Hi guys! It's been a while (don't kill me...) Anyway, here's another chapter for you! ENJOY!
WARNING: this chapter contains violence (well, sort of... you'll see)
Chapter 38
Spots. That was the first thing Arya noticed when she opened her eyes. Lots and lots of spots in every colour imaginable covering her view. Blazing, almost painfully bright light pierced between them as if it was trying to cut into her eyes.
Arya groaned. She had an agonizing headache which seemed to grow worse every time she tried to search for the world behind the spots and she felt as if she was going to be sick!
Arya sighed and closed her eyes again. Slowly the sounds around her got meaning. It all started as muted under water-muttering, but then evolved into sharp tones, cutting in her ears. The young warrior took a deep breath and tried to move her limbs, but she couldn't. Carefully Arya opened one eye. The light immediately attacked without mercy, but the young warrior forced herself to look down. Slowly the spots disappeared and the ground came into focus.
Ropes…
The word shot through Arya's mind even before she'd realised the meaning of it. Thinking appeared to be rather difficult. Arya tried to move her feet again, but the thick, raw, scruffy ropes stayed in place.
Ropes… Arya thought again. A frown appeared on her forehead while she tried to add the logical result. Ropes… That's why I can't move…
"Arya!"
Arya groaned and closed her eyes. She'd heard her name, but wasn't sure where it came from.
"Arya! Can you hear me?"
The young warrior searched her blurry memory. What had happened? And who was calling for her? The voice seemed familiar, although this particular voice didn't sound right… Arya tried to focus back on the sounds around her.
"ARYA!"
Arya heard her own loud moan. Every letter cut its way through her mind and pounded in her ears.
"Arya! Open your eyes!"
No! Arya thought. I don't want to open my eyes! I wanne sleep! Shut up!
"Arya!"
The young warrior sighed and muttered: "All right…"
Steadily, she tried again. This time however the light was gentle and allowed her to focus on her surroundings. Arya blinked and noticed the light wasn't that bright at all. In fact it was rather dusky, as if night had fallen, but no one bothered to switch on the lights. In front of her, Arya could make out a dark, dusty wall.
Right… Arya thought, while the images started to take form in her memory. I'm underground! In the bandits' hide out! We got captured… and Loki…
"Arya!" it sounded again. Arya turned to her right where the voice was coming from. She met the eyes of a worried looking Fandral which was a weird combination.
Fandral's eyes searched Arya's face.
"Are you okay? How many times can you see me? If you're lucky you've got a really bad concussion and you can enjoy all seven of me!"
Arya smiled. The Asgardian might have looked worried, but he certainly hadn't lost his sense of humour.
"Just one, thank you… I'm fine, my Lord…"
Fandral smiled sheepishly. A deep sigh came from behind Arya's back, but when she turned she could only see a rocky column.
"Damn it, Fandral! Stop being pathetic! This is no time for jokes! We have a problem to deal with!" Sif's voice sounded.
"My Lady?" Arya asked.
"Yes, Arya! But could you maybe, just maybe, stop calling me that? You're not a civilian any more…"
Arya turned quiet.
"So… any ideas?" Fandral interrupted the silence.
"What about trying to escape?" Sif suggested sarcastically.
"Bwa…." Fandral answered with a smile. "Maybe later…."
Arya now noticed that her hands were also bound to the column behind her. She looked at the Asgardian warrior next to her and saw that he wasn't better off.
"Is there a chance they missed a knife on you somewhere, Arya?" Sif suddenly asked. The young looked around. Her bow was missing too…
"I'm afraid not…"
An irritated sigh sounded through the air. "It's pathetic!" Sif's voice followed. "He can't even lead us into battle!"
Arya wondered who she was talking about until she turned to her left and noticed that someone else was tied up there too. Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed it was none other than her king, Loki. Yet, the God of Mischief seemed to be unconscious.
"Come on, Sif!" Fandral joined in. "He couldn't have foreseen this!"
"Well, he should have!"
"If I remember correctly, you said this was a trap, set up by Loki!"
A short groan interrupted the two friends. Sif turned to her right and watched Loki wake up. The young king slowly opened his eyes and immediately closed them again. Arya pitied him.
"I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY, LOKI!" Sif suddenly shouted unnecessarily loud right next to the young king's ear. If he hadn't been tied to the column, Loki would have jumped a foot in the air. The young king opened his eyes in bewilderment and tried to get a grip on all the colours which were dancing and turning in front of his eyes.
