A: Urrg… (dies)
Xel: Good morning!
A: How can you be so cheerful? … It's … six A.M.
Xel: How can you be so grumpy?
A: (coughs pathetically)
Xel: Oh… Are you going to be able to write?
A: Yes!!! I WILL finish this fic if it kills me!!! (starts typing)
Xel: (sweatdrops)
I ran blindly after my tormentor, cursing him all the while.
"Come on! Give it back!"
Xellos flashed me a glimpse of my key, before turning his back to me and putting on another burst f speed.
The bastard!!!!
A fierce wind struck me as I dropped the cloak- Xellos's cloak- to the ground, allowing me to run a little bit faster.
"Stop it! I need that!"
For the first time, he answered me.
"Almost there, Lina-chan!"
I was tempted to stop right there and just let him have the key.
After all, this could just be a plot to lead me somewhere so he can…
I stopped my thoughts right there and continued running.
I could not be safe without that key.
It disallowed Trackers, human or monster alike, to find me. It blotted out my aura.
I needed that key.
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared.
Umm… What?
Rustling sounds to my left caused me to whip around to face my newest vict- err, visitor.
He (another man?! Sheesh!) was clothed entirely in beige-white cloak, tunic, pants, and boots, and scowling at me very nastily. Only his eyes were visible. And there was something odd about them…
I dismissed the notion and calmly asked if he had seen Xellos.
"WHERE THE HELL IS HE, THAT PRIEST BASTARD!!!!"
Or, not so calmly.
--A: Excuse me while I take a break here and cough my lungs out (doesn't cough lungs out, but comes close to it) … Okay! I'm done! --
I think I blew him away with that one.
The man(?) just stood there and stared at me, eyes wide.
"Don't just stand there!" I snapped, getting annoyed, "Have you seen 'im or not?!"
"Uhh…"
It is a guy! Bingo!
"Fine, then."
I half-flew down the path … Or, I was supposed to. One step and it was lights out for me.
My last thought before the darkness was: Shit… I am never gonna get that key back now…
A: (looks ill and pathetically… pathetic)
Xel: (smiles the Xel smile)
A: …
Xel: …
A: …
Xel: I'll do the disclaimer, since you seem to not be able to speak, A-chan.
DIsClAiMeR: Poor A-chan only has a really bad cold and currently a very short temper. And as I'm sure you, the reader, would ADORE having A-chan's cold, she doesn't seem to want to be rid of it.
A: Huh?
Xel: Oh, nothing.
A: I'm getting a bad feeling… Or it could be vertigo, I'm not sure. And don't want to find out.