … but sleep to him … to Malchior … to X … to Raven especially.
Was nothing but a distant dream lost in the pouring rain.
Raven … far from her room and in the Infirmary instead looking out the shatterproof glass into her mother's room within the control center that oversaw Arella's healing process. Arella, lying within a Recreation Chamber – a bed with a glass cover with a scanner going over her body at times the computer was programmed to scan. It would help her healing powers regenerate her torn flesh with laser technology that the scanner would produce over the wound with every round it was told to go over.
It didn't hurt and the process Raven knew could have been done while wide-awake. However in this case, Arella was put to a light slumber in order to help her healing powers progress. She would make it, she would live without any complications … but the fact that her mother had been put in danger at all sent a shiver down her spine. Tiredly Raven plopped on one of the floating hovering chairs in the room.
Slouched and not very lady-like over, Raven closed her eyes and rubbed her temples, Mother … I'm so sorry … why was she apologizing? Because this was all her fault to begin with … she didn't know how it was herself … but it just felt right to blame herself for some reason.
"Raven?" opening her violet eyes, Raven sat up slightly when she saw Francesca come into view and sit down at her foot, then rest her massive on her lap, purring softly to calm the demoness down as much as she could. Raven blinked at her effort, and smiled weakly and began to pet the top of the nightstalker's head. Thinking her more of a child rather than a nightstalker … because her voice within her head was still so much like a cub.
Plus … for the strangest of reasons … Francesca was beginning to make her miss her friends. In particular Starfire … with that wondering tone, and the feeling of eagerness to learn and help, the feeling of homesickness hit Raven and she found herself terribly missing her friends suddenly.
Distantly with nothing better to say Raven whispered her name, "Francesca …"
"Raven … is there anything I may do to assist? There has to be …" in her big brown eyes, Raven could see the nightstalker's own helpless torment … nightstalkers, once given a master were loyal to death and hated to see their master in turmoil. They would do anything to see to it that their every wish of their master was full filled … that was the job of a nightstalker … it was born into their blood … which was why they were so dangerous, because when given an order. They would die to full fill it … Francesca was obviously no different.
However what caught Raven off guard was the fact that she wasn't even Francesca's master, yet Francesca was practically begging her for a task to see that she was happy. It amazed Raven to no end, sitting up and leaning forward to kiss the top of Francesca's head. Raven sighed and rested her head on Francesca's, unknowingly letting Francesca bury her nose in her scent and soothing the nightstalker of her troubles with her sweet vanilla and plumeria scent. "Nothing right now Francesca … it's best if we don't make things any more worse than they already are …"
"He will be back …" Raven opened her eyes, never realizing she had closed them until she heard Francesca's soft warning.
Full attention caught, Raven raised a brow and gave Francesca an odd look, "Who's coming back?"
"Ellris'malchron with Saligia," she answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, her large brown eyes bright with a naivety of a child, "they will be back … but this time for you so they may finally be able to close the portals to all the worlds and Ellris will get his Seven Servers."
"Francesca … how do you know all this?" Raven frowned, not entirely sure if she should believe the nightstalker.
"Because I told her to tell you." jumping off the chair and spinning around, though making sure not to bump into any of the controls thus further putting her mother's life in danger. Raven snarled at the wet, damp, and shivering Saligia, clutching herself and leaning against the wall with the light switch, she kept it off and closed her eyes sighing so tiredly, "I'm tired Raven … so tired …"
"I don't give a damn! You must think I'm sympathetic don't you?" without warning Raven leapt clean across the room, her claws brandished and claws ready to rip the dragoness apart. Saligia opened her eyes and leaned further against the wall when Raven came down on her, snapping her hands out and grasping her wrists to keep the claws from damaging her in anyway. Raven, however, managed to wiggle on of her wrists free and in one fluid motion jammed her claws into Saligia's side.
The dragoness half-moaned, half-growled at the pain sounding so very inhuman in every way as her head lolled forward and her forehead fell on Raven's shoulders … her grip slackened on her part and Raven found herself in a position to finish her off. Thinking to do just that when she yanked her fingers out of Saligia's side and splatter her blood across the floor, Saligia raised her head the best she could to look Raven in the eye and had to stop and stare at the beautiful mark that was placed upon her forehead.
She wanted to cry … that mark … it was so beautiful … reaching a hand up to trace it, Saligia gulped and frowned when Raven grabbed her wrist and pushed her back against the wall, "You got some nerve. So tell me why you're here before I finish you off."
Why? Why I'm here? Saligia thought for a moment and chuckled … loosing her mind to the pain that she felt at her side, she really was tired … otherwise she'd be trying to cover it up. Right now … she just felt like going to sleep and never waking up, but this had to be done … for her brother's sake. Her brother … opening her eyes once more to stare into Raven's heated violet orbs, Saligia chuckled again, knowing why Malchior had chosen her. However was far more interested in the mark upon her forehead, "Did Malchior tell you what the markings mean?"
Raven faulted in curiosity for the slightest second, but growled and snapped, "I asked you why you're here, nothing about my mark."
"Yeah …" Saligia nodded and sighed tiredly, "… you got a point … but I can't allow for you to go walking around showing off my family crest without knowledge about it now can I?"
