It Continues original Chapter 6, a septimus heap fanfic

A/N: EDIT. I don't are if you review, I'm going to keep writing, I DON'T NEED THIS TORTURE!!! YOU DON'T KNOW HOW BORED I'VE BEEN!!!

Chapter Six

The party was a blast. Food, music, dance floor, soda…what more could you ask for?

Sarah was casually strolling through the crowds, occasionally waving to friends. As she yelled a joke after Silas' retreating back, she bumped into someone.

"Hey, watch out who you're crashing into, you fat—oh, hi Koran." He let out a grunt and said, "Why exactly are we having a party?" Sarah shrugged and started snapping her fingers as a good song came on. "Come on, kid, get with the program. We have a party at least every two weeks." Koran rolled his eyes.

The black-haired kid smiled as the song grew louder. "What is this?" he asked, gesturing at the multiple speakers. Sarah shrugged again. "I dunno, ask Marcus. He was supposed to be manning that stereo—so what the HECK is he doing over there!?"

Marcus was drinking punch and chatting with Kazzan, obviously not paying attention when Sarah walked over and grabbed his collar. "Sarah, what the frink—" "Why aren't you working the stereo?" she demanded, shaking him. "Oof! And I thought I was the heavyweight. What's the big deal? Rack wanted to work it, so I let him. He actually paid me to let him do it! Check it out--" Marcus held up some bills. "—five sweet dollars."

Sarah sighed and snatched the money. "You don't deserve that—YOINK!" Laughing, she darted through Kia and Shian blabbing about something, and stopped by the curtains to the back. She walked through and heard some muttering. "Now, if I want it to play this, I have to insert the CD and then press the triangle—oh, wait, that's a square. Hmm. Oh, this is stupid! Why can't I just walk up to—Sarah, what are you doing up here?!"

His eyebrows shot straight up and he clutched the CD to his chest. Sarah met his gaze evenly. "What, am I not allowed to come up here? I guess you don't want your money back, then." "Huh? No, give." She tossed the bills over her shoulder and added, "You're a guest. So get off the machine, that's Marcus' job." "I-I just—" "What? Spit it out." She stared at him, and Sarah saw his pupils go from large to tiny specks in the golden irises.

"I want to do karaoke," he mumbled. "But I'm, uh…" "Shy, yeah, everybody gets the heebidibajeebies. You just gotta walk up there and do it."

Rack nodded and got up, walking to the curtains.

But then he slipped. And fell.

"Ow!" He winced. "I think I twisted my ankle." "Try and stand on it," suggested Sarah. Rack grabbed on to a table but his face immediately twisted in pain. "I can't. It hurts." He fell again. Sarah held out a hand. "Come on" she said, "I'll take you to Uncle Sep." He stared at her and his mouth dropped open.

"Well, don't just sit there, get up or do you want to rot?" "I'm coming" he said hastily, and grabbed her hand. Surprised at her strength, he allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. She yelled, "UNCLE SEP!!" down the steps, and soon his head poked through. "What's up?" "I twisted my ankle," said Rack through gritted teeth, and Septimus frowned. "Come on, kid, I'll get you to someone." He led Rack off and Sarah looked after him for a minute, and then muttered. "Ankle, pah. Only part of it" and walked down the stairs.

Meanwhile, Koran was eating a cocktail weenie and staring off into space as a slower song came on. Some kid sat next to him. "Hey, you're Koran, right?" He looked over. "Yeah" he said. The kid grinned. "I'm Rian. I think I've seen you before, or someone like you." The kid was about 15, with scraggly tawny hair and bright green eyes. He wore a gray tunic and a gold belt. His eyebrows were slanted. Koran frowned. He was sure he knew this Rian, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Who are your parents?" Koran asked. Rian shrugged. "I dunno. I work at the boatyard, 'cause my uncle works there too, and he lets me live with him. He's pretty stone-hearted, but he's funny too." "Hmm, what's his—" "Hey, Rian!" The 15-year-old turned his head and waved at a few friends. "See ya, Merrin, I mean Koran." "Wait!" Koran called. "Do you know a kid named Rack?" But Rian was gone. "Huh!" Koran grunted, and went back to staring.

Sarah decided to hit the dance floor, so she ran home and changed into a T-shirt and shorts. When she came back, she was surprised by who had decided to go karaoke.

Koran was up there, grinning determinedly.

Sarah smirked. Might as well wait until he's done, she thought.

Guitar started to play on the speakers, and Koran prepared himself. Sarah sat back and waited on a bench. "Maybe he's got potential," she said to Milo, who was next to her. Milo nodded and then the song began.

"Well, it would've been, could've been worse than you would ever know;
Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio."

Sarah found herself nodding to the beat and she grinned. Koran was pretty good.

