Skulduggery Pleasant Fan-Fic: Chapter 1

This takes place after the events of End of the World. Yeah, that’s right; it’s a Skulduggery Pleasant fan-fic. Normally, I wouldn’t touch this with a ten foot pole, because it’s so easy to get wrong. But I have this idea and the only way to introduce it well is with this.

The girl and the tall man crept through the growth. Though the girl was now closer to a young woman and the man was a skeleton, it was close enough. It was late at night, with the moon high in the sky, almost full. The skeleton had an old gun about and the girl was crouching down low, both of them at the ready. They were in Scotland, the highlands to be more precise. They were deep in a forest, with the moon hanging over them and no idea where exactly they were.

“Skulduggery,” the girl whispered. “Where are we going?”

“Onwards, my dear Valkyrie,” the skeleton said with a wave of his arm. He was whispering as well. “And with any luck, out.”

  “So, in other words, you don’t know?”

Skulduggery tilted his head. “You learn quickly,” he said appraisingly.

“I’m spending way too much time with you, in other words.”

“Do you have anyone else to spend it with?”

“Yes.”

“Let me rephrase.  Do you have anyone else to spend it with who’s nearly as good as I am?”

“Yes.”

Skulduggery looked down at her. “Then why are you here?” he asked as if he wasn’t the one who had convinced her to come. He didn’t even tell her why they were here, or why they got out of the car and took a walk through the forest. Valkyrie was about to reply scathingly, but Skulduggery froze.

He was looking to his right, completely still. After a few seconds, he slowly brought his gun up and aimed it at the space he was looking at.

Valkyrie stared at the spot, but it was very dark, and she could barely see a metre ahead of herself. Skulduggery had told her not to make any fire, so instead she focused on the air currents. There was a slight breeze and the forest was very crowded, so for an elemental of her level it was almost impossible to tell if anything was there. But then she found something. Something big. The only movement it made was a slight breathing, in and out.

Skulduggery tilted his head, the gun still aimed at the spot where the thing was. He thumbed back the hammer. This was the wrong move. The thing started growling, and by the sound of it, Valkyrie could tell it was very big, bigger than she thought it would be.

There was a rustling as the thing stepped forward over leaves and branches. Skulduggery glanced quickly at Valkyrie, and then fired the gun.

There was a flash from the muzzle of the gun, and a pained howling that reverberated around the forest. Valkyrie’s heart leaped as she hears other howls from a distance.

The howl from the beast in front of them turned into a roar, and the thing leapt into sight, knocking Skulduggery over. When Valkyrie saw it, she gasped.

It was a wolf. Not just any wolf, this was bigger than a lion. Its eyes glowed red and its teeth were monstrous. Valkyrie’s head could have fitted in its muzzle without her touching a tooth. Its paws where as big as one of the Bentley’s tires.  Its fur was grey, and Valkyrie could see a small bullet hole nears its shoulder. At least it was small on the wolf. Its glowing red eyes ran over Valkyrie when she gasped, and it took a step towards her.

There was another flash and the wolf roared again. It spun around to Skulduggery. Valkyrie would have tried to help, if it wasn’t for another wolf jumping out from the right into the small clearing they were in. It quickly looked at the first wolf, then at Valkyrie. It was the same as the other wolf expect its fur was a darker grey, almost black and there were no bullet holes in it. It looked at Valkyrie with those red eyes and she realised that it looked very hungry.

She tightened her fist and shadows formed on it, barely visable in the light. She whipped her hand across the air and shadows ripped across the monsters face. It jerked back. Valkyrie couldn’t see what kind of damage she did, but it looked more angry than frightened. It lowered itself to the ground, and looked like it was going to pounce. Valkyrie reacted without thinking, and clicked her fingers. A fireball formed and she threw it at the wolf. This time it leapt back, just managing to avoid the fireball. It hit the ground and began to burn ferociously. She realised that the leaves were making it burn faster, and there were a lot of them on the ground. The wolf paced around, so now Skulduggery and the other wolf were directly behind her instead of at her left.  It was wary now, but she could tell it wasn’t going to give up. She could hear Skulduggery and the other wolf fight behind her, but she couldn’t tell what was happening. Then a third wolf appeared, coming from in between two trees.

This was too much. “Skulduggery,” Valkyrie called out, spinning around to him. She saw him on the ground with the wolf standing over him, but a second later he pushed the air and the wolf stumbled back. He rolled over and jumped up to meet Valkyrie. He grabbed her quickly and a second later they were shooting upwards. She quickly looked down the see one of the huge wolfs step on the fire, putting it out and the other two watching them fly away.

Why Not?

Sparky was lying on her mattress. Her left arm and leg was dangling over the side, resting on the dusty concrete ground. She was looking at the ceiling, and had been for the past few months. She sat up suddenly, wincing. She had no idea how many months it had been. A fair few, she wagered. Eight? Nine? She lay back down again, into her previous position. She let her mind wander once more. But now she was focused on something. Months and months of not doing anything, not eating, not moving. Even in her current condition, she should be doing something. She’d been to prisons before, never in a cell for doing something, but she had been to them before. Sparky stood and began pacing. But then again, those were human prisons. Mortal prisons. Prisons where you could earn your way out. Not this kind of prison. Not the Gaol. She wasn’t meant to be there. Her friends should’ve broken her out ages ago. Sparky’s vision blurred suddenly and she backed into the wall. Now she could remember why her mind had been wandering so freely. Her friends had this huge plan. She’d stuck her neck out for them, taken the blame, accepted the responsibility and landed herself in jail. She knew it was going to happen, it was all part of the plan. But now, Sparky was unsure of whether the plan was only made to get her in prison.

‘Why did I remember?’ she whispered, a lone tear rolling off her nose. She banged her fist against the wall and hollered. She willed electricity to spark at her fingers, but she knew it was fruitless. She lay back down in the mattress, staring at the wall this time. Her cell door swung open slowly.

‘Huh…?’ she breathed, lifting her head. She stood up and cautiously made her way to the door. She stepped out, hidden by the shadow of the doorway. It was obviously night-time, because the lights weren’t on. She felt a rush as her magic tingled through her veins. She felt electricity form in the centre of her palm, but she didn’t let it be seen by those who may be nearby. A voice echoed through the passage.

‘Sparky?’ it was Zathract Mist’s voice, Sparky was sure of it. She didn’t say anything. Another voice, a different one, said something this time.

