Honey, I Released the Fangirls!
A/N: Hi. I am really tired right now I was up till six last night- not a good idea if you're not going to get an assured amount of time to sleep but I need to update. So… I'm updating! Yay! Just to let you know, this chapter is longer than some of my previous ones. Oh, and thank you very much to all who reviewed. I'm in shock to see that I have almost fifty! Wow! Keep it up!
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Recap: referring to Peter "He is fading," Throm announced to the hyper fangirls. "Well," replied all three girls in unison, smiling dangerously, coming forward with a package of the disgusting juice in wax bottles, and several rolls of duct tape in their hands, "We'll just have to fix that…"
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Chapter Twelve: Phase One
Throm, extremely frightened but completely dedicated to saving his king, stepped in between Peter and the fangirls. "I will not let you do further damage to my king."
"Trust us, we know what we're doing," said Sarah in a way that made Throm think they had no idea what they were doing.
"And besides," said Ray, who was fully concentrated on opening the package of wax juice bottles. "He's dying. Anything we do now can only help." Throm couldn't disagree with that, so he waited for Ray to open the package. That wait was going to be a while… "Oh, here we go… um… no…"
It was silent as Ray struggled to open the box. Five minutes passed, and the only sound was Ray as she tried to 'tear here' and open the box.
Finally, Throm got impatient. "Give it here!" In one swift motion, he tore open the box, and handed the girls a wax bottle each.
Instead of going through their usual ritual of biting off the top, they shoved the whole bottle in their mouths, and began to chew madly.
Sarah gestured for Throm to take a bottle too. He bit into one, and made a face at the nearly inedible liquid that flooded his mouth. "What do you call these?" he asked, completely disgusted.
"Gross," replied Sarah, who was currently tearing duct tape into small strips.
"Okay," said Mia. "Where's the injury that we should probably tend to first?"
Throm pulled back a blanket to reveal Peter's chest, and a large cut across it.
"Hook boy," said Sarah, who had stopped tearing duct tape to see how bad it was. "Ray, we're gonna need all you got!" Ray nodded, and stuffed five or six more bottles into her mouth, chomping as hard as she could. "She has the biggest mouth of all of us," explained Sarah. " So- Mia!"
Mia had stopped helping tear duct tape and chewing her bottle. She was staring at Peter's chest. Her mouth dropped open, revealing a half-chewed wax bottle.
Sarah grabbed another bottle, put it into Mia's mouth, and gently pushed Mia's lower jaw up. Mia's face twisted, and she began chewing and tearing again.
They chewed for about four minutes. "Alright, spit." All three girls spat out their former wax bottles, and, after seeing the girls do it, Throm spat his out too."
Mia mushed them all together, and stretched the wax blob out until it covered the wound. Then she covered the wax with strips of duct tape. "Next one."
They did this over and over again. Throm noticed that, somehow, Peter's bleeding did stop. The color didn't return to his face, but he didn't stop breathing, a sure sign he hadn't expired. "Amazing," Throm whispered.
"Not really," said Ray. "Although I can't explain how it happens, it…" she trailed off. "I guess it is kind of amazing. Oh well. Here," she handed him another bottle. "Keep chewing."
They went over Peter's body, head to toe. Each and every wound, from the tiniest scratch to the long, deep cuts, were covered in wax and duct tape. Finally, they were done.
"I assume he won't be immediately ready to lead our troops into battle?" asked Throm.
"No, probably not," said Mia. "I'm no medical expert, but I'm pretty sure that losing that much blood isn't really healthy."
A loud horn blew a very loud warning signal. "Oh no," said Throm.
"What!" all three girls cried.
"It's the witch, Emulun, and her army. They've arrived."
The girls gulped. "You must have some way to get rid of her!"
"Our forces were severely compromised in the last battle." Throm turned to the girls. "You must have some idea on how to vanquish her. After all, you saved Peter."
The girls stood about for a minute, thinking. They whispered a little to each other, too low for Throm to hear.
Then, a consensus of 'Yes, yes, why didn't I think of that?" The girls turned to Throm. "Hold them off as long as you can. We need to prepare our ultimate weapon." Throm nodded, a little confused but believing fully that if the girls couldn't come up with a plan, no one could. He left, leaving the girls to their plan.
"We'll need these," said Ray, grabbing a packet of wax bottles.
"And if we mix it with these," Mia pulled a large packet of Pixi-stix out of her back pocket.
"Why didn't you say you had those earlier?" Sarah moaned.
"I was saving them for a really desperate situation!"
"All right, you guys, calm down. If we mix these two and add these-" Ray held up a notebook and the three pens. "We'll get our ultimate weapon!"
Sarah brought out three paper cups, which they used to mix the first two ingredients.
Each took a cup, and sat in a circle around the third ingredient.
"Bottom's up," said Sarah.
"Let's do this," said Ray.
"See you on the other side," said Mia.
They brought their cups together, not hitting them, so they wouldn't spill and then tilted their heads back, and dumped their drinks down their throats.
"It's working! It's working!" Mia cried, her knee bouncing wildly, an insane smile creeping across her face
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A/N: Did you like my attempt at a cliffhanger? I'm sorry if some things are confusing, brackets don't show up on when I upload a document, and it doesn't change in the document thingy! Makes me a little mad! Oh well. that underliney thingy stands in for brackets, if it works. Please review, and tell me what you liked, or what you didn't like, or what I could change. Review munchies include: various different kinds of sandwiches. Make any kind you like!