"Sif!" Fandral shouted. "Seriously?"
"My king?" Arya asked quietly.
Loki blinked and cleared his throat. Slowly he looked up, his eyes full of confusion.
"Are you all right, my king?" Arya asked. Loki frowned.
"What?" he asked, but because his throat was raw and dry the only thing that came out was a meaningless whisper.
"WE GOT CAPTURED!" Sif yelled from the young kings right side. Loki winced and turned towards the female warrior.
"Sif?" he asked in a whisper. The young king licked his lips and tried again. Where was this infernal headache coming from? "What do you mean?" he asked.
Sif rolled her eyes, yet Arya frowned. There was something different about Loki. Something strange…
"I mean that your plan – if I can call it that – failed brilliantly!" Sif added.
Loki sighed and closed his eyes as if he had to think over Sif's words. He opened his eyes again and shook his head in confusion.
"My… my plan?" he asked.
Sif raised her eyebrows, but the look of hatred soon returned on her face.
"Splendid! Our great king has lost his memory! How thoughtful!" she shouted sarcastically.
If possible Loki's confusion only seemed to grow.
"King?" he asked. "L… Loki is the king…"
Arya raised her eyebrows in surprise and even Sif didn't know what to say any more.
"Okay…" Fandral eventually broke the silence. "Our situation just got a little bit worse…"
Loki frowned. He'd finally managed to focus on his surroundings.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, sounding rather irritated. "And where is Loki anyway?"
Sif and Arya both stared at Loki in disbelief, but the young king just stared back with a questioning look in his eyes.
"Bananas …" Fandral whispered just loud enough for all four of them to hear.
"What!?" Loki shouted while trying to escape from his robes.
"You think this is funny, Loki!" Sif eventually asked annoyed.
Loki turned towards her. "Loki? I'm not Loki! It's Thor!"
Sif stared at Loki.
"This is bad, guys!" Fandral said. "He thinks he's Thor!"
Loki rolled his eyes and looked past Sif to Fandral's shoulder. "That's because I am Thor, you idiot!"
"Right… " Fandral answered while turning so he could face Loki. "I meant to tell you this sooner, Thor, but I'm actually an enchanted pineapple…"
Loki sighed.
"Just stop it, Loki!" Sif shouted angrily.
"But I am Thor!" Loki shouted. "Why do you keep saying I am L…"
Loki looked down and shut up.
"What the…." he started, while inspecting his legs, covered in a green/black armour. "What is this!"
"Don't worry, Loki…" Fandral said sarcastically. "You'll get over it…We all did..."
"I'm not kidding Fandral! This must be some kind of illusion…"
Arya looked at the man next to her. For some reason she knew he was telling the truth.
"You really are Thor…" she suddenly said. Loki/Thor turned towards her. New hope lit up in his light grey eyes.
"Yes! Yes! I am!"
"How would you know?" Sif asked more rudely than she meant.
"Well… "Arya started, until she realised she didn't have an answer. She just knew. "I mean…" she tried. "Look… look at him. Loki doesn't… he doesn't…"
Loki/Thor sighed.
"Wait…" Fandral interrupted. "You mean to say Loki is REALLY Thor!"
"An illusion!" Arya added.
Fandral whistled between his teeth. "Nope… You just lost me there…"
"Maybe we should stop arguing and try to find a way out of here! And where IS Loki? The real Loki!" Thor shouted.
Sif's eyes turned dark.
"Isn't it obvious… He's gone! He probably ran off, back to Asgard! He just left us here to die!" she said.
"Sif…" Fandral started. "Why would he do that?"
"Because then he's the only one left who can claim the throne!"
"He already has the throne!" Fandral shouted.
"He's eliminating threats and that includes us!"
"Threats? We are the only good warriors he has left! And in case you forgot, Volstagg, Hogun and Heimdall are still out there, not to mention Jane!" Fandral answered.
"He'll probably come up with some lie…"
"Damn it, Sif! What happened to you!"
"What happened to me? Look at yourself, Fandral! Why are you taking his side? Can't you see he's playing us! Have you forgotten what he has done!"
Fandral laughed. "You're so pathetic, Sif! You miss the obvious! Why would Loki put an illusion of himself on Thor?"