‘Are you there?’ that was Nixion Strange. A third voice called out.

‘Did we pick the right cell?’ Lynxia Lost. Without a doubt.

‘Who’s there?’ Lavender Hope. Were they finally breaking Sparky out? To Sparky’s surprise, instead of remorse or joy, she felt rage. It was rising through her body, but she forced it away. ‘Don’t waste it all at once.’ She thought sourly. Once again, electricity pooled into her palms, but this time her hands curled into fists and electricity surged around her hands. She opened her mouth and forced herself to keep her voice from trembling.

‘What took you so long?’ Sparky asked into the darkness. The was a moment where you could only hear the electricity snapping at the air.

‘There was an urgent-‘ Zathract started.

‘An urgent what, Zathract?’ Sparky said bitterly. She heard an intake of breath somewhere along the hall. ‘Forget, I’m out of here.’ Sparky finished. She splayed her hands and a shockwave rippled outwards. Nothing physical happened, but Sparky knew that everyone in the room would be momentarily confused. In that moment she blurred out of the hallway. She skidded to a stop and hide under a desk. Lynxia, Zathract, Lavender and Nixion all clattered out of the Gaol. Sparky inched backwards and her foot hit something. She looked backwards and smiled. She knew what this door lead to. She snuck in and flicked on the lights.

'Whoa...' Sparky had just entered the Sanctuary's armoury. Weapons of every sort rested upon these shelves. Guns, swords, knives, daggers, explosives- The works. She practically danced through the shelves and searched for her own weapon.

'Ah, you beauty.' she whispered, grabbing the handle of her Makhaira and sliding it into its spot in her belt.

'That's better.' she exhaled. She crept back out, just in time to see the four others clatter around the corner, guided by a flame in Zathract's hand. Sparky knew that they would try to find her, but she didn't want to bother herself with such trivial activities. She walked along casually, making her way to the exit. She walked up the stone steps and out into the open. She felt cool, crisp, fresh air against her skin. She took a step forward. She heard a noise behind her. Without a sound, Sparky stepped into the shadows and saw Lynxia walk out, muttering.

'I don't see the point in standing out here. If Sparky has already left, she would be long gone by now. I hope she hasn't left.' Lynxia went on like this and Sparky watched her intently, debating over what she should do next. Sparky reached out slowly and tapped Lynxia's shoulder. Lynxia turned and gasped.

'Sparky, I-'

'Night night, sweetheart.' Sparky said sweetly, driving her fist into Lynxia's temple. Lynxia collapsed and Sparky caught her before she hit the ground. Sparky rested Lynxia on the ground gently, then ran to the other side of the street. From her vantage point Sparky could hide and watch. After a few minutes Zathract came out, saw Lynxia and swore. He growled, picked Lynxia up and walked back into the building. Five minutes later the four came out, Lynxia still out cold. Sparky smiled sadistically at the thought that her own hand had caused that. Lavender paused for a moment and turned into a bat. Sparky watched her carefully. Lavender emitted a few screeches and flew around. She landed next to the streetlamp in front of Sparky and returned to her human form. She was looking dead at Sparky. Her eyes were filled with sorrow.

'Sparky, don't make yourself our enemy. You know what happens to our enemies. Don't make us do that to you.' Lavender said solemnly.

'Lav! What are you doing?' Nixion shouted.

'Your team wants you Lavender.' Sparky said cooly. Lavender shook her head.

'Our team.'

'Your team Lavender. Go to your team. It'll be an honour rivaling you.'

'It was a mistake! Sparky, it was a mistake, and it's in the past!'

'Lav!' Nixion shouted again.

'Sparky's here!' Lavender called. Nixion started to run over straight away. Sparky stepped forward, brandishing her sword. Lavender jumped backwards in shock. Sparky ignored her and swung the blade at the streetlamp. Just before Nixion landed on her, Sparky rammed her fist into the wiring of the pole. All of the lights turned off. There was a chorus of cursing, mostly Nixion, and Sparky ran from the street. She knew where she was headed. Roarhaven was a long way from anything, but it did have roads, and roads meant cars. Her hands were cloaked in electricity as she blurred to the only carpark in Roarhaven. And being old friends with Hayley Skirmish, Sparky knew how to Hotwire a car. She dived into a car and drove out of the carpark.

Sparky sped down the empty roads repeating the same street address over and over in her head. Sparky had chosen a red convertible for the hell of it. She rested her right elbow on the side of the door, gripped the steering wheel with her left hand and yelled with joy over her freedom. After a few minutes Sparky got bored of driving in silence. She pulled over and went through the glovebox of the car. Jackpot, an iPod and a cord that connected the iPod to the dashboard of the car. She scrolled through the songs and stopped on 'Life Is A Highway'. She cranked the volume up and raced down the road once more. When she entered Dublin, Sparky slowed considerably and turned the music off all together. She parked in an alley and waited, watching the windows of a second story apartment.

* * *

Tensley Dust wrung his hands as he rounded the corner. The detective didn't like to be interrupted while he was working.  He knocked on the detective's door.

'It's open.' a voice from inside the office said. Tensley walked in, very nervous.

'Um, sir, you need to know, a Mage has escaped from the Gaol.' Tensley stammered. The detective arched an eyebrow.

'Who?' he asked.

'Uh, Sparky Braginski sir.' Tensley was shocked. The detective wasn't angry. He looked pained. 'Is everything okay, sir?'

'I need to go home. Now.'

'Sir?' Tensley repeated as Detective Phoenix pulled his coat on and left the room. He drove home as fast as possible and entered his apartment briskly. He pulled his coat off again and threw it over the back of a chair. He took three steps forward, then stopped abruptly as a carving knife hit the wall in front of him. He turned slowly and faced Sparky.

'You work there. You work at the Sanctuary. You said you loved me. Why didn't you get me out?' Sparky asked. Flame opened his mouth. 'Nine months Phoenix! Nine months I was trapped in that hellhole! Nine months for you to get me out!' another knife landed in the wall on the other side of Flame. 'Nine months of missing you, wasted.'

'Sparky...'

'I don't want to hear it, Phoenix.'

'But-'

'I don't want to hear your excuses.'

'Then why did you come here?'

'To get your attention. To let the others know how I'm doing. Because, y'know, they seemed to stop caring for three seasons.'

'Sparky, I'm sorry.'

'Sorry is just a word. You don't mean it. If you meant it, it never would have happened.'

