Saturday, February 25, 2012

A Short Story!

Okay, I thought you people might want to read this - it's a short story I wrote for an assignment in sixth grade, aka last year. I remembered hating the fact that I had to write it, but I read over it today and figured out why I got the best grade possible on it. anyway, it's COMPLETELY different to my normal writing style, so... Here you go!

My Strange Story on How I Became a Mouse and What Happened Next

                My name is Emma and, as odd as it sounds, I’m twelve years old, currently a mouse, my best friend is a green stuffed monkey, and once I danced with what used to be a slice of bread. I used to be a human, but… it’s kind of a long story. It’s pretty interesting, though, so I guess I’ll tell you. Here’s how it goes:
One day, when I was walking through a meadow, it happened. I did, of course, sort of expect something bad to happen. Bad things always happen to innocent young girls in meadows. I bent down to look at a leaf, and when stood back up, there was someone running towards me.                                                                   
The person was, to say it simply, crazy. It was an old woman wearing a banana suit making a sound like a dying cat. She was holding an empty roll of tape, and I’m pretty sure it was empty because the tape was in her mouth.
                She ran straight into me, knocking me down. When I turned to look at her, she spit out the tape in my face.
                “Gross!” I screamed in disgust.
                Now the lady was doing some sort of dance. She was swinging her arms wildly, spinning in circles, and instead of a dying cat, the noise she was making sounded more like a choking duck.
                I stood up and took a few steps back to keep my distance from the lady. “What the heck is wrong with you?” I said, loud enough so she could hear me over her duck sound. “Are you insane?”
                She stopped whatever it was she was doing immediately. She turned to face me and within less than 2 seconds I could tell she was angry.
                You dare insult me?” she screeched. “You must pay!”
                “Wait, what?”
                She closed her eyes and started to whisper to herself. She did that for about a minute, then she started floating. She pointed at me and her eyes snapped open.
                Before I knew what was happening, I started shrinking. My hair turned into white fur that covered my entire body. My hands and feet turned to little paws. I grew a tail. I was a mouse.
                What did you do?” I shrieked. Amazingly, I was still speaking English. For that, I am grateful.
                She didn’t answer. Instead, she started shaking like crazy. She fell down and curled up, the shaking getting more violent. Then she exploded.
                I’m not entirely sure what happened next. I was in shock. I was shocked with the fact I was now a mouse, I was shocked that the lady started floating, I was shocked that she just exploded into a cloud of rainbow confetti that was now being taken away by the wind. I must have fainted, though, because the next time I opened my eyes, there was a person standing over me.