"Because then the bandits think they captured him!"
"I thought you said Loki was working with the bandits!" Fandral exclaimed. "Loki was your friend, for Odin's sake! I also hate him for imprisoning us, but you can't deny he's been an extraordinary king!"
"You're blinded, Fandral!"
"ENOUGH!" Arya suddenly shouted.
Both warrior turned silent.
"BOTH OF YOU! If I hear one more complaint about Loki, someone will get hurt! Am I making myself clear?" Arya exclaimed.
The young warrior didn't give them time to answer. "It's time to start thinking! Fandral is right: why did Loki leave an illusion of himself?"
"What happened to LORD Fandral?" Fandral asked innocently, but everyone ignored him.
Thor nodded when the memory of Loki ordering him to stay put became visible before his eyes.
"To hide me…" he said. Arya turned towards him.
"Hide you?"
"Yes…" Thor said with a smile. "Loki ordered me not to fight. He probably left the invisibility illusion up during the fight. I even bet he was the bandit who ambushed me. I thought it strange that bandit knew when I was about to summon Mjölnir…"
"What did he do?" Fandral asked.
"He broke my wrist…" Thor answered dryly. Fandral clicked his tongue and nodded.
"Yep, definitely Loki…"
"And that's also why the bandits called me 'your highness'. I was under cover… They thought they'd captured Loki…"
"But why would he go through so much trouble?" Arya asked. Thor smiled.
"To have a look around…" he whispered. "The bandits saw four warriors, they never saw me… they just knew there were intruders…"
"Wait…" Fandral joined in. "Is this been Loki's plan all along?"
Thor smiled again. "Maybe…" he said.
Fandral sighed.
"Is our rescue part of his great plan?"
Thor thought about that for a second. "That's where I come in…"
Arya smiled too. She was starting to understand. "Mjölnir…" she said.
Thor nodded. "Exactly! The bandits don't know I'm here, so they don't know about Mjölnir either. It's probably still where I left it…"
"So you can summon it?" Sif asked.
"I suppose I can…"
"Then what are you waiting for?" Fandral shouted.
"That…" Thor simply answered. From the tunnel in front of them a group of four bandits suddenly appeared.
"Good morning, your highness!" the first one exclaimed. He came to a halt right in front of Thor and knelt down.
"I hope you had a good nap…"
Thor didn't show any emotion. Information… he thought. Just ask the right questions…
The God of Thunder wanted to sigh. Loki was so much better at things like this.
"Who are you? And why didn't you kill us?" Thor asked.
The bandit grinned, showing a set of yellow razor sharp teeth.
"My name is General Skaldur! There are those who are prepared to pay a proper price to those who hand you over… You have many enemies, my leach…"
Thor frowned. "And who are you speaking of, if I might ask?"
Skaldur smirked and leaned closer to Thor's ear.
"Let's just say an old friend of yours is here to collect your debt…" he whispered harshly before getting on his feet again.
"And for the rest of you… I'm sure Asgard will be missing you soon… I wonder how much you're worth… Enjoy your stay! It might be only temporary!"
With that said he turned around and left, the three other bandits followed.
Thor breathed out.
"Skaldur…."Fandral said with a smile. "What a pathetic name!"
"What was he talking about?" Arya asked after an annoyed silence, full of sighs and rolling eyes. "What debt?"
"I don't know…" Thor admitted. "But now we know there's someone who's after Loki… That can't be good…"
"I suggest we get going then…" Fandral said.
"Maybe we should wait a little bit longer…" Thor said to himself. "We might meet Loki's old friend…"
Thor's words had barely left his lips when the yellow-teethed Skaldur appeared again. This time he was accompanied by someone else: a dark, hooded figure with a strange mask covering his face. Thor noticed his hands counted two thumbs each.
"I think you got a lot of catching up to do…" Skaldur said with an evil sneer. The hooded man stepped closer. Thor couldn't see his eyes underneath the dark hood of his robes, but he felt the cold stairs cutting straight into his soul. The man came close, his hands folded in front of him. It almost felt as if the temperature fell instantly. Thor tried not to show the sudden fear which was building up inside his body. For some reason this man gave him the creeps.
"I did warn you what would happen if you failed us…" a raspy, cold voice sounded from underneath the hood. "My Master wasn't amused…"
Bit by bit, the stranger came closer. He almost seemed to be floating over the ground.