'Just-'

'Just nothing.' Sparky said. She threw two more knives. One landed just above Flame's head, and the other hit the light switch. The lights through the building fizzled out and died. Flame snapped his fingers and illuminated the room with a ball of fire. Sparky wasn't there anymore. Flame whipped around, trying to find her. He hated trying to see by firelight, it casted creepy shadows everywhere. Sparky crept up behind him and tapped his shoulder. He turned and looked into her eyes. There were savage and angry, but behind that he could see hurt. She was filled with hurt, and instead of her normal reaction to hurt- forgiveness- she had chosen rage.

'Sparky?'

'Yes Phoenix?'

'We can talk this out. It'll be easy. We just sit down on the sofa over there and talk. It'll make everything better.'

'Phoenix, you know what I say about talking.'

'I do know what you say about talking.'

'Then I'm sure that you know that I have a better plan.'

'And what is that?'

'This.' Sparky stepped forward and kissed Flame. She felt his warms arms wrap around her cold body. 'Home.' she thought. She stopped kissing him and buried her head into his shoulder.

'I can't forgive you, Phoenix.'

'Oh?'

'Sorry.' Sparky stepped back, gripped his hair and brought Flame's head down onto her knee. She caught him and rested him on his sofa. She bent over and kissed his forehead. She then looked around, pulled two knives out of the wall and walked out of the building. Her next stop- England.

She walked over to the car and as she was jumping in, a blue orb of energy appeared and Ivy Animosity stepped out. Sparky stopped and watched Ivy.

'Hey. I got an angry phone call from Lynxia this morning saying that you needed to die or something.' Ivy said casually. Sparky leant against the car and nodded.

'That would sound about right.'

'Something about you punching her really hard?'

'Yup.'

'Are you playing my side now?'

'Killing people? Fraid not. Just punishing my friends.' Sparky made quotation marks in the air when she said "friends." Ivy arched an eyebrow.

'Do I count?'

'Yes.'

'Do I get punished?'

'Not yet. Y'see, I'll have to think of some very clever way to take you down, because having a fist-fight with you in an alley is a really stupid idea.'

'It is.'

'But I assume you aren't going to let me just drive away now.'

'Nope.'

'What are you going to do?'

'Haven't thought of it yet. I wouldn't recommend running though.'

'I wasn't planning on it.' Sparky yawned and stretched, eyes glued to Ivy. Ivy watched Sparky in the same fashion, her mind whirring away. Ivy shrugged and stepped toward Sparky, intending to simply pick her up and throw her into the bonnet of the car. The problem was, Sparky had already moved. Ivy could read Sparky's mind and teleport, but Sparky could theoretically move at the speed of light. Or close to that. So Ivy turned to face Sparky, who was on the other side of the alley.

‘Are you going to keep moving out of my way like that?’ Ivy asked. Sparky nodded. ‘It’s very annoying.’ Ivy said. Sparky nodded again. ‘Do you have anything else to say?’

‘No.’

‘Fine then. I’m bored, so, I’m going to go and tell the others that you ‘got away’. Bye.’

‘Later.’ Sparky watched a blue orb of energy encase Ivy, then fade away. She shrugged and got into the car, heading for England.

THIS IS AN SP FANFIC. YES. IT IS. OKAY??

When I walked into the ice cave, the girl seemed too preoccupied with the water dripping steadily from the ceiling of the cave to notice me. Or the cold. She wasn't all wrapped up like I was. A sleeveless top and shorts, both a faint pastel green. Not one shiver down her spine, not one goosebump on her pale skin. Her grey eyes darted up and down, as swift as the water droplets she was examining. If what I'd heard was true, her magically enhanced eyesight was sharp enough to enable her to see every little colour that bounced off that little water droplet that fell to the floor in less than a second... Amazing. I could see why my boss asked specifically for this girl, this Drucilla Nox, with her beyond exceptional eyesight and her...astonishing ability to ignore me... I stood there, unsure of what to do. I decided to sit down next to her, maybe she'd take notice of me then, but as soon as I sat, I knew there was a good chance I'd freeze myself to the ice floor. I gasped with the shock of the cold, but managed to keep myself on the ground. If she could stand this, I could. I tried to keep my mind off the cold by watching the water droplets, like Drucilla was doing, but all I could see was a speck of liquid falling in and out of sight. I turned my head to look at how she was doing it. Her clever eyes were following the droplets all the way down to the floor. "Is it like slow motion for you?" I asked her. "Almost," was all she said. So she wasn't ignoring me after all. I was suddenly extremely thirsty. "Uh..." I started to speak, until I realised I didn't know what to say to this girl. I'd only just met her, but already I knew she was a difficult person to talk to. My eyes flickered toward her, and I felt an overwhelming urge to move away from her. She was looking at me with wide, emotionless eyes, her expression devoid of feeling. She was just staring at me, not fascinated, not expecting, not scared, not anything. She was just staring at me. And it was really starting to creep me out. I stood up, stepped back, cleared my throat. "Erm. I'm Roch River and...my boss wants to hire you... Hire you for...for an expedition. To find these valuable...gems. Minerals. I don't know, but he thinks you can help him -   US - find them." My boss hadn't told me much. I waited for a response.  Drucilla remained silent. Time passed, until she got bored, maybe, and started watching her own breath form icy clouds in the air. I wasn't angry. I couldn't be. This girl was in an ice cave, for heaven's sake. She couldn't be fully aware of what I was saying, she was... Drucilla Nox. The girl that my boss wanted on his team, the girl I was sent to retrieve. Not even that I could do. But  I could at least try one more time and THEN give up. "Do you accept?" Hopefully I actually said that, not just thought it. Drucilla once again fixed her wide grey eyes on me and gave a simple, "Yes, okay then."

Welcome to Blogland

No, it's not the next chapter. With any luck, that'll be up soon. No, this is about Characters. I've got me, Lynxia, Mist, Eve, Star and Lavender. But it's not to late to give me a few more. Anyone who wants to be in the story should give me their OC now. That will be all.

Welcome to Blogland - Chapter 1: All Too Familiar

I understand that it might not be the place you think off, but it's the way I think of Blogland. And it's my story, you don't have to, and proabably won't, like it. Anywho, here it is:

Nixion opened his eyes, looking up at the perfect sky. Not even a cloud. Sunny, bright warm, caring. A perfect day. Nixion realised that he was lying on some slightly moist grass. He didn’t lie on grass. He mostly read, or talked on his computer to his friends. He sat up and looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings.

