Eri... your story pwns. ;D That's all. It just does. Write more! =D
Oh yeah, and
can I be in it? if you were thinking about putting me in, definitely don't, I'm way too normal to be in a great story like this... -/reverse psychology attempt-
Thanks again for the great comments, everyone. ^^
Part Numero Cuatro (not Tres!)
Exhausted, Kat wiped her brow. Sweat had cluttered on her forehead and she was breathing heavily as she sat down, nursing a bruised arm.
“There are too many.” she whispered. Gail, who was examining my ankle, which was swollen and red, nodded in silent agreement. I sighed, picked up my katana and gazing into it.
Imagine my shock when I saw Nick’s face in it and not my own.
I screamed and jumped, rolling over onto my ankle and yelping out in pain. Gail jerked backwards and slammed into Kat, who let out an “oof!” noise and toppled over.
Nick toppled down from the top of the brick wall. “Rider’s mad at me.” he announced.
“Spiffy.” Fj0rd said. “There are a bunch of killer regulars mad at us and attacking.”
“Everyone’s just having a wonderful day.” Carrie muttered darkly.
Nick surveyed the alley, watched Erika attempt to defend herself with the shield, watched Patrick get kicked in the knee by a Regular, watched Eggz crumple to the ground with a fatal blow. Finally he said, “Rider could help us.”
“Rider?”
“Yeah, she’s pwn their butts.”
Kat considered. “Maybe I should go unfreeze her.”
“Unfreeze her?”
“Yeah…because I froze her before when she was bickering.”
Nick’s eyes grew large. “Can…can frozen people hear?”
“I suppose so. I’m too good to be frozen myself,” Kat smiled like a fashion model here, “but I presume that they can still hear…just can’t move.”
“Rider’s gonna kill me.” Nick said, right before he burst into tears.
* * *
“I’m still bored.” Tracy groaned.
“We realize that.” Ducky snapped, irritable.
“Hey, quit it!” Spot said, accidentally ripping one of her daisy. Fuming, she cried, “Now look what you’ve done!” She held up the ruined daisy chain.
“How in the world did I do that? You were one being clumsy!” Ducky rebuked; agitated.
“She’s right, you know.” Mindela put in, fiddling with a blade of grass.
“Why are you all ganging up on me?” Spot cried, tossing her daisy chain away.
Linny slouched in and plopped down on the grass. “Stupid cops…laughed at me when I went to the station to ask them where Privet Drive was.”
“I would laugh too.” Sharla quipped.
“What’s that supposed to me?” Linny fumed. She never got an answer – Spot had tried to tackle Ducky but missed and gotten Sharla.
“Oy! What was that for?” Sharla cried, and then there was the sound of a slap, Spot’s whimpers, and clawing. Tracy hurried over and tried to pull the girls apart, but ended up receiving a kick in the ankle. Indignant, she joined the scuffle as well, yanking Linny’s hair. A wild hand grabbed Ducky’s wrist and she ended up in the middle of the entanglement. Embroiled in the conflict, Mindela sat, sighing.
“We need to get the NTWF back.”
* * *
“My nose,” Ginger thought.
“Oh man, it itches!” she tried desperately to move her fingers for the umpteenth time but couldn’t.
“Bathroom bathroom cheesemonky Superman McDonalds bathroom soda bathroom…” NSQ’s thoughts ran wild, most concerning the bathroom.
“I’m going to kill that dog.” Rider thought, and inwardly smiled at the thought of whacking Nick with her brand-new shield.
* * *
Kat pushed her way through the crowd, trying to get through to the end. I limped along, leaning in Sammy occasionally for support, though my katana was making a sturdy crutch. We were coming to the very end when a large boy came before us. “Hold it, punks.” he said, practically growling at us.
This was a bad thing to say to the obviously flustered Kat. Five minutes later he was a slug whom I happily decapitated with my katana. Moving on again, towards the Catacombs…towards our frozen allies.
We never did get to them. All of a sudden Sammy cried, “Oh my gosh! Kat, look!”
Tumbling down the street was a wild bundle of girls, like a giant rolling snowball of humans – scratching, kicking, clawing. I swear I heard a snarl and a roar. Sammy shoved me out of the way, and Kat leapt in front of them.
“Oy, yous!” Kat said, not caring about her imperfect grammar. The mass stopped, heads poked out. Tracy, with a long scratch running down the right side on her face. Linny, sporting a bleeding lip and a bruise blossoming on her wrist. Ducky, with a black eye and scraped up hand. Spot, baring her teeth and holding a bleeding elbow. Sharla, who’d gotten the worst of it, with a bloody nose, two black eyes, and scratches running down her face. She punched Spot one more time, more out of spite than defense.
Kat pointed towards the alleyway. “See those people up there? Blokes in black?” The girls gazed over, shoving each other aside in order to see first.
“Yeah?” Spot said. “What about ‘em?”
“Go unleash your anger on
them.” Kat said, excited.
The girls looked at each other, consulting with their eyes. Finally, Tracy shrugged. “Why not?” she smiled. The girls raced over, pushing each other in order to reach the alley first.