Soren: I'm surprised...she updated.
Mallory: Soren, you know I've been busy!
Soren: You only spent a week on vacation...all the other time you could have updated. Funny Fact about miss RoRo here...she taught her grandmother how to crochet (pronounced kroshay) that's sortof like knitting...
Mallory: IT IS NOT LIKE KNITTING!
Soren: Yea it is you have yarn and you make stuff with stick(s)
Mallory: Besides Shorty can crochet too and he's a guy! Well he can also play the Ukulele.
Soren: I still don't understand why you call him shorty. He's 6'0" and You're 5'0"...that's a foot of difference.
Mallory: It's called irony
Soren: This is called a disclaimer...SHE DISCLAIMS!
Mallory: I don't even care!

Dream Magic

Sharkboy didn't know how long he stayed there just whisper/screaming Lavagirl's name. He was trying to make her eyes open by sheer force of will. Hoping that just maybe her breathing would even out and the bleeding would stop.

He was so caught up in trying to get her attention that he didn't notice Max start stirring. It started with a small groan that sent a fluttering to his eyelids before they finally opened. "Sh-Sharkboy?" he askeed as he sat up against the wall.

Sharkboy felt his heart jump. "LG!" he yelled excitedly.

Max groaned again. "No it's me." Max replied, putting hgis hand against his throbbing head. "Where are we?"

A dissapointed sigh escaped Sharkboy's lips, and he explained all that had happened.

By the time he was done explaining, Max was leaned up against the wall, inching himself toward Lavagirl. Once he reached her, he knelt down and tried to assess the damage. She was covered in bruises and small cuts, and had a few burns and a broken arm. The only major injury looked to be the six inch gash across her stomach.

Sharkboy, who was nervously clenchinhg and unclenching his fists, asked, "How is she?"

"It looks worse than it actually is. I just need something to stop the bleeding."

The only thing laying around loose in the room was a chain, so Max gave a defeated sigh and reached for the hem of his shirt.

"Uhhh...what are you doing Max?" Sharkboy asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"I have to stop the bleeding with something, "Max said with the roll of his eyes, "and there is no way to get your shirt off, and I don't have a death wish, so I'm not taking Lavagirl's shirt off. Mine is the only one left...obviously."

"Oh. I guess that makes sense." Sharboy leaned his head back against the cold stone of the wall while Max finished taking off his shirt, and closed his eyes. He didn't open them again until Max's voice broke the silence of the room.

"Why do you think you're the only one chained?" he asked.

Sharkboy tried and failed to shrug. "Lavagirl's obviously out of comission and you aren't really a threat except for your drea-WAIT! Can you do your dream magic?"

Max got a far-away look for a few seconds then shook his head. "No. My mind is still kind-of foggy from being knocked out. I can't concentrate on any-"

His sentence was interrupted by a small whimper from Lavagirl. She shot up the next second only to give a small scream as her arms flew to Max's shirt covering her wound. "Huh? I-I-whe-what-" she stammered.

Two expressions broke out on Sharkboy's face at once. One of worry and one of a nervous hope. "Lavagirl!" He shouted.

Her neck whipped around at the sound of his voice, and when her eyes found him she flashed him a watery grin.

"Sharky! I-AH!" Another cry of pain escaped her lips.

"Why don't you lay back down" Max advised, urging her to use his legs as a pillow.

She layed down with another whimper of pain. She closed her eyes, but didn't go to sleep. Instead she listened to Sharkboy and Max's conversation.

"Max, can you do your magic dream thing now?" Sharkboy asked.

"I'll try." There was a small silence, and she felt Max tense up under her, then the rustle of chains. "Almost." Another silence followed, before another rattle of the chains.

Sharkboy sighed. "How about you do your dream magic, and I pull?"

"Okay." This time the silence lasted only a second before the chains sounded. This time they were alot louder. A moment later the sound of a pop, then the chains dropping to the ground, and a gleeful shout from Sharkboy.

Lavagirl opened her eyes and lifted her head to see Sharkboy running over to her and Max.

She tried to speak when all the sudden another pain shot up her body and she cried out. Sharkboy gently switched her head over to his lap and started stroking her hair. "It'll be okay" he said.

No sooner had he spoke than The door was shoved open and Metamorpheo strolled in. He looked to where they were sitting and frowned. "Get the girl and the blonde boy and bring them. Leave the fishboy."

Sharkboy growled, but let out a cry of surprise as he was lifted from the ground and slammed to the wall.

"Why are you doing this?" He snarled.

"Simple. Revenge."

"Wha-" Metamorpheo held his hand up, to stop what he was going to say.

"I had all this power, all these abilities, but my brother was the special one." His fists clenched. "Just because he was the oldest he got all the praise, all the love; while I got labled a freak."

"What does this have to do with us?" Sharkboy demanded.

"Because," He started, "My brother was your dear father."

The door slammed with a thud as Max and lavagirl were dragged down the hall, and Sharkboy was dropped to the floor stunned.

Soren: That was the most Cliche ending you could ever giva a chapter...Rowan...RoRo?...Mallory? Huh guess she left. You know the drill, Hopefully...REVIEW...I guess that's i-
Mallory: Boo!
Soren: !
Mallory: HAHAHAHAHA! You should have seen your fa-OWW! You're...choking...me...can't...breathe!

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