He was lying on a hill, overlooking a large, impossibly big lake. To the left was a cliff. Over the lake, directly across the hill, was a volcano. This didn’t seem like the right environment for a volcano, but it was there. Nixion noticed with a shock that some smoke was coming out of the top, and a small amount of magma was running down it. Nixion wondered what was behind the volcano.  To the left, near the lake, were some tree houses. Behind them was a forest, big and dense. It seemed to go on forever. Nixion looked behind him and saw a huge hill, maybe even a mountain, rising up, dotted with tress, bushes and grass.

Nixion realised with a jolt that he knew where he was, but had never really been there.

This was Blogland.

Nixion stood and looked at everything, amazed. He had only been to this place through computer. This couldn’t be real. He looked down at himself and gasped. He wasn’t himself. He was the character he had created. He was taller and thinner. He was wearing black jeans, a black T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He also had a machete, which was the most surprising. He touched his hair. It was different then he remembered. Longer and straighter. He wasn’t himself anymore. He was Nixion Strange.

He looked around at Blogland and to his surprise he saw other people. Most were around the lake, so he walked towards there.

Star's fanfic, Chapter Two: Everybody worship the marvellous Eve!

                              Chapter Two: Everybody Worship the Marvellous Eve!



Zathract Mist and Nixion Strange were walking to the Sanctuary.



Yes, they were walking.



They had been driving, but their van had broken down. Well, Kali's van. She had been driving them back, but then she had got an urgent phone call and she'd had to go somewhere immediately. She wouldn't tell them where it was or what had happened. She had let them have the van though, provided they didn't get caught by the police (Zathract could drive, but neither of them had a licence) and they didn't damage it. Zathract had a feeling she wouldn't be too happy with them when she found out.



Since they hadn't managed to get it going again, they'd had to walk. Luckily, they were only a few miles away. They were on a road with no pavement, walking on the grass verges. There weren't many cars, but the occasional one did whizz by. It had been going dark when they'd broken down. Now, it was dark. And it was also chucking it down.



"I bet it would have started again if we'd kicked it a bit," muttered Nixion darkly.



"You did kick it a bit. In fact, quite a bit more than a bit," Zathract reminded him, using all his willpower to keep his temper under control. They had already been late even when they'd been driving, and after the van had broken down they'd hung around for about an hour while Zathract had ntried to get it going again, and Nixion had tried to force the van into going again, but was stopped by Zathract before he turned the van into scrap metal. Zathract was certain he would've managed to get it going again if Nixion hadn't started beating it up. Nixion was firmly convinced it would never have got going again anyway, and besides he had given the van what it deserved for breaking down and making him walk ten miles in the rain with Zathract. Zathract pointed out that it was an inanimate object an anyway it was only six miles, not ten. Nixion had complained that six miles in the rain with him was eight too many. Zathract had said that he was worse off, having to put up with Nixion, and anyway if Nixion had just stepped back and let him get on with it, they wouldn't be in this fix. Nixion had said that Zathract didn't know enough about engines to get it going anyway. And so on and so on and so on. After going through this five times, Zathract gave up arguing and just focused on ignoring Nixion's constant complaining, passing the occasional comment he just couldn't hold in.



And still three whole miles to go.

It was torture.

Eventually, Nixion shut up and they just squelched along the road in gloomy silence.

. . .



The man stared down from his position on the roof. They had been waiting a long time, but soon the waiting would reach it's end. He was glad. It was almost too late. Tomorrow, it would start being too late. After that, it would take about a week before it was the right time again. In theory, a week was not much, and they had all the time in the world. But the longer they waited, the more time there was for people to find out about them. And besides, the longer they waited, the longer it would be befo -



Oh. Problems.

He came back from solving the problems only ten minutes later. Just petty arguments. Being in charge of this many was not easy, but it would be worth it. At least, he hoped so. If it wasn't, his list, instead of going down a few, would go up one. No, more than one. Definitely more.

But that probably wouldn't be the case. They were close now, the ones they were looking for, so very close . . . He could see them now. They all could. It was making them restless.



He told them, not yet.



Wait for it.



Wait for it . . .



. . .



Zathract and Nixion had reached a town now. Good. Nixion liked cities. A town wasn't a city, but it was better than that horrible road in the middle of nowhere. And they had proper streets to walk down. No more horrible wet muddly grass to walk on.



Suddenly Nixion felt a large, heavy something crash into his back. He scrambled up and around quickly and instinctively, already holding his machete. The clawed hand whizzed past his ear, straight into the place his head had been a moment ago.



Vampire.



Nixion growled and immediately began fighting back, hitting it with his machete anywhere he could.



"I HATE VAMPIRES!" he roared. "I HATE VAMPIRES EVEN MORE THAN I HATE NECROMANCERS!" And now one had attacked him. It couldn't live to regret it, as it wasn't alive, but it would regret it for the rest of it's existence, Nixion would make sure of that. And 'the rest of it's existence' would only be a few more minutes, if that.



There were more vampires. Lots of them. Nixion didn't know how or when they had appeared, but he didn't care.

He was going to kill them all.

. . .

Zathract was trying to ignore Nixion, trying to pretend he'd disappeared.



Then he did disappear.



One moment he was walking beside him, then the next there was a whoosh of air and the dark shape in the corner of Zathract's eye that was Nixion had disappeared out of his vision.



Zathract quickly looked round to see Nixion getting up off the ground - he hadn't disappeared after all, just been knocked over - and throw himself at the vampire who had leapt on him.

Zathract stayed back. No need to restrain Nixion - it was the vampire who had attacked him. He didn't need to help him either - Nixion would easily be able to handle it - it was one vampire, come on - and getting close to Nixion in a rage was always a bad idea.



"I HATE VAMPIRES!" Nixion was yelling. "I HATE VAMPIRES EVEN MORE THAN I HATE NECROMANCERS!"



Zathract was about to tell him he'd got the message the seven thousand eight hundred and third time he'd said it when another vampire leapt out of the shadows.

And another.



And another.



There were tons of them.



Nixion hadn't even noticed. He was fighting them, but he hadn't noticed them. Weird.



Although, maybe he did need help after all.



Zathract ran towards him, but a group of Infected stopped him in his tracks, snarling at him menacingly.



Wait a minute - Infected???



