Things are getting quite crazy, hu? Well, that's adventure for you. Here's the next chapter for all you lovely people! Disclaimer~I do not own these characters.
Honey
I woke up with a slight headache. I looked around. I was in a very nicely lit chamber, filled with paintings and drawings of animals. One of them was a beaver. "If Sugar was here, she would say it's Justin Beaver." I giggled. Then, I went back to seriousness. "First question, where am I?" I asked myself. Suddenly, a giant rock started rolling over to create an entrance. A giant wolf that I saw earlier walked in. He was very muscular, but most of that mussel was covered by his dark gray hair. As he walked over to me, I saw he was missing an eye, poor thing, and I couldn't help but to stair. [Yes, Cocoa, I know staring is impolite, may I just finish? Who's telling the story here anyway? Sorry, dear reader!] So, as I watched, I also waited to see what was my doom.
Finally, after about an hour of circling, the giant wolf sat down. "State your name." he said. Boy did he have a low voice. It was so low, I thought an earthquake was coming. I calmed myself down, then said, "Honey, age fourteen." [Two years for the humans, Sugar!] The wolf kept looking at me as if I was a sausage. "You know, if you're going to eat me, I suggest you start with my head, because if you do, there won't be very much screaming." I told him. The wolf laughed. "You are a funny omega." He told me. I was puzzled. "Omega? What in the name of Abraham Lincoln's third son is an omega?" I asked. The wolf shrugged. "Someone who's at the end of the pack for us wolves." I still had no idea what he was talking about. "I don't believe you have told me your name." I demanded. The wolf laughed again. "I am Duke, age sixteen." He told. I couldn't help but to nod. "I have two other questions for you," I barked. Duke nodded for me to continue. "Where am I, and why did you pounce on me?" I asked. Duke lowered his head. "I was afraid you would ask that." He grumbled. "Well?" I demanded. "I am afraid that is classified information, you must talk to my brother, Skid." I couldn't understand. "Why can't you tell me, Duke?" I asked, hoping for a good enough answer. He frowned. "I…I just can't, okay!" he snapped. I whined like I just got a terrible cut. Duke stepped back. "I must go." He reported. As Duke started walking back through where he came from, he turned to me, and gave me an I'm-sorry- I-couldn't-answer-all-your-questions expression. Finally, he walked out, closing the opening behind him.
It had seemed like hours since I talked with Duke. I honestly felt bad for him. He had classified information [It means you can't tell something for some reason, or at least that's how it sounds like.] and he lost an eye. How many times do you hear or see that? Anyways, so, as I looked around, I wondered if there was a secret compartment where I could possibly try to get into so I could get out of this creepy place. Nothing. Nothing of the sort. Now that bummed me out. "Don't worry, I bet the gang is looking for you right now." I told myself. Then, I thought of Pepper and Cocoa's "moment". "Oh, forget it!" I cried. "They won't find me, I bet they're having a party because I'm not here." A tear rolled down my cheek. "No, no more tears.'' Father would tell me. "Crying won't get you through any tough situations." Suddenly, I heard screaming coming from…above me? I looked up to find a trapdoor, but I only got a brief moment before I was crushed by a brown and black lump.
Author: Yikes.
Honey: Why me?
Author: Why not you?
Honey: *giving stink eye*
Author: read and review... and don't hurt me?