Soz, this is kinda rushed. The reasons being I'm going to a concert in a few hours and need to get ready. Apologies for my failed attempt at not leaving things until the last minute.
Thanks to Live Love Dasey for being the one and only reviewer this week. I'd also like to thank Live Love Dasey for her supportive and inspiring comment. Thank you! :]
A little gixie with red hair snuck through the shabby, mouldy door. She stiffened when it creaked and listened intently to any signs of suspicion from the two men below. A short, murmured remark was heard, then a guffaw from the other cove. Red breathed out a sigh of relief.
She tip-toed across the rotten, creaky landing, careful not to make any noticeable sound. Instead of going down the steps she leapt onto the rickety banister and slid downwards, wincing as it splintered her bum. The guards she had heard before were still there, gambling with a deck of cards.
The next step was probably the hardest part of her plans. She did not want to enter with guards at her back, she wanted to see her brother alone. Curse this damn floor for making so much noise!
Red had obviously underestimated them, though. She crept towards them, quiet as a mouse, and knocked the first man out with a swift kick to the head. A heartbeat later and the other cove was obviously in shock as he did not shout for help like he was s'posed to. Red punched him in the jaw and he was out cold.
Not batting an eyelash, she skipped merrily to the door in front of her, happy that she had succeeded. She opened it ever so slightly, so that the gap between the door and the frame was only a finger's width apart. Peeking through, she suddenly had a growing feeling in her gut.
One eleven year old boy noticed the large, brown doe-eye in the doorway. He sat on his blue, shell-encrusted throne like royalty, his short, bright blue hair sticking out in oddly angled spikes. "Come, Red. What do you have prepared for me?" The little lad spoke with the authority of a god, a surprising mature voice coming from that little mouth.
The little gixie with the Mohican swung open the mouldy door with the enthusiasm of a babe having their first taste of iced cream. It ricocheted off the wall behind it, the whole house shaking from the force of the blow.
"Hey, little brov! How yer doin'?" Red grinned.
Her supposed little brother twitched his cute button nose at her rude mannerisms. He closed his massive, bright blue eyes and massaged his temples, breathing out a harassed sigh. "You call me the little brother, yet I have always been more of an adult than you," came his reply.
"Awww, c'mon. Lighten up, little one," the gixie seemed to take great pleasure in annoying the lad. "Remember when I bathed you in our little paddling pool, or wiped the mushy food from your mouth?"
"Please do not insult me, Red. And how many times must I tell you to call me Blue?"
"A' least once more, little 'un, as always," Red replied.
"Enough of this pointless bickering. Why have you come here, Red, and why did you feel the need to attack my guards?"
"Eh, they were useless fools anyway," the gixie with the shaven hair muttered.
"You still have another question to answer."
"Fine! 'ave you ever heard of Beka Cooper?" Red burst out.
Blue's eyes widened. "The Bloodhound?"
"Yeah, well apparently," Red put great emphasise on this word. "Apparently she's got a bit of magic on 'er."
Blue relaxed from his tense position upon his throne. "I already knew this, Red."
The gixie rolled her eyes. "Don't cha geddit? She's got summink to do with the Black God!"
Blue opened his mouth, then closed it again, then opened it in a very good imitation of a goldfish. "That's impossible! The Black God has no living relations."
"That's what I mean, Blue. She's way older than both of us, too. The Black God 'as obviously bin 'iding stuff from us!"
"Red, as interesting as this appears to be, I do not see any threats. She's living her life as a normal woman, as should you." Blue held his upright arm towards Red, as if to say 'stop talking now'. It worked, as the gixie shut her gob.
"Fine!" Red cried. "But I'm warning yer, this'll end bad. I can feel it, Blue! I always know when summink bad is gonna happen!"
She ran out of the wooden, smelly, rotten building and slammed the door behind her. A chunk of rubble fell to the floor as she did so, landing in front of Blue's throne. The gixie trampled the two guards -whom were stirring from their slumber- successfully knocking them out once again. She climbed the rickety staircase and was ashamed to admit that there were tears in her eyes.
"Damn him," she forcefully ground out. "He can feel it too, I know it!"
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