"You've failed, Jade." A tall, dark form spoke.
"My apologies.." the rest of the sentence was to faded to hear.
"You were supposed to keep him from getting to the mortal! She would've been dead in another ten minutes!"
"Don't you yell at me! Rake should've finished her off!"
A growl, yelling and agruing. Where was I? I can't feel anything, it was as if I'd been numbed. Something approached behind me.
I bolted up. I now regret bolting up. "Aw, geez." I rubbed my leg. "Nix?" I looked over to my left. Hero was sitting on the foot of the bed. "Yeah?" I rubbed the tired from my eyes. "Are you alright?" Corcern shone in his eyes. "I'm fine..?" His shoulders relaxed. "You had me worried. You were rolling and thrashing a lot." I again stretched. "I'm.. alright."
What'd that been about? Probably my stupid imagination.
'The mortal'
'Him'
"Nix!" I somewhat gasped. "Huh-what?" I blinked rapidly. "You wouldn't respond to me." "Oh, sorry. I guess I zoned out." I was almost back in my world again when he spoke. "Well, we're the only ones up right now. I can throw breakfast together if you want anything." I nodded. "Sure." I threw myself over the side of hte bed, and habitly stood up. Then soon came crashing down. "Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck..!" I landed in a pair of arms. "Gotcha. Princess." I glared up at Herobrine. "I said not the call me that. Where'd it come from anyway?" He shrugged, helping me up. "I just knew it'd bug you." I glared. "Fine, then. You're Gumdrop." His face reddened. "Don't you dare!" I laughed. "Fine, fine, I won't." He calmed. "Pansy."
he shoved me lightly. "'Scuse me?"
"I said no smite, you fucktard!" I shouted, hitting respawn. "Haha. Aren't you supposed to be good at this, being an admin on a server?" I wacked him. "It's an rpg server!" He began virtually punching me. "Last I checked it was an Rpg and Pvp server." I punched him back. "Shut up."
"No fair! I'm telling mom!" I began to obnoxiously yell. "What-No, please!" "Mooom!" "I'm sorry!" "Moooooom!" "I'm sorry, please no!" "Mooooooom!" I broke into a fit of giggles.
Huh,
Mom.
How'd I felt about her? Something stings at the thought of her. Her and her perfect, fancyness, always trying to get me to be like her. Of course I was resistant.
"Nix?" I felt a force push against my arm. "Nix..!" I shook it off. "Stop poking me, Hero." He stuck his tounge out. "What was I supposed to do, you were in your own world again or something." I sighed. "Sorry."
So this chapter has no real point. I'm sorry, finals have been approaching and I've been stufying like a bitch. It's gotten to the point where I called my dad "The Proclomation of 1763" because he said I couldn't go to college in Nevada. Poooh.
I WAS DESPERATE TO POST, I'M SORRY ;=;