Zathract glanced around quickly, and realised that although it looked like there were thousands of vampires, most of them were actually Infected. The vampires had just come at the front to make it them think they were surrounded by vampires. Like the cheap copies of well-known brands have very similar names, fonts, packe-

Then one of the vampires in the mix flew forward to attack him, and his brain was too occupied with keeping himself alive to think about it anymore.



. . .



It was working. He looked down at the two people below, fighting for their lives. Not long till they were dead. Good. Soon they would get on to the part that really mattered.



He stood there, watching the fighting without a shred of pity. He just hoped that not too many of the vampires were damaged. The Infected could easily be replaced, but the vampires? They were not so easy. He wouldn't have used vampires at all, not in this stage of the plan, but the boss had insisted. And he needed the boss. The boss was the way to his revenge.



He felt the beast stirring within him for a moment, and jabbed the serum into his arm. Some of the Infected were being sent to do the same to some of the vampires fighting - he wanted to keep everyone under control, and if he couldn't quite manage that, then he would try his best to control some of them.

He looked down again. the humans were getting more tired now. It would probably be tiredness that would get them in the end, the effort of keeping on top of everything. And, fortunately, the end was soon . . .

. . .

Zathract was still fighting, still alive, but it wouldn't be long. and he knew it.



Then a terrible scream sounded to his left. No, wait, not one. Many. Tons of terrible screams . . . Zathract wanted to look round, but he was too busy fighting.



Then the vampires and Infected around him fell still, staring in terror at whatever was behind him. Zathract could see Nixion a bit further on, also immobilised.



Zathract grinned. "Hello, Evie," he guessed, turning round. She wasn't projecting at him.



"Hello, Misty," Eve replied. The vampires and Infected were beginning to recover from their fright now. They hadn't got long.



"Let's go," said Eve. Zathract shook his head.



"We have to get Nixion."



"Is that him?" Eve asked, pointing at Nixion with one of her very sharp, pointy fingernails.



"Yes," Zathract replied and Eve stopped projecting at him. Nixion looked relieved for a moment, then he frowned in confusion.



"Come on, Nix," Zathract called. "It was just an illusion." Nixion destroyed a few more Infected, then ran forward towards Zathract and Eve. They waited for him to catch up, then all three of them charged for the exit, Eve projecting as hard as she could as well as using her nails and teeth on anyone who got too close. Zathract was also mostly relying on magic, using the air and the shadows to push vampires and Infected away. Nixion's attacked were all physical.



Before, it had been hopeless. But now, with Eve, they could make it. they had to.



. . .



It was all going so well. In only a short amount of time they would have won.



But then there was a disturbance, at the edge of the crowd. He frowned, annoyed. There should be no disturbances. It should all be perfect.



He stared at the place where the disturbance was coming from. All these damn Infected were getting in the way – he couldn’t see what was happening.



Only then he could . . . And he froze in horror.



Oh no. Not that. Please, please, please not that.

He didn't know about Eve and her power. He thought what he was seeing was real. He kept staring, staring, oblivious to the chaos around him.



And so with their leader not responding, it all fell apart. With nobody to give the order to chase, the quarry got away.

. . .

"Hang on a second," Nixion frowned. "Most o these aren't actually vampires. They're just Infected." Zathract and Eve shot him looks that said "Duh." Nixion sighed. Nobody ever told him anything.

They made it out the crowd and carried on moving, fearful of being chased.



For some reason, they weren't, apart from one or two of the bloodthirsty vampires.



"That's strange," Zathract frowned.



"What is?" asked Nixion.



"You'd've thought, after all that trouble they went to to abush us, that they’d’ve been a little more eager to keep hold of us,” he said.



"Oh, so it was an ambush, was it?" Eve queried curiously. Nixion looked at her.

"Who even are you anyway?" he asked her rudely. Zathract scowled at him.

"Be polite!" he hissed. "Sorry about Nix, Eve."



"Are you a Necromancer?" asked Nixion, deciding to ignore the order to be polite.



"Why do you want to know?" Eve shot back hostily.

"Because I hate Necromancers," Nixion explained. "And I hate vampires as well. I bet you're a Necromancer. It would be just my luck."



"Shut up!" Zathract told him. "Eve, this is Nixion. Nix, this is Astrid Vanilla, she likes to be called Eve, and she's not a Necromancer."

"Good," said Nixion.

"I saved your life today, you know," Eve informed him. "You should all be on your knees worshipping me. Or at least show a little gratitude. Perhaps you couls skip the knees part and just worship me standing up."



"I am not going to worship you," Nixion growled.



"Okay. Then you could just kneel before me on your knees instead."



"I'm not doing that either. And Mist, stop grinning, you're irritating me."

"I thought I always irritated you."



"You do. Just now, you're irritating me more."



"Tough."



"I hate you."



"I know."



"How could you hate Mist?" gasped Eve in horror.

"He hates everything," Zathract explained.

"Ah, okay," Eve nodded. Nixion glared at them both.



"Why were you attacked?" Eve asked.



"Dunno," Nixion muttered.



"Neither do I, actually," Zathract admitted.



"So they just randomly attacked you?" Eve frowned.



"It looks like it."



"Well, they're vampire. Or almost vampires," said Nixion, as if it explained everything.

"Meaning . . . ?" Zathract asked.



"Well, they're not human. Who knows why they do stuff? It could be because of this weird vampire thing that only makes sense to blood-sucking idiots like them," pointed out Nixion.



"Maybe," Zathract shrugged.



"None of you have started worshipping me yet," Eve reminded them.



"Nope. We haven't," Zathract grinned.



"How come you're even here anyway?" muttered Nixion.

"I was in the area," Eve explained, "and I saw a big crowd. All dressed in black. All being silent. At first I thought they had just been to a funeral or something, but then I went a bit closer and saw what they were. I walked off, waited for a bit deciding whether to interfere or not, then I heard fighting sounds so I ran up to see what was going on and saw they were attacking people, and that one of them was Mist. So I helped you two. In fact, I rescued you. And you still haven't worshipped me yet."

Zathract rolled his eyes, got down on his knees, and put his hands together in a praying position. "Oh glorious Eve from the heavens, I worship you. Amen. There, happy?" he stood up, wiping the grime from his trousers.



Eve bowed. "You may throw your roses now."

Nixion looked at Zathract in disbelief. "I can't believe you actually did that. Anyway, she could be a spy working for them. How do we know we can trust her?"



Zathract glared at him angrily. "We can trust Eve," he said with finality.