"We granted you the sceptre, we gave you the Chitauri army and yet…. We didn't get anything in return…"
The man was now standing right in front of Thor. The God Of Thunder could smell a disgusting scent… the scent of death…
Soundless, the man knelt down, bringing his face on the same level as Thor's.
"You shall pay your debt, Asgardian!" he hissed angrily while raising his right hand. Thor completely froze and watched the stranger reach out for him. For a second he was sure he was about to die and this grey skinned creep would be the last face he would ever see. Yet, the man suddenly froze as well. The evil sneer on his lips faded. He took a deep breath through his nose as if he was smelling the air like a hound.
He opened his mouth and clenched his teeth together. The smell of rotten flesh was blasted into Thor's face. The God Of Thunder closed his eyes in horror, in an attempt to keep the tears from flowing. This was even worse than the sewers!
"Where is he!" the stranger roared angrily. Thor opened his eyes and watched the man get on his feet again an turn towards Skaldur. "This is not him!"
Thor frowned. How could he know that? For as long as Thor could remember no one had ever seen through one of Loki's illusions, except their mother of course. Thor looked down at his legs to check whether the illusion was still in place or not, but there didn't seem to be a problem.
Skaldur was equally surprised. He looked down on Thor before fixing his eyes back on the dark stranger in front of him, not able to hide a flash of fear.
"Excuse me, my lord?" he asked.
The man floated without sound towards Skaldur until their noses almost touched. The frightened bandit swallowed.
"You've been tricked, Skaldur!"
The General opened his mouth, but nothing came out. After a couple of seconds a silent whispers left his lips.
"Tricked? By whom?"
The dark man opened his mouth in what probably had to be an evil smile. Skaldur almost fainted when his breath infiltrated his nostrils. The stranger slowly turned and pointed down towards Thor.
Skaldur followed his pointed finger and gulped in fear.
"That is NOT Loki, prince of Jotenheim…" the man hissed. He lowered his arm and turned back towards a petrified Skaldur. Slowly he moved forward, forcing the bandit to step backwards until his back hit the wall behind him.
"I thought I made myself clear, Skaldur… My terms are simple: do not fail me!"
Skaldur's mouth hang open in a silent scream.
"I…I.. m...My…my lord…" he stuttered. "P…p..pl..please… I swear I didn't know!"
The stranger lifted his right hand. Skaldur turned pale.
"No…No.. p…please! My lord! I beg of you! It's not my fault! I didn't capture them…. It …it were my men! I'm not to b…blame!"
The man's hand was now right in front of Skaldur's face.
"Please! I…I… My men could not see through this trickery! Your intelligence has no e…equal, my lord! I beg of you! Give… Give me one more chance! I will do it myself this time… or I'll put my best men on the job! Yes!"
The strangers dark eyes pierced into Skaldur's. There was even a flash of pure delight visible.
"I should have known… I should have known a life-form as weak and puny as you would fail me! I'll do it myself!" the stranger whispered right next to Skaldur's ear.
With that said he lowered his hand in Skaldur's neck and closed his fingers around his cold flesh. Skaldur's pupils narrowed while his eyes filled with pure agony. His mouth hang open in a silent scream of torture. The temperature in room sank to its minimum. Even the light dimmed a little. Skaldur's skin turned grey until it slowly cracked like stone and crumbled of his bones. Within seconds the bandit had turned to a pile of stinking ashes on the floor.
The strange man lowered his hand and cleaned his palm before he turned his back on the four terrified prisoners and left.
-xxx-
"Who…Who was that?" Arya's voice peeped through the cold air. She hadn't seen most of what had happened and to be honest she was glad she hadn't, but that hadn't made her less scared.
"Guys?" she asked after a short silence, but no answer came.
"My lord?" she asked.
"I DON'T KNOW, ARYA!"Thor roared in pure fright. He was still staring in horror at the pile of dust against the wall.
...
"I must say, I'm not exactly fond of Loki's friends…" Fandral tried after a while, but his voice was shaking and sounded raspy as if he'd been shouting.
"Just get us out of here, Thor!" Sif called out immediately as if Fandral hadn't said anything.