                The person, wasn’t really a person. It was a stuffed animal. It was green, it was a monkey, and it had a magic wand and wings.
                “Hello?” it asked. “Uh, hello? Could you wake up? You’re taking up my space.”
                I slowly sat up. I looked around at my surroundings. I was in a brightly colored room with sky blue walls and a wide window. I had no clue where I was.
                “Who are—“ I started, but the monkey interrupted.
                “Let me guess,” it said, “you were going to say, ‘Who are you’ and ‘Where am I’, right?”
                I nodded.
                “Then let me answer your questions. My name is Mr. Cuddles, and you are in my house. And you are…?”
                “My name is Emma. Um, why are you talking? Stuffed animals can’t talk.”
                “Well, that’s like me saying mice don’t talk. I talk because I can.”
                “Mice don’t talk.”
                “Then why are you talking?”
                “Because I’m a…” I started, then I remembered what had happened. “Wait, am I still a mouse?”
                Mr. Cuddles looked at me oddly. “Uh, yeah, you’re still a mouse. Haven’t you always been a mouse?”
                “No, I was a human. But some psycho old lady turned me into a mouse. Then she exploded.”
                “Oh,” Mr. Cuddles said; nodding like he understood perfectly. “She was crazy. Good thing she exploded. I’m definitely glad about that.”
                I stared. “You’re glad? How can you be glad that she’s dead? I mean, I know she was crazy and all, but still… that doesn’t mean you should be glad.”
                “I’m glad because she goes around messing with people,” Mr. Cuddles said in a reasoning tone. “The world is a better place without her. Besides, no one wants her to use magic on them. It’s impossible to undo.”
                My eyes bulged. “What?” I shouted. “Impossible? I’m going to be stuck as a mouse FOREVER?
                “That’s right,” Mr. Cuddles said brightly. “Better you than me. I would hate being a mouse. Always having to watch out for hawks and owls and snakes and cats—“
                “You’re not helping!”
                “Oh yeah. Sorry. I can’t turn you back to a human, even though my magic wand is amazingly strong, her magic is still impossible for me to undo. But I can take you some where you’ll be welcome. One more thing. Don’t scream.” And with that, Mr. Cuddles grabbed my arm and we flew out the window.
                I will admit, that when we started flying, I did scream. I screamed for about a minute and a half until I realized Mr. Cuddles had wings, and that Mr. Cuddles might not be as nice as I thought and might drop me for screaming when he specifically told me not to.
                I watched as the trees and flowers zoomed past. Everything looked so pretty from up here, even if it’s all just a blur. It must be amazing to be able to fly, I thought to myself. Then I thought about how if anyone saw us, they would have seen a flying green stuffed animal holding onto a mouse and would probably think they were as crazy as the old lady in the banana suit.
                We flew for what seemed like a half an hour, then we were falling. We hit the ground hard. I looked around. We were in a forest of some sort. And we must have attracted a good amount of attention, because soon there were birds all around us.
                “Oh, crud,” Mr. Cuddles said quietly.
                The birds stared at me. I stared at the birds. “Hi,” I said in a friendly tone. “Lovely weather we’re having.”
                They continued to stare. A few cocked their heads. Apparently, an attempt at friendliness wasn’t going to work.
                “Hey, Mr. Cuddles,” I whispered. “Let’s get out of here.”
                “Good idea,” he whispered back. “Just be sure to hold on tight.”
                I nodded and he grabbed my arm. We rose off the ground slowly. The birds did the same. We went about 3 feet, still going pretty slow, then Mr. Cuddles spoke quiet enough so only I could hear and said, “You ready? Because if you fall off, I’m not positive you’ll live, and if you do live, I don’t think I’ll be able to come back. So hold on.”
                I nodded. Mr. Cuddles stayed still for a moment, then flew so fast I thought my arms were going to be yanked out of their sockets. It felt like someone had launched us out of a cannon. I thought I was going to fall off any second now.
                The birds weren’t gaining at all. Mr. Cuddles and I were at least 40 feet ahead of them. The birds figured that we weren’t worth their while and decided to quit. However,  that didn’t cause Mr. Cuddles to slow.
                After 20 minutes or so, we came to a stop and landed. We were stopped outside a small building. When I say small, I mean literally 5 feet tall. Mr. Cuddles knocked on the door and waited.
                We were waiting for a minute, then a small grey mouse opened the door. “Mr. Cuddles,” it said in a quiet voice, “so glad to see you. You and your friend may come in.” it turned and back inside. We followed.
                The inside looked way different than I had been expecting. I had expected everything to be cluttered and dirty, but it was almost the exact opposite. The building was like a ballroom; filled with more mice than I had ever seen. There were snacks everywhere, and everyone looked like they were enjoying themselves.
                “Do you like it?” Mr. Cuddles asked from behind me.
                “Yes, it’s amazing. I was expecting something completely different.” I paused for a moment. “What if they won’t let me stay? There’s already a ton of people, or should I say mice, here.”
                “You’ll be welcome, don’t worry. You have my recommendation.”
                Neither of us spoke for a while, then Mr. Cuddles said, “You need a friend, don’t you?”
                I turned as he pulled out his magic wand. He pointed it at a slice of bread. Then to my amazement, the bread jumped up and turned into a light grey mouse.
                I stood there, shocked. He walked over to me and said, “Can I dance with you?”
                Before I could answer, he grabbed my paw and wasn’t giving me a choice. He spun me in what seemed like a thousand circles before he stopped. Then he vanished.
                “Oops,” said Mr. Cuddles. “I guess he was crazy.”
                “Yep.” I thought I heard something, then figured it was my imagination.
                “Oh well.”
                I was about to respond when I heard a sound like a dying cat. I looked out the window. I could see an old lady in a banana suit coming towards the building.
                “But I thought she was—“ I began to say but Mr. Cuddles interrupted.
                “You thought right. She is dead.”
                “Then how come she’s walking towards us?”
                “She isn’t. Didn’t I tell you? She has a twin sister.”

                                The End

Wednesday, February 22, 2012


Sorry I didn't finish until, you know, about 3 minutes ago, but my computer stopped working and I had to retreat to a different one. Anyway, here's chapter seven, and I don't know how good it is... (I hope you people still like it...)