"If you say so," Nixion muttered uncertainly. "But I am not worshipping her."

Eve pulled a face and Zathract shrugged. "Fair enough. Now, we need to get back to the Sanctuary and explain why we never turned up, but also, we need to find out why we were ambushed. All other missions can be put on standby, because they could come back and have another attempt at our lives at any time, and the less we know, the more danger we're in."



Nixion grinned. This sounded like they might get to kill more vampires. Good.

"Can I help you?" asked Eve. Zathract looked at her in surprise.

"You want to?" he questioned.

She shrugged. "I'm curious. And, they might kill you. I couldn't let them do that knowing I might have prevented it. I couldn't let them do that anyway."

Zathract thought about it a minute. Well, why not?

"Thanks," he said. "We could do with your help." Eve grinned. Zathract countinued, "How about we meet in this town tomorrow, the place where they have a market?"



"They have a market?" Eve and Nixion asked at the same time. Nixion glared at her.

"If you look around a bit, you can't miss it," Zathract told them.



"Okay," Eve agreed. "What time?" Zathract thought.

"Well . . . we have to go to the Sanctuary in the morning, so . . ." Nixion groaned. He hated the Sanctuary.

"After lunchtime?" Eve suggested.

"Okay. See you tomorrow, then."



"Bye."

"Bye."



Nixion said nothing.

. . .



Parts Two and Three of the plan had gone exactly . . . well . . . to plan. Excellent. And nobody, so far, suspected a thing.

. . .



The former head vampire sat in his cell, looking at the walls. He'd already spent a long time gazing at the floor and then the ceiling, so the walls were all he had left.



He was nervous. Very nervous. The boss would not like this, not at all. He'd already heard the screams as people were pressed for information on previos visits to this place.

Whatever they were going to do to him, it was going to be horrible.



END OF CHAPTER TWO



Hope you like it!

Star's fanfic, Chapter One: Watch out for them evil marshmellows!

So. Here you are. Don't get your expectations up, I don't wanna bring them down again.


Star leant against the wall and tried, once again, to remember. She desperately attempted to focus on what had happened. But no. It just kept slipping from her grasp. She'd've probably achieved a lot more by just falling asleep and hoping to dream about it.

She should probably have gone to school today. Struggling to grab hold of the events that had disappeared out of her mind with her mind obviously wasn't working.

Did that even make sense?

Did it even matter?

Star realised her feet were tapping on the floor and started walking around in a circle to keep them occupied and to help her think. Walking always helped her think.

God, this was so boring. She was just trying to work out the best way to break into school when a person turned the corner and started walking down the otherwise deserted alleyway. Star stopped walking around in circles as she didn't want the random person to think she was mental.

Before she broke into school, she'd have to sneak home and change into her uniform. She couldn't go to school dressed in jeans, trainers and a blue hoodie. Not in England.

Why wouldn't the Santuary phone her? Surely she mus be needed to do something?

More people appeared to be following the random person. They weren't talking to each other. They were just walking together.

Then more people came round the corner. Actually, they were talking. Or rather, bickering. Whatever.

This was quite a large group of people, Star noticed. She wondered what they were doing. They were all different ages, height, builds, genders. There was no apparant reason for them all to be walking together.

One of them, a woman who could have been in her twenties, caught her eye, and she quickly flickered her gaze downwards so it didn't look like she was staring at them. Even though she had been.

Star carried on staring at the floor, trying to see equilateral triangles out of the dots of chewing gum. Then someone banged into her. Hard. She skidded a few steps then turned around and glared. She opened her mouth to protest but a fist slammed into her cheek, cutting her off.

Star kicked him, then dodged backwards to avoid a punch. Then she fell over. One of the others had tripped her up. Her hands and knees - especially her hands, the denim had padded her knees - stinging with the impact, she hurridly scrambled up again. But in the time that had taken, the people had surronded her. They all smelt pretty bad. She took a closer look at them.

Zombies.

Ah, so that's why she could smell rotting flesh . . .

Another one hit her, and then suddenly, they were all at it. Their punches were weak, but she'd still get a few bruises. It hurt. She tried to draw her sword but her arm didn't have enough room. They were standing back a bit, but soon they'd grow in confidence and close in further.

Amazingly, they were still bickering.

"Pink marshmellows are way, way better than white marshmellows!" she heard. "White is the colour of cushions!"

"Cushions can be pink as well!"

"No they can't! Cushions are white! Everyone knows that!"

"I think blue marshmellows are the most awesomista, actually," Star gasped out. The punching and kicking stoppped as they all stared at her in surprise.

"Look!" one of them exclaimed. "That clockwork statue is speaking!" Huh???

"Don't be ridiculous! It isn't a statue, it's a giant pillow on stilts!" Zombies ate human flesh. Why couldn't they work out what she was? A human could tell the difference between a stone carving of a yummy doughnut and a real doughnut, so why did they think she was a pillow or a statue?

"Where are your glasses? It's a clockwork statue, I'm telling you!" The zombie peered closer.

"Oh yeah," she said. "It is a statue. But how do you know it's clockwork? It could be controlled from the inside by white marshmellows. White marshmellows are eeeeeeeeeevil." Then suddenly Star knew. The ink in her blood must be distorting her smell. She probs smelt nothing much like a human to them. And she must taste horrible, too. They were only beating her up - or trying to - because their master had commanded them to do so.

"Pink marshmellows are evil! They want to take over the world, then destroy it!"

"I know it's clockwork because it was walking around in circles. If something does that, it's clockwork."

"Why would they want to destroy it if they had control over it?"

"Because they are evil!"

"No, they are clockwork!"

"It still doesn't make sense."

"Look!" one cried, pointing. "That pillow is running away!"

"It's not a pillow, it's an evil marshmellow!"

Star froze. While they were arguing she had first pulled out her sword, then attempted to slip away unnoticed.

Well, that was a fail.

"Oh look, it's stopped. It must have run out of batteries."

"Clockwork doesn't run on batteries, you idiot. Maybe it's rusted up."

"Maybe it's insides have been eaten up by evil marshmellows."

"Don't call people idiors, idiot. If you do, the whole horde will turn on you. Anyone who doesn't know that is an idiot."

"You just called someone an idiot!"

Star started backing away slowly. One of the zombies frowned.

"Hang on, didn't our Master tell us to destroy it?"

"Yeah! Destroy the evil blue marshmellow!"