"Right…" The God of Thunder answered while forcing himself to look away from the wall. "Mjölnir…"
Thor stretched his fingers which was rather hard with the ropes cutting his wrists, but about twenty seconds later they all heard an rumbling sound. The next moment Mjölnir blasted through the wall in front of Arya, zoomed right next to her face and crushed the rock pillar to which the four warriors were bound. All four of them were covered with an wave of falling rocks and sand, but they didn't care. As fast as possible they freed their hands from the ropes, untangled the ropes around their legs and rushed for the exit.
"We're going to need our weapons!" Arya said, sounding out of breath.
Sif nodded in agreement. "I'm not going out there, unarmed, with that freak walking around!"
Thor peeped around the corner of the room they'd been imprisoned. Two guards were talking to each other at the end of hallway. They looked scared and seemed to be arguing whether to see why their boss was taking so long or to just stay put.
Thor turned back to his friends and raised up two fingers.
Weapons! Sif mouthed as a reminder. Thor nodded impatiently.
"Then we need to find them first, don't we?" he whispered. "In the meantime, take whatever those two are carrying."
Sif sighed. Of course she understood what Thor meant, but after what she'd seen only minutes ago, she felt a lot more safe and confident with her own trusty sword and shield.
"Exactly how are we going to fight our way out without weapons?" Fandral asked in whisper.
"Mjölnir?" Arya suggested. She looked at Thor's hand, but Mjölnir was already hidden by Loki's illusion. Loki… she thought while the image of her king appeared in front of her eyes. His reassuring smile, his trust in her reflected in his light grey eyes… Where was he? Was he al right? Suddenly a cold shiver ran down the young warrior's spine. She'd remembered something! Something very important!
"We have to hurry!" she suddenly said out loud. Everyone looked at her in horror, but it was too late. The arguing stopped.
"Did you hear that?" one voice sounded.
"Maybe they're just talking…" another one answered.
"No, no… That was way to close…"
The sound of a sword being drawn followed.
Sif closed her eyes and sighed. Thor threw a defeated glare towards Arya, but the young warrior wasn't paying attention. On the contrary. Her eyes were filled with pure fear, but not because of the upcoming threat. Thor realised this was important. The God of Thunder looked around his friends while thinking over an escape plan. Any second now, the two bandits would come walking around the corner.
What now? Fandral mouthed. Thor made a decision and gestured for Fandral to come closer. When the Asgardian warrior stood right next to him, Thor put one hand on his shoulder and lent forward to whisper something in his ear.
Yet, suddenly, Thor drew Fandral towards the corner and before the warrior could say anything, Thor had thrown him into the hall right in front of the two bandits.
The two men froze in their steps. One was carrying a heavy sword while the other had a spiked club resting on his shoulder. The two of them stared Fandral, completely stunned, but the Asgardian warrior wasn't better off.
Fandral just stood there and stared back. His mouth was hanging open, ready to curse Thor, but nothing came out. Without his weapons, Fandral almost felt naked in front of these too.
Unlike his appearance sometimes suggested, Fandral wasn't all stupid. After all, this was a tactic they'd used many times before, but most of the time, Loki would take care of this part of the job.
Fandral quickly smiled and stretched his arms above his head as if he was just taking a morning stroll.
"Well Hi…. Blokes…" he started while his eyes scanned every bit of the two bandits. The right one with the sword was tall, yet skinny. His sword was pointed towards the ground. Fandral presumed the weapon was in fact far too heavy for this poor guy. The one standing to the left was smaller, but clearly more muscled.
Fandral licked his lips and continued. "I was just wondering… where err… the toilet might be… it's rather urgent…"
The two bandits just kept staring at Fandral. The Asgardian warrior cursed Thor and Loki in his head a million times, but forced himself to keep smiling.
"No? No toilets? Dear me… talking about bad working conditions…"
Finally the long bandit started to notice something was not right.
"Why are you not chained up!" he shouted.
Fandral laughed, but his laugh only faded through the tunnels. Awkward…
"Right…" he whispered before clearing his throat."Oh my!" he started again while focusing his attention on the short one. "You look rather strong, my friend…"
The short bandit frowned. It seemed hard for him to get the situation. "I tied you to that pillar…" he said more to himself then to any one in particular. For a second his eyes locked on the ground while he ran over his day inside his head. The bandit looked up again. Fandral stood right in front of him, still smiling like an idiot.
"Do you work out?" the Asgardian warrior asked in a high pitched voice.
