Again, sorry I haven't updated, I've been busy. I hope you'll enjoy this Chapter, it was fun. (Oct chapter: Just in case I don't get to, and because I've already forgotten, Happy Thanksgiving Canadians, and Happy Halloween in the future.)
We came into Paris at noon. It's just as I remember it from the few moments that I went there, the streets full of dog poop, what is it with these people and dogs? It was a cloudy autumn day, and the wind was blowing. People were eating out in cafés, and that seemed to draw in Jack's interest.
"Hey look, lunchtime in Paris," Jack said.
"That it is," I said blatantly.
"Even with me around, dampening the weather, the people take their time to enjoy their meal."
"Really now?" I said, not really interested.
"You know, the few moments I was ever here, I always wondered what Paris food tasted like."
"Why don't you try some?" I asked sarcastically.
"I would, but I would probably just frost it, you know with … the rules … people being around."
"Tell me about it," I said trying to brush it off.
"Why don't you ever do it, I mean, you can, and people would just think it was just an illusion."
"Eating never really interested me, especially the food from my nemesis' hometown," I said quickly.
"Are you sure? People say Paris food tastes really good, with all the different French bread and pastries, oops! Forget I said the last part."
"I'm not going to go sugar crazy over a bon-bon, even if you paid me!"
'You never know,' said a tiny voice in my head.
'Shut up Mini-me!' I mentally yelled.
"I'm just saying, Ema," said Jack. "You don't know what you're missing out on."
"If you put it that way, I guess we could stop for a bite to eat, it is lunchtime. We could even bring Cupid something."
"You're being sarcastic, aren't you?"
"No, really," I said, popping up a sandwich on a plate. "I thought I could bring her something like a KNUCKLE SANDWHICH!" At the end of that, I made a fist punch out of the sandwich, and the sandwich disappeared.
"You still want to hurt Cupid, don't you?"
"Yep, and let me guess, you wanted to get my mind off it by talking about lunch."
"Yeah, in hindsight, I should have known it wasn't going to work. You are very determined."
"Yeah, I know," I said proudly. I'm angry at Cupid and I'm going to stay angry with her.
"No hurting her, alright."
"For the millionth time, 'I promise,'" I said mockingly.
"Just have to make sure, where does Cupid live anyway?"
"Isn't it obvious? Where would someone like Cupid reside, The catacombs!"
"What?!" Jack jumped. "Are you serious?"
"I thought you'd be able to tell if I was lying," I said smiling.
"Can't be too sure, you've tricked me before."
"A while ago, you said you didn't need my tell."
"There are some things I can tell, and some things I can't, and I don't look into Cupid's life"
"Cupid will be hurt to hear that," I said mockingly, you should all know I don't really care about her.
"Don't tell me she lives underground with the bones."
"Are you afraid of the dark, Jack?"
"No, I took on the boogeyman."
"That doesn't mean you weren't afraid."
"No, I'm not afraid of the dark," he said matter-of-factly, but he might have just said that for me.
"People say Love and Death are a lot alike, why wouldn't she reside there?"
"I just don't imagine it as a place she would stay, I mean she flies around a lot, so she wouldn't want to be cooped up underground, and wouldn't she need a high place to shoot arrows at people?"
"She could shoot from underground."
"No she can't," That's when he noticed something. "You're lying."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are, you're turning white." What else was I supposed to say, I'm afraid you'll find out the truth.
"Fine, I'm lying. She doesn't live in the catacombs; she lives in the tip top of the Eiffel tower, even though she seems to be the type to live in the catacombs."
"Alright, now let's go, I'll race you."
BAMBAMBAMBAMBAM; I was thundering my fist on Cupid's door.
"CUPID! OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW, OR YOU'LL FEEL MY WRATH!"
After racing Jack (with me winning, of course.), I made it to Cupid's front door, and all the anger I held in for Jack, was released at that moment. I was in so much redness and flames the door might have caught illusionary fire.
As I flamed on, a message of hearts appeared on the door. It said:
You seriously expect me to be threatened by some second-rate archer? Get lost, Ema!
That made me so mad! Angrier then I was the moment before! I pulled out my sword and instantly, in my rage, it turned into a flame sword. I started using it to whack, hack and ram the door.
"CUPID, I WILL CHOP YOU TO PIECES!"
"Ema!" I heard Jack from behind me, looks like he finally made it. I snapped my head to look at him, and my face was in a snarl.
"Ah!" Jack jumped. I continued whacking away at the door.
"Ema, you promised 'no maiming.'"
"GET BACK, JACK! I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU!" I continued hacking the door for a few more seconds, then Jack put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Ema, chill!" I felt a small layer of frost line my shoulder and the flames went out in an instant. I started rubbing my shoulder, trying to melt the frost.
"You know the flames weren't real, right? That was cold."
"I felt it was necessary. You are very scary when you are angry." There he was again with the scary while angry, I didn't like that idea. The idea made me think back to Pitch's offer, how he said we were alike.
"I'll try to keep calm," I said desperately.
"Okay," said Jack. "Now let's try not to murder anybody." He knocked on the door.
"I already told you to go away Ema; I'm not in the mood for a decade dual," We heard on the other side of the door.
"It's me, Jack," he called. "I was wondering if I could-"
Before he could even finish his sentence, the door burst open, and there was Cupid. That devil in disguise. She had baby blonde hair that as long as it took to reach the top of her wing stubs, wings being just as you would imagine Angel wings. She had pink burettes and blue eyes, rosy cheeks and red lips. She wore a red dress, quarter-sleeved and short-skirted. On her back, she had a pink quiver where she held her pink bow, and arrows with red-heart tips. On her feet, her tiny feet, she had little pink slippers, and they never even touched the ground! You have feet, and wear shoes, for a reason!
"Jack, you came to see me," she said with joy. "And you brought her with you," she said dismally.
"More like she brought me," said Jack. "Can we come inside?"
"I assume if she brought you, I guess she can, but no funny business."
And thus, we went inside the home of my nemesis.
How was that chapter? I found it very interesting to write that chapter, I even included an Elvis reference. At least we're finally meeting Cupid, and you can see how much Ema hates her. So, stay tuned, next chapters are going to be fun. Make sure to leave your thoughts in the reviews.