"Blueberry freak! Whoever heard of a blue pillow?"

"Did somebody spary-paint you, statue?" They were closing in again. Star thought quickly.

"No, I'm a Smurf who drank evil marshmellow juice. It made me grow." Well, it was worth a try. A lot of the zombies just stopped, frowning, but on of them, a woman in her . . .forties? looked like this made perfect sense to her.

"Ah, a Smurf! Well, why didn't you say so before? Are you still looking for big apples? Because I saw a really large one the other day."

"Nope, I found that ages ago. Now, I'm trying to work out which colour marshmellow is the most evil."

Around a third of the zombies were only too happy to oblige, and immediently began shouting out colours. Some of the words they used even appeared in a dictionary.

Unfortunately, another half of the zombies just slapped a sort-of menacing-ish expression on their faves and moved forward for the attack (the other sixth just stood their looking confuzzled).

Could she fight them all off? Well, there was only one way to find out. But Star didn't particularly want to try it. She turned and ran away.

The zombies ran after her. Stupid and marshmellow-hating they might be, they would always obey their master.

Star tore down the alleyway, flew round the corner and raced along the street. Then she stopped. There were houses nearby, and people. She had to lead the zombies away from civilisation.

There. That narrow sidestreet. That would be deserted. She ignored the strange look a passing man gave her and the zombies, and ra-

Thunk.

Something had smacked into her left arm. Something metal. Something that was sharp as well, and very painful. Star gasped and clutched her arm. She felt wetness. Blood.

She looked to her left and ducked as the metal . . .thing . . .was thrown at her. The zombies must've caught up with her when she'd hesitated. She swung her sword at the zombie standing next to her and he broke in half. She looked down at the dead flesh lying on the floor. Yuck.

Well, that wasn't so hard.

Then a china teapot fell on the ground beside her and smashed. The zombies were finding weapons, and using them.

Star made a dash for the sidestreet she'd seen, clutching her damaged arm and trying to ignore the pain throbbing through it. But now there were zombies coming out of it . . . The sidestreet, that is, not her arm. Star had a mad mental image of tiny zombies crawling out of the wound in her arm and paddling away. Or maybe they were even smaller, sailing the sea of her blood in boats and then falling down the miniture Niagra Falls to the floor. Not that she was bleeding enough to make a waterfall of blood.

Star shook herself and tried to focus on the situation at hand.

She turned the only non-zombie-filled way and ran. But now there were zombies ahead of her again.

How was this this possible? Where had they all come from?

Reinforcements. They must be reinforcents.

The pain was clouding her thought, making it hard to concentrate. She was certain of one thing though. There were a horde of zombies surronding her, and they were closing in.

Star looked around desparately. A zombie shuffled within sword range, and she cut it in half. But she couldn't get them all.

This was hopeless. She was going to die here. She just knew it.

Which meant she wouldn't be alive to see the world taken over and then destroyed by blue marshmellows. What a pity.


Well, if she was going to go down, she'd go down fighting. Star slashed her sword at a zombie. But her hand was shaking, and unused to supporting the weight of the sword on it's own. She ususally used two hands. Star had managed to cut the zombie, but he just clutched his stomach, and stayed, very annoyingly, alive. Welll, not alive alive, but not completely dead and umoving. Well, completely dead, but not completely unmoving. Whatever.

She tried holding her sword with both hands regardless of the pain, but it hurt too much. Right hand only, then. Good thing she wasn't left handed. She swung at another zombie and managed to make it back off a bit, but now there was one behind her . . . She turned around to deal with it, but while she was turning yet another one grabbed at her sword, knocking it out of her hand. He dropped it with a howl of pain (he'd wrapped his hand round the blade. Idiot) and Star swooped down to pick it up again.

But in her haste to reclaim her weapon she had momentarily forgotten the zombie who had been behind her. Star got a hold on her sword (the hilt, obviously. She wasn't a total moron. Whereas the blade-grabbing zombie was) and glanced upwards, just in time to see the zombie about to chuck that heavy metal thing from before on her. She shuffled backwards in terror . . . Straight into another load of zombies, who immediently grabbed tight hold of her to stop her escaping and began hitting her with their hands and whatever they had in them. Only air for the mo, but weapons were being passed through the zombies towards them.

That death she was speaking about earlier? It was here now. Shame. She'd've liked to've remembered her life before it ended.

Then suddenly Star saw a flash of red out of the corner of her eye. She looked in the direction she'd seen it and saw a load of dead zombies lying on the ground. Well, zombies can't technically die, but they were dead, and they had been zombies, so they were dead zombies.

Plus Star saw their killer. Well, she was sort of their killer. You can't kill something that's already dead, but she put an end to their existence and their annoyzigness. Their existence-ender, then. Ender for short. So, you don't kill zombies, you end them. Well, at least that was sorted.

Right. The ender. She had red hair and a red glowing thing in her hand, but Star couldn't see more than that. The rest of the zombies who were unended looked as surprised as Star did to see her.

Which meant that, for the moment, they had stopped attacking.

Star, once she realised her opportunity, seized it. She dived through the blur of colours that was the zombies, slashing and chopping as she went. Funny, the colours thing. You usually associated zombies with gloomier stuff. She headed towards the person who was helping her. Strength in numbers and all that lot.

Star reached her just as the stunned zombies started becoming less stunned and tried to fight back. The girl held a long curved sword that was glowing red with purple flecks. Star wondered about it for a bit, then gave up. She looked a couple of years older than Star and her ice blue eyes burned with hatred - fortunately directed at the zombies she was destroying, not Star. Well, she might hate Star, for some complicated conspirital unknown reason, or she might hate Star in the future, but, right now, she didn't seem to-

Star made an effort to stop her thoughts rambling off track again. And, a few moments later, failed miserably.

Robin hadn't known who the person was they were attacking was, but it didn't matter - she needed help and zombies were an enemy always. Without thinking about it, she ran towards them and began chopping as many of their heads off as fast as she could. When they saw her they often froze in terror and one of them even yelled something about the arrival of the wrath of the Smurfs, whatever a Smurf was.

Then someone tapped her on the shoulder and Robin swung round, katana already aiming to make the zombie even deader than it already was.

"Hey!" Star yelped, jumping back, then stumbling as she landed on the remains of a zombie. "I'm alive! I mean, I'm not a zombie!"

Robin gave a nod and sheathed her weapon. "Sorry."

