Chapter 4: We All Just Want to be BIG Rockstars
The clock ticked menacingly. The Volturi looked at where Edward and I sat invisibly.
The Volturi's friend, Steve Cunningham, who was with her, punched the zombie."You lied to us, you bastard, you said that this was her office… Janisa De'Loreal's!" he said to the Catholic zombie in the red cloak. They eyed each other.
The Volturi's cunning lips smiled, her face detached. She had blank eyes with the color blue in them, a pure blue, like a sky, but not a sky on a cloudy day. A blue sky. She smelled like blood, although I wouldn't have told it to her face: she looked far too nonplussed, and her mood was hanging dangerously on the tip of a knife. "Shhhh…"
They were quiet.
Edward said in a mental voice that "we don't have to worry," he said, "because they can't see us."
"But can they smell us?" I transmuted back.
Edward started to said that "I hadn't thought of that," but it was too late. His heart lay bleeding on the floor. The large staple remover that Volturi had borrowed from me earlier was dripping blood with reckless abandon. I used it to remove staples.
I slowly realized immediately that I was visible. "Shit" said I, "this is not good. I did not know you could move so quickly."
Volturi smiled, her blank eyes dully sitting on her pasty face, lips full and plump. Edward had been sitting up still but now he slumped over, his face dead, though I couldn't tell for sure. A gaping hole lay facedown on his chest, where his heart had been. "EDWARD!"
Volturi took me in both her arms. She growled. Then she fell, in slow motion. I could sense the time passing. A poison dart? No, it was not that, I could see no wounds.
Suddenly Leah Clearwater was there. She was the one who had growled! She said in a growling tone that "Janisa De'Loreal! Watch out! Come with me." She was carrying in her wolflike hands a megaphone with lightning patterns scratched down the side in sap-yellow paint. Its face part (where the sound comes from) looked just like the flowers on my genetically engineered Asparagus Fern. The brown mustard stripes were a nice touch.
I ran to her side and buried my face in her bosom. She patted my head. "But what of the zombie and Steve Cunningham, Leah Clearwater?" I said in an articulated voice, my tears drowning my prominent semi-symmetrical cheekbones. "I am so sad about Edward" I sobbed also.
"Do not worry, the Vampire Reduction Devices have a splash effect. The zombie is undead, and he has been affected very strongly. However, Steve is alive, but he ran away. I think he means to talk to the council Volturi" Leah Clearwater nodded sagely.
"WAIT!" I screamed with chutzpah. I looked on my desk (in my office) and there was no paper. The copyright form had been taken.
"They have the form" I shook with fury.
Clearwater screamed at the top of her lungs. The window shook angrily, then broke itself. Then the potted plant, I noticed, had been taken as well. "We are at a loss" I mentioned, and sat down upon my desk chair, weeping freely over the losses we had endured in our fight.
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