"It's your family crest, that's all I need to know, now why are you here!" loosing her patience Raven was ready to just run her through, but had to know why the tool for Ellris's little game had come to her at such a late hour. It seemed too suspicious.
Saligia huffed, though regretted it and hissed in pain with her side sent a shock wave through her body, "It's not just a family crest deary, it's a symbol of power. If you trust me any, you'll take this advice and use that mark to its full potential before Ellris decides to strip you of it, because when he found out Malchior and you mated he wasn't very happy … it weakened his power greatly. But to why I'm here … a name … seek it out … Malachite. Seek him out … he knows the truth at the Northeastern Lands … at least … I hope he still remembers. Find him in the city, he's on the Skyline, but can barely make it to the Palace without passing out in weakness. Find him before the hunters do."
Raven sneered, "Thanks." Claws shining in the dim lighting, Raven used her inhuman speed to jam her claws into Saligia's heart. However much to her dismay Saligia still had enough strength and used her own inhuman speed to appear behind her and with the back of her hand Saligia lifted it up and backhanded Raven to the ground.
Though in doing so Saligia earned herself an unsuspected burn on the back of her head, Ah … not as strong as an actual Grand Mistress if hit, but still the same reaction … good … looking down at Raven Saligia smiled, "No thank you Raven, you will not be the one to deliver my Death blow … but you've helped enough for the one that will tomorrow. Remember the name, Malachite, if you need more confirmation. Go to Malchior, he knows the drake … they were friends when hatchlings … all three of us. Other than that, if you fail to find Malachite in time … your mark is your last hope. Francesca … find Malachite if Raven does not."
The nightstalker tilted her head in wonder than nodded in understanding, engraving the name in her head, labeling him as an important male to find Francesca watched Saligia exit the control room. Leaving Raven to slowly get herself back up to her feet, shocked at how strong Saligia had been. Underestimated her power … damn! Angry at herself, Raven glared at the ground and then glared at the exit of the control center, growling, "Malachite huh? Malchior never told me of a friend … Francesca."
Hearing her name called Francesca stood at the ready, excited that she was going to be given a mission her tail flicked back and forth in anticipation, "Yes?"
"I don't know your connection to Saligia … but go forth and search out Malachite, don't fail."
Francesca blinked slowly … there was something about that direct order that made Francesca shutter, but not in fear as maybe some other soldiers might have … but in enthusiasm. Snarling, the nightstalker in one bound crossed the room and ran for the exit to search for Malachite. She would not fail Raven's order, Raven knew that and that's why she sent her. Saligia's visitation still bothering her to the point of rage, Raven felt her power spike and her eyes bleed scarlet for the second time that night, I had her! I had her and she got away … now I know how Robin feels.
Yep … she was missing her friends on Earth.
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Me: Sorry if this was littered with mistakes, but hey, I just skimmed it! I tried to catch all the mistakes I could. So give a sista a break, thanks for reading! I gotta split, my dad says the computer's killin' me … (X in the back with an axe gets ready to take my head off) … dude! Check it out! The quarter I lost! (bends over to pick it up, X swings and misses thus lodging the axe into the wall)
X: O.O Shit!
Rorek: -.- Just had to try didn't you.
X: Shut the fuck up and help me hide the damn evidence, I'm already in jail, I don't want to go for a trial at attempted murder like the dragon over there.
Malchior: Actually in this case I DID kill people … but not … it was actually Ellris … damn … my family really is fucked isn't it?
Raven: (smacks Malchior up side the head) Watch the mouth thank you, you've been hanging with X a lot haven't you?
Malchior: Is that a crime?
Raven: -.-U You're in prison … you tell me.
Malchior: … O.o … too shay.
Raven: On guard.
X: Oi! Still in need of assistance before dumb-ass over there finds her frickin' quarter!
Raven: I am in no way taking any part of your criminal actions.
X: You're such a goodie-two-shoes, aren't you?
Raven: Um … joining up with the Teen Titans should have been evident enough of that obvious fact.
X: … You and your fats …
Rorek: Don't you mean "facts"?
X: … Maybe
Raven: Are you saying I'm fat!
X: Nah … just a bit round … ish … yeah I am.
Raven: WHY. YOU. LITTLE! (lunges at the thief, but completely misses when X ducks down and Raven instead tackles Malchior to the ground)
X: Whoa Raven, ready for another go eh?
Raven: X! I am going to KILL YOU!
Me: FOUND IT! Shinny ain't it?
X: (leans on the axe and pushes Rorek in front of it so to hide it from cimple, Raven gets off Malchior and stands as casually as she can next to the confused dragon while cimple turns to weave at the group)
Me: Hey characters! Having fun?
X: Yeah … sure … whatever … (watches Raven slit her throat with her fingers an pointing at him)
Me: Good! Cause now it's time for me to end the chapter and go on to 41 cause I breeched 40 baby YAH! L8ER DAEZ EVERYONE THANK YOU FOR STICKING WITH ME!
Rorek: You know … those captions are bad Internet etiquette.
Me: … So … everyone knows what I mean, right everyone?
Rorek: Whatever … just trying to warn you before someone takes offence.
Me: … Offence … O.o?
X: (leans to Rorek and whispers) I think you have to speak slower, she's having one of'em slow days ya know.
Rorek: (rolls his eyes) It'll come to her eventually.
Me: … Offence … hmm … have to look up later … l8er daez again everyone!