Then before they could say anything else, a load more zombies lept on Star , who yelped as pressure was put on her injured arm. Robin quickly ended them.br />
"Thanks," gasped Star breathlessly.

"Hey, Smurf," a zombie girl yelled. "You do know there's such thing as vanilla marshmellows, right? They're yellow and they have to be the most evil coz they're the same colour as custard. Custard is horrible, it's all lumpy and it's-"

Star took a leaf from Robin's book and chopped it's head off, instead off cutting it in half like she had previously.

"We have to move out," she panted. "There are too many of them. We'll never get them all."

Robin frowned. "Are you suggesting we just give up?"

"Retreating isn't giving up," Star argued. "If it was giving up, it'd be called giving up, but it isn't, it's called retreating. There are tons of them and only two of us. if you want, you can always have a rematch later."

Robin couldn't really think of anything to counter this that would win, and besides, the other girl did look like she was in quite a bit of pain. They could always pick the arguement up when they were out of the danger zone. "All right. We'll retreat."

Robin made a mad dash for the edge of the crowd, and Star followed suit as quickly as she could. The zombies were actively fighting them now, and it was all Star could do to stay alive. She'd lost sight of the girl she was following, but that was only to be expected as Star wasn't really looking. She could only pay attention to one thing at a time.

The zombies were pulling, tugging, ripping, tearing, in front, behind, screaming, begging, threatening, pushing, shoving, fighting, and incredibly annoying. Robin was holding back to help Star now, who was finding it tough going. And it wasn't exactly easy for Robin either. She had to be constantly moving, never letting her guard down, and it took up a lot of her energy.

Finally, they were out. Once the way ahead was clear of obstacles (even after the zombies, there'd been all these boxes outside someone's house for some unknown reason - maybe they were cleaning the house and chucking a load of stuff out?) Star and Robin broke into a run. Star fumbled with her sword, slipping it back into it's sheath - it'd slow her down if she was holding it - but Robin kept her katana in her hand. It was still glowing, but not as strongly as before.

They stopped, panting.

"I think we've lost them," Robin said. Her weapon stopped glowing and she put it away.

"Um . . . Thanks," said Star. "For, um, you know . . . Helping me."

"I hate zombies," Robin replied.

"What's your name?" asked Star.

"Robin Snowscar," Robin answered. "I'm a Fire Sworn, one of the Originals. Pleased to meet you.

"Um . . . Right," Star said, pretending she knew what the hell a swore or whatever it was was. "I'm Star. Star Inkbright." Then she added, polietly, "It's nice to meet you too." Yes, being saved from zombies was nice, but needing to be saved from them in the first place certainly wasn't. So, really, the actual meeting was not nice, although the fact that they had met was very very nice indeed, for Star at least.

"Your arm's bleeding," Robin noted.

"I had realised that," said Star, trying hard not to sound annoyed. "It is my arm. And it kills."

"What does it kill?"

"Um . . . I dunno . . . Evil blue marshmellows?"

"Evil blue marshmellows?" Robin frowned.

"Yeah. They're evil. And they're blue. And they're marshmellows. Which is why they're called evil blue marshmellows. I'm not sure they actually exist though. Oh, and it's also going to have killed me soon. It hurts."

"It's not that bad. You'll live," Robin told her hardly. Can you say something hardly? Well, never mind. So long as people can sort of know what you're saying, you can use whatever words you want. That was what Star believed, anyway.

"I will? Yippee." Star considored quoting Ice Age 2, but when she did that not many people knew what she was going on about, so she decided against it.

"Why were they attacking you?" Robin adked, deciding ro let the sarcasm pass. Just this once.

"I have no idea," Star said. Robin raised an eyebrow sceptically. Star didn't blame her. It didn't sound very believable. Most people who were attacked by an army of zombies knew why they were being attacked. Not Star. But then, she had had The Incident.

Star tried again.

"I'm serious. There I was, doing my own thing, and then suddenny, out of the blue, a bunch of zombies just came up and attacked me. Really, honestly and truly." Yeah,well done Star, that was real convincing. Full marks.

"Are you sure?" asked Robin.

"Yes," answered Star defiantly.

"Have you annoyed anyone, ever, who might possibly have an army of zombies at their disposal?"

Star racked her memory. "Erm . . . I don't think so . . . I'm not sure! I'm really rubbish at remembering stuff-" (she always had been, even before The Incident) "-but I don't think I've annoyed anyone like that . . ." But, seriously! How on earth did people expect her to remember this stuff? As if having a crap memory wasn't bad enough without having a chunk of your life disappear! And, anyway - well, how was she meant to know and remember who had an army of zombies at their disposal? And if they had the motivation to use it? And if she had annoyed them or not? Star didn't usually try to be annoying, so when she did, it was often without realising it - SO HOW WAS SHE MEANT TO KNOW IF SHE'D ANNOYED PEOPLE IF SHE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW SHE WAS BEING ANNOYING??? Seriously! If people wanted her to pay attention to this stuff, THEY'D HAVE TO LEARN TO ASK HER BEFOREHAND!

Part of the reason she was panicking was because of The Incident, but she didn't like discussing that with anyone, especially not total strangers. Even if the total stranger had saved her life.

"Sorry. I really, really, really don't know," Star said, her memory rant over. Hopefully it would be a while before it was triggered again, but, very likilily, it wouldn't. Not with The Incident still clouded in shadows.

Likilily. Another nonsensical word to add to the metaphorical list.

"No-one springs to mind?" Robin was watching her carefully. Those ice-blue eyes were creeping Star out a little.

"Nope. But, like I said, my memory is awful. In some ways. In others, it's a very good memory. In the way I'm trying to use it now, it's rubbishio though."

Ha. Rubbishio. This brought her metaphorical list of nonsensical words up to . . .

. . . A number. Star could never actually be bothered to count.

'Well, if you can't remember them, then they aren't likely to remember you, unless they are a revenge-seeking person who holds grudges over little things."

"Or just have a better memory than I do." Or could remember everything that had happened in The Incident. It was this that scared Star most. She was so afraid of the Incident, what it was, what had happened.

"Or that." Or, Star could be lying. This was the most likely option, and the option Robin chose to believe. People weren't attacked like that for no reason, and the whole bad memory story was very unlikely. There was something Star wasn't telling her. Robin kept this to herself and planned to be wary of Star and watch her very closely. Very closely indeed.


SO! That's chapter one! Hope you liked it!