Yet more short chapters as the current plot arc comes to a close, next one will have longer chapters. I swear.
Flame has a few inner monologues and an inner falling out, while Squirtle comes up with Plan B.
Episode Fourteen: Friendly Fire?
So, as fireballs were out of the question thanks to my conscience, we had to go with Plan B. Which turned out to be, more fireballs. Great. Stupid conscience. 'I think you're stupid too,' it countered. Now, there is nothing more annoying than having a disembodied voice that lives in your head badmouth you.
So, I set a potted plant on fire too take that little bit of rage out. Unfortunatly, I went a little overboard and the plant was incinerated. Oopsie. Anyway, I decided to ask, yes ask, Squirtle for help. Seeing as his idea wouldn't involve too many fireballs to civilians faces, I hoped.
"We pretend we're okay with everything. Perfume won't be around forever, so the moment she leaves Moron then we can ambush him," Squirtle said after a few seconds thought.
"But that involves me having to be nice," I whined.
"Yeah. Unfortunatly, I don't have anything to record you being nice. Oh well, I'll have to make do with imprinting the sight of you not going into homocidal rages into my memory"
Smug bastard. I need homocidal rages, they are like my air. But there was no other option that my conscience would follow, so I had to agree. Bloody conscience. If it didn't have the ability to cause me unlimited mental torture, I'd have ignored it and blasted Moron. (Note to self: find way to kill conscience)
"So, should we go back to our room then?" I asked, using the thought of extracting Moron's kidneys to keep my temper under control.
"Good idea. Oh, before I forget, we are not taking his kidneys."
"Eh? How did you know I was thinking of that?"
"Call it a hunch," Squirtle said, winking as he did so. Cryptic bastard.
'Wow, you really are using all your insults today,' my conscience laughed mentaly. Oh how I wanted to smash some sense into him. So I did.
Smashing your head against a brick wall is painfull, and stupid. But mainly painfull. Squirtle was looking at me funny, and not haha funny either, I can't describe it. It was a cross between confusion and amusment. Maybe with a little bit of fear thrown in for good measure.
He stopped after I stared at him for a half minute or so. 'Maybe, he's decided your are as sane as you normaly are. Although I have my doubts,' my conscience voiced it's opinion, which I ignored. No use getting into fights with your head, you always lose. Anyway, we both turned back into the corridoor and headed to our room. Good thing too, my legs felt like they were about too fall off. I needed a power nap, or two. Maybe three. 'Prat.'