"Oh, it should've been, could've been worse than you would ever know;
Well, you told me about nowhere well it sounds like someplace I'd like to go."

"People were clapping and cheering and Koran decided to turn a few dance moves while there were no lyrics.

"Oh, it could've been, should've been worse than you would ever know;
Well, the windshield was broken but I love the fresh air ya know;
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)"
"Oh, it would've been, could've been worse than you would ever know, oh!
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)
Oh, we talked about nothing, which was more than I wanted you to know-oh-oh-oh-oh;
Now here we go!

"I wonder where he heard this song," Nora said as she sat down near Sarah.

"Oh! It would've been, could've been worse than it had even gone
Well, the car was on blocks, but I was already where I want;
(It was impossible, we ran it good, we ran it good)"
"Why should we ever even ever really even get to know?
(It was impossible, we ran it good, we ran it good)
Oh if the world don't like us it'll shake us just like we were a co-oh-oh-oh-old;
Now here we go!"

Rian walked up and sat next to Nora. "Hey, who are you guys?" he asked them as Silas and Marcus sat down too. "Why, we're the Royal Rambles! You mean you don't know who we are?" demanded Sarah. He shook his head. "I'm not from around here. My uncle said that I was born in a place out of the castle."

"Well we scheme and we scheme but we always blow it
We've yet to crash, but we still might as well enjoy it
Standing at a light switch to each east and west horizon,
Every dawn you're surprising,
And the evening was consoling
Saying, 'See it wasn't quite as bad as—'
Well, it would've been, could've been worse than you would ever know."

"I was patiently erasing and recording the wrong episodes
After you had proved my point wrong,
It wasn't like I'd let it go, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh;
I just wanted to catch the last laugh of this show."

"I'm Rian," said the 15-year-old. "I'm Sarah, this is my brother Milo, my adoptive cousins Marcus, Silas, and Nora." Marcus narrowed his eyes and stood next to Rian, looking up at him. "You know, you look a lot like my dad." "What's his name?" asked Rian. "Nicko. At least, that's what everyone calls him."

"Yeah, it would've been, could've been worse than you would ever know.
Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio.
(The dashboard melted, but we ran it good, we ran it good)

"Hard-wired to conceive, so much we'd have to stow it
Even needs have needs, tiny giants made of tinier giants.
Don't wear eyelids so I don't miss the last laugh of this show
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)

"Oh, we could've been, should've been worse than you would ever know.
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)
Well, you told me about nowhere well it sounds like someplace I'd like to go-oh-oh-oh-oh
Now here we go!

"Oh it would've been, could've been worse than you would ever know."

The crowd erupted into cheers and Rian said, "I've gotta go. It was nice meeting you guys. Hey, that kid, what's his name—Merrin?" He pointed up at the karaoke stand. "Koran" Sara corrected. "Why Merrin?" Rian shook his head. "I dunno. Just something about him—makes me think of his father." Sarah stood up quickly, almost knocking her chair over. "Father?" "That's it!" Rian snapped his fingers. "His father's name is Merrin Meredith." Milo snorted. "What a stupid name. No wonder Koran didn't take it."

"You got a last name?" Sarah asked Rian. "Well, I don't know. When my uncle calls me by my last name, he says 'Gringe'…but say it: 'Rian Gringe'." Marcus grinned. "Sounds like some kind of skin disease." "I know. One time my uncle called me 'Heap'." Silas' mouth dropped open. "HEAP??!!" He turned to Nora and yelled, "GOOD GOD, HE'S RELATED TO US!!"

"Wait, seriously? You're a Heap?" Nora looked at Rian interestedly. He shrugged. "I honestly don't know." "Well, let's see how many uncles we have" said Marcus. "Sep: no wife, no kids. Jo: wife, one kid. Sam: wife, two kids. Edd: wife, one kid. Erik: no wife, no kids. And there was one more…I forgot his name." "Hmm…can you remember your mother's name?" Then Koran came in. "Hey, guys. Oh, I see you've met Rian."

"RIAN! GET YOUR BUM OVER HERE RIGHT NOW, OR NO PAY FOR A WEEK!!" "Coming, Unk!!" yelled Rian. "Sorry, peeps, I've gotta split. See you later?" "See ya" said Koran, and then Rian was gone. "You know Rian?" Sarah asked Koran. "Yeah, we talked for a bit."

The party ended soon after that, for it was 10:00. Koran told the others what he knew about Rian, then they went their separate ways.

Meanwhile, Rian's dreams were disturbed by a dark stranger with no name, just wild straw-colored hair and green eyes…

A/N: Yay for making more random family members! If you can guess who Rian is, you win a Spit Fyre plushie and a cookie :DD

Lol, some RackxSarah at the beginning, there. But it won't turn out how you think...