Chapter Twenty – Weird and Scary Things… That are Slightly Funny

Irma pounded down the running as fast as her relatively thin legs could carry the load she was carrying. What load, you ask? Well her baby and garbage bag full of… well nothing. Irma was already late for the meeting at the Silver Dragon. She had underestimated the time it would take to squeeze into the costume she had ordered, although it was made for a pregnant woman. Even though her costume was not the most unique it was still moderately unique. Irma was clad in an all black costume, that glowing bones where hers lay some where under her flesh, tissue, and all that nasty junk. Hopefully you can guess what she was.

She was a skeleton, and not just any skeleton. A pregnant one!

There were tiny glowing bones across her belly, representing the baby forming inside of her.

When Irma finally arrived at Hay Lin's house, she was panting. Hopefully she would not be scolded to bad for repeatingly reminding them to not be late.

Irma threw open the door, and stepped inside, as if she were entering her home, not Hay Lin's. Her fellow guardians were gathered around a nearby table, and Irma made her way toward them, smiling behind her skeleton mask. Only one guardian was not there.

Cornelia.

"Hey!" Irma breathed, studying the other girls' costumes.

Taranee was dressed as a gypsy. She wore a white off the shoulder shirt that fitted her perfectly. Golden coin like things hung off the hem of the shirt and at the sleeves (Hopefully you know what I mean…). A long flowing purple skirt clung to her hips, with a dark purple quilt like thing was tied around her waist, and the golden coin things hung from it, also. Large golden hoop earrings hung from her dark ears, and she wore many golden bracelets and anklets. Her outfit looked quite like Disney's Esmeraldas outfit, only better.

Will was quite original… NOT. She was dressed as witch. She wore a black long sleeved shirt, and a long black skirt. A black hat perched oddly on her bright red hair.

Hay Lin, as usual was dressed in a random outfit she had made herself. It was completely original, and Irma would have been surprised if she saw someone else in the outfit. Hay Lin wore her hair in pigtails as usual, and goggles perched on the top of her head. She wore a white midriff bearing sweater, and a brown jacket, with fake fur on the cuffs and the collar. On her hips, a brown leather mini skirt clung. Tan Legwarmers were bunched at her ankles, and half coved her small hiking boots.

Irma pulled off her mask, and smiled at Hay Lin. "Great costume. Your's too, Taranee. And Will, yours is most original, I have seen, yet." Irma said.

Will blushed. Will went to Halloween Parties and such as a witch. Their leader could be so dull.

"I see Corny isn't here. That girl is as stubborn as a mule." Irma said.

The other girls sighed. They had unsuccessfully talked Cornelia into forgiving Irma.

"Come on, now!" Irma cried, seeing they were going to dwell on their blonde friend. "That candy would get itself, will it?" Irma hauled the girls up, with only a little difficulty, and off they went, knocking on stranger's doors, and demanding that they placed a decent amount on candy into their bags.

It was well past nine o'clock when the girls finished. People were beginning to turn off their lights, meaning they wanted no more candy beggars, coming to their doors. Irma was quite happy with her almost full garbage bag, and couldn't wait to rub it in the squirts face, who had surely gotten a plastic bag full of candy, which, compared to Irma's, was very small. Heatherfield was a candy mine.

The girls went their separate ways, leaving Irma to drag her large bag of candy… alone. Not that she was scared. Even if it was dark, and she was passing one of the most crime filled alleys, an alley that would haunt her for the rest of her pitiful life, she felt no fear. She was a guardian, after all... but then again, in this alley her powers had failed her once.

Irma visibly shivered, and pulled harder on her plastic bag. She jumped a foot in the air, when she looked up to notice a figure staggering toward her. It was the stagger of a drunken person. Irma panicked, and stupidly tried pulling harder on the bag, like her life was worth it for a bag of candy.

Irma quickly gave up, and was not about to give up her bag of candy. This candy was hers, and she was not about to give up the precious candies she loved so much. The figure stumbled into the light of the street lamp, and Irma froze.

There stood a drunken Cornelia.

Cornelia immediately laughed, and clapped her hands.

'Note to self,' Irma thought, 'Strange things happen when Cornelia was drunk. Strange, Weird, Scary, and every so slightly funny things happen.'

Irma studied Cornelia. She was in a terrible state.

It was obvious Cornelia had once been clad in an angel costume, with the broken halo hanging strangely above her head. Broken angel wings hung limply from behind her, and her short white dress was only half on as if… Irma shut that terrible thought out of her mind. Cornelia was too sensible to do THAT, yet. Irma refused to believe it, even though her friends underwear was at her ankles.

Author Note - Le Gasp. What will happen now? I think I know... I am the author after all... Anyways, sorry I have not updated for such a LONG time. I moved. Hopefully the wait was not too long. I hope that I will be able to update more now.

Thanks for the reveiws! I love all of you you!

And I have ideas for a sequel, lol. I m just barely half done, and I have a sequel idea forming...