So sorry for not posting for ages. I had writers block. Again.

I'm reaaaaally sorry. Please forgive me. *sudden mood swing* FORGIVE ME OR I'LL FORCE A CROISSANT ON YOU!

Chapter 14: Death by Croissant

'Uncle, can I have an axe for my birthday?' Tyrell blinked earnestly.

'I don't see why not.' Svengal replied gruffly.

'Thanks!'

--

Will told his tale, and the Rangers went off separately to think. Now Will was in his tent with Alyss, and he played with her hair.

'You know, Alyss, I love you.' Will said casually. Alyss inhaled sharply.

'Really?'

'Yes.'

'I love you too, Will, I love you too.'

'Thank you. For everything.'

'What made you suddenly realise?'

'Casca'de. She said: 'you have someone to live for'. And she's right. I do. You.'

'I have someone, as well. You.'

Will opened his mouth to reply, but Alyss silenced him with a kiss.

--

The next morning, Crowley handed everyone a couple of croissants. Will decided to toast his, and Ailee winced when she saw the result: a charred, smoky, thing bearing vague resemblance to a croissant. She moaned when he tried to eat it.

--

Slagor II and Foldar were also preparing croissants, but for a totally different reason. Their's were to help interrogate the prisoners.

Foldar took Casca'de into a room with a small, round table. One the table was small white plate with a croissant.

Slagor II took Aaron into a similar room, and thus began the interrogation.

--

Will moaned in his sleep, and tossed fitfully. He woke abruptly, clutching his stomach. His moaning woke Ailee, who was sleeping in the next tent,.

'What's the matter?' she asked.

'Croissant.' Will muttered, then proceeded to throw up.

'I knew you shouldn't have had that thing you called a toasted croissant, and I was right.'

--

'So.' Foldar began. 'Why did you come here?'

Silence.

'Not much of a talker? Well, why don't you relax a bit, eat your croissant, and begin by telling me your name?'

More silence.

'Damn, girl. You're good at this.'

Even more silence.

'BLOODY HELL!! Look, just eat the damn croissant and answer my questions!'

Again: silence.

'Fine. You win. But I bet you can't win a staring competition.'

Silence, but she stared straight into his eyes, thoroughly scaring him.

'Fine! You win that too! Happy?'

The girl nodded.

--

'Hello. I'm Slagor, the second. Who are you?'

'Sir Aaron.' Aaron said pompously.

'Well, Aaron, it seems that someone has been so clumsy as to leave a perfectly good, non-poisonous croissant behind. Why don't you have it?'

'Well, I don't know. Something doesn't feel right.'

'You mean you don't want your poisonous,' Slagor II coughed, 'I mean, absolutely and totally poison-free croissant.'

'I didn't mean that! I'd love a good crois- WAIT! It's poisoned?'

'Curses. Foiled again. This time by an idiot.'

--

The two men met each other back at the cells.

'How was yours?' Slagor II asked.

'Horrible. Didn't say a word. You?'

'Accidentally said the word poison. Little brat realised.'

'Mine wouldn't touch it. And she won a staring competition.'

'I'll take the last one.'

'Yeah, okay then.' Foldar left, and Slagor II yanked a struggling George out of the cell.

--

'Take a seat, my dear boy.'

George sat.

'Have your perfectly fine, not at all poisoned croissant. And tell me your name.'

'George.'

'George! Oh, yes, that's right! Eat your non-poisonous croissant, George!'

George picked up the croissant, and took a bite. He chewed, and swallowed, looking thoughtfull.

'Nice croissant.' he mumbled appreciatively, then shoved the rest of it into his mouth.

'Thank you.'

Slagor II smiled a nasty smile, picked George up off his feet, and slammed him back into his cell. He didn't need to interrogate this one, he and Foldar already knew all about him.

So, yeah. Please review, and I'm really really really really really really sorry.