Sorry for the long wait, but school has been hectic, I've had the school, and I just discovered a new book series called The dark is rising by Susan Cooper, and I've been reading non-stop.
"Could we please try to retain a level of seriousness here please?" Begged August, rubbing the bridge of her nose in the classic 'I am sick of you inferior beings' pose.
"I am being completely serious here." I said sternly "I would like great with a monocle and a pimp cane! Just like Lucius Malfoy!"
"What's that?" Whispered Marcus, drawing his sword, and glaring at a piece of sheet metal which lay against a wall.
"Probably an inanimate object, hell-bent on staying exactly where it is." I replied "We should leave it alone, you have no idea what it could do."
"Ha ha." Spat Marcus dryly, creeping towards the wall, sword in hand. "Come on guys, you take the back, I'll take the front. Helen, just take this knife and try to tie your shoelaces." snapped my friend, handing me an imperial gold dagger.
Glaring at him, I bent down and tied up the laces of my converse. I just hate them when they go into cool, roman warrior mode, it's so annoying.
Of course, I didn't want to disturb their little party, so I watched cautiously from the sidelines as the three others crept up around the sheet of metal and ripped it up, throwing it to the floor.
"Look out, he can probably smell fear." I said, trying desperately to stifle my laughter at their stupidity as I stared at the adorable mutt puppy they had revealed.
"Shut up." Growled all three in unison. I just love making fun of them.
"Don't be loud, you'll scare the little thing." I said, moving towards the adorable brown puppy.
"No, Helen, don't pick it up." Groaned Marcus, as I picked up the little dear "No Helen, don't stroke it, you'll get attached."
"Shut up Marcus. Now, what to name you baby? Hmm?"
"No, you are not naming it. If you name it, it will only keep following us." Groaned Marcus.
"I hereby proclaim you, Simba!" I shouted proudly, raising the slobbering puppy into the air.
"It's a girl." Said Julius, smirking at my stupidity.
"You're ruining the moment." I hissed back angrily, clasping the newly-named Simba to my chest. "You're adorable anyway." I whispered back to the wiggling puppy, who then proceeded to lick my face to death.
"Helen, you are not keeping it."
"Why not? Reyna has dogs why can't I?"
"Because, dearest cousin," began August "Reyna's dogs are automatons, they don't vomit, chew things, or excrete…um…waste."
"I don't care, Simba is mine, all mine!" I screamed, kissing Simba's adorable pink nose. "aren't you little girl?"
"Come on, this place is obviously useless, let's just go already." Groaned Marcus, plainly desperate to cuddle with Simba (I just know he does)
"Yes, let's go get Simba a lovely warm bed and some cake!" I exclaimed loudly, nuzzling my new puppies warm neck.
"Dogs don't eat cake, it'll give them indigestion!" exclaimed August loudly, aghast at my naivety. "Haven't you ever read The Complete dog care book?"
"Simba can eat whatever she likes because she's the best dog in the world!" I screamed as the adorable puppy yipped in agreement and gave an extra strong tail-wag.
"Oh can we just kill them already?" moaned a feminine voice from behind us.
"Marcus, don't speak about Simba like that." Exclaimed August and I in unison.
"What?" he squawked "that wasn't me, that was one of the sphinxes…which are standing right behind us."
"Should we run?" I squeaked, desperately tugging on Julius' sleeve.
"Yes." Squealed the twins, as Marcus cried out "I do not sound like a girl!"
I really would have liked to say yes you do, but as we were being chased by a horde of hungry monsters, and he was definitely the most skilled with a sword, pissing him off may not be the smartest idea. Instead I settled for a quick shriek "Marcus, just RUN!"
From behind us came the steady patter of lions' feet on concrete. "Quick, they're getting away!" screeched one of the monsters, increasing her pace. You know, she really did sound weirdly like Marcus.
Unfortunately, now was not the time to dwell on the squeakiness of my post-pubescent friend's voice, no, now was definitely the time to run and hopefully not get killed.
"Helen, take the right path, we'll circle round and get them, okay?" shouted Julius, determination etched on every line of his face.
"Okay, be safe!" I shouted desperately, dashing around a corner. Of course it made me feel bad leaving them, but if I was honest with myself, I knew I would be nothing but a liability.
Unfortunately the splitting paths did not help me much as our attackers also changed paths.
"Why won't you just leave us alone." I cried out peevishly as I was forced to dash into a building in an empty hope that they wouldn't follow.
Now, cornering myself off, leaving no space to run probably wasn't the best of ideas, but as it turned out it was an even worse decision than anyone would have thought possible.
As I sprinted through a door and crashed to the floor the eyes of a hundred monsters, all forging weapons snapped on me.
Damn, that was a badly written chapter, I really shouldn't write when I have the flu.