"You escaped!" the short bandit roared angrily while raising his club from his shoulder. The long one grunted approvingly while trying to lift his sword.
Fandral frowned innocently and looked at his hands as if he was checking whether the robes were still there or not.
"Good gracious!" he exclaimed with the same high pitched voice from before. "I must have!"
The two bandits looked at their prisoner in disbelief, until Fandral suddenly looked up again, fake panic colouring his eyes.
"That's what I came to tell you, two bright blokes... the others have escaped too!"
"What!" the long one shouted before lifting his sword as high as possible and running around the corner.
A sickening, metal sound rang through the hallway. The long bandit dropped his swords and slowly fell backwards until his body hit the ground. His fat companion realised one second too late that Fandral had moved behind him. With one well-placed hit in the bandit's neck, Fandral eliminated their second threat.
Thor, Sif and Arya walked around the corner too, all looking at Fandral in disbelief.
"Was that really necessary?" Sif sighed. "You could have said we'd escaped as soon as they saw you!"
"You were lucky they lacked any basic intelligence… He walked straight into Mjölnir..." Thor added. Fandral sighed and smirked.
"To be guarded by idiots like these is an immediate insult on my honour!"
"Honour? What honour?" Arya joined in. Everyone, including herself was surprised by her sudden outburst. Yet, Arya rather enjoyed Fandral's shocked expression.
"I did prefer LORD Fandral…" the Asgardian warrior eventually said with a smile.
"Good gracious!" Sif repeated, imitating Fandral's high voice. All four of them laughed until Arya suddenly remembered. Her smile faded while the image of Loki, looking pale and tired was clear in her mind.
"We need to hurry!" she repeated while walking over to the fat guy. She'd noticed a small blade tied to his belt.
"What's wrong, Arya?" Thor asked. Of course he knew they had to get out of here, but the panic in Arya's voice gave him a hint that there was more at stake. When Arya looked up from the bandit's body, her eyes had changed. For the first time Thor could see the born leader inside the your warrior. Everything about her screamed out her authority. Even Sif and Fandral turned silent.
"I don't know how long we were out, but it couldn't have been longer than a few hours." Arya declared. "When I last saw Loki, he was reaching his limits if comes to the use of magic. I don't know how he's capable of achieving these illusions, but I am sure he won't hold out for very much longer.
Sif nodded while remembering the blurred illusion Loki had sent them.
"Arya's right!" she said. "But why is he keeping up Thor's illusion then? It has done its purpose, right?"
"Not necessarily…"
Everyone looked at Fandral in surprise. He wasn't exactly known for his knowledge on magic, but the Asgardian just ignored them and carried on.
"There're two options…Or Loki doesn't know we already met his friend or he's keeping it up for a reason…"
"A distraction…" Arya finished. Everyone nodded.
"Where ever Loki is right now, he doesn't want anyone to know where the real him is…" Thor added after a couple of seconds.
"That creep knows…" Sif reminded them. "He doesn't know where, but he knows you're not Loki…"
Thor's eyes grew dark. He looked at every single one of his friends before revealing his worst fear.
"It's possible Loki didn't know that man would see through the illusion. Maybe this stranger is stronger than Loki initially predicted…"
"Then we need to find Loki before that creep does…" Sif said to everyone's surprise.
"Right!" Fandral shouted in excitement while rubbing his hands together. "I'm taking the sword!"
"Not a chance!" Sif immediately answered with a smile before following Arya and Thor towards the end of the tunnel, to start their impossible search for their king.
I hope you liked it! :)
Anyway, for those who already guessed who this creep is (even before I uploaded this bloody chapter ;) ), just this one thing: I DON'T FOLLOW ANY OTHER MARVEL FILM/SERIES! Just saying, because I know that in the current Marvel Universe this guy is already gone...
For those who haven't got a clue... watch The Avengers again, it's quite obvious... :) (btw, this also counts for those who did guess it, seriously, The Avengers is awesome! Go watch it right now!)
Oh and just to let you know, school has started again :( and I am drowning in school work :( :( :(, so... the next update might take a while, sorry... really really sorry... :( :( :( :( :(
Well.. let me know what you think... review, review, review... Damn it, you know the drill :)
I like chocolate! (sorry, just wanted to say something random :) But seriously, I'm addicted to it... )
See ya!
Rumple x