Ivy woke up before both Anomaly and Audacious, so she decided that, to amuse herself, she would mess with Audacious’s thoughts.
            She silently crept into the living room, where Audacious was sleeping on the floor on top of a few blankets, with another on top of him. Ivy hadn’t really had anything for other people to use – she had never had company, on account that she was a murderer and killed practically everyone she met. She sat down on the chair in there and started to grin as she spoke with her thoughts.
            Hello, Audacious Beguile, she thought.
            Whoa, Audacious thought in alarm. Ivy, why are you in my head?
            I’m not Ivy, Ivy said, her voice sounding low and guttural.
Then who are you?
I’m your worst nightmare, buddy.
            Audacious burst out laughing and sat up, having woken up because of Ivy interrupting his sleep. He looked over and saw her grinning.
            “Good morning,” she said. “Get up now, and get ready to do stuff soon. No time for sleeping long.”
            “What are we doing?” he asked.
            Ivy shrugged. “I haven’t the slightest idea. But I’m telling you to get up now. So you have to.”
            “No, I’m older than you.”
            “Yes, because you’re in my house. And if you don’t I’ll—“
            “Okay, I get it, I get it,” he said, getting up.
            “Anomaly!” Ivy shouted. “Get up now! No more sleeping allowed!”
            “Chill out, Ivy! I’m already up!” Anomaly shouted back, then teleported into the living room in a burst of green light.
            “Well, you don’t have to shout,” Ivy said, and laughed when she saw Anomaly shaking her head in annoyance. “Now everyone get ready to leave.”

Ivy, Anomaly, and Audacious stood outside the door, waiting. Audacious and Anomaly were being patient, but Ivy couldn’t stop fidgeting. She hated waiting. It was so annoying. Audacious had said that, in order for him to have Ivy go to the dreaded ball with him – and for her to get her money – they had to meet up with someone. The door they were waiting outside of was white, but the paint was chipping off of it, along with the rest of the house. There was mould growing on the sides of the house, and the windows were grimy and disgusting.
Ivy went to kick the door down but just then someone started to open it. Anomaly turned invisible, making it seem like it was only Ivy and Audacious by the time the door opened.
            A man had opened the door. He was tall and pale, with dark eyes and dark hair. Ivy assumed that he was a vampire, she could tell from his appearance, but also on account of the fact that Audacious knew him. He glanced at Ivy, then nodded to Audacious. “Hello.”
            “Hello,” Audacious responded.
            “Who is she?” the man asked. He had a soft but serious voice, one that sounded like the owner wouldn’t tolerate even the slightest bit of mischief. Ivy hated people like that.
            “I’m none of your business,” Ivy said to him.
            “Um, Ivy,” Audacious whispered, “you kind of are.”
            “Oh. Oh, right.”
            “I’m still waiting for an answer,” the man said impatiently.
            “I’m Ivy Animosity. I like to kill people.”
            The man arched an eyebrow.
            “She’s telling the truth. She does like to kill people,” Audacious said.
            “So,” Ivy said, “I told you who I am, now who are you?”
            “I’m none of your business. For real.”
            Ivy frowned. “Don’t steal my responses. That’s lame. And not fair.”
            “That’s too bad, girl.”
            “Don’t you call me ‘girl’. Ever. And you are my business. I’m standing here, and I was hired to do something that apparently has something to do with you. Now tell me who you are before I hurt you.”
            “Do not speak to me in that manner. I will call you whatever I want, and I won’t tell you who I am. Girl.”
            “Oh I am so going to kill—“ Ivy started but Audacious put his hand over her mouth without thinking. Ivy bit his hand.
            “That had better have hurt.”
            “It did!”
            “Good. Don’t put your hand over my mouth.”
            “Ivy, we came here for a reason and—“
            Ivy put her hands over her ears. “I’m not listening till you say you won’t put your hand over my mouth.”
            “Fine. I won’t. Happy?”
            She grinned. “I’m not listening till you say that I’m amazing.”
            Audacious sighed. “Ivy, we don’t have time for this. I need you to focus.” He reached over to take her hands away from her ears but she resisted and started shouting.
“I’m not listening! La la la la la! I’m not listening! Not until you say it! I’m not listening!”
            “Ivy!” Audacious said, speaking loudly to be heard over her yelling. “Stop it!”
            “I’m not listening!”
            Ivy felt the man try to grab her, to get her to focus, and she whirled around, seeming completely serious, her knife already pressing into his throat.
            “If you have something to say to me,” Ivy said, smiling sweetly, “you can just say it now.”
            He arched an eyebrow. “You’re impressive. Could you take your knife from my throat now, girl?”
            She pressed the blade in deeper.
            “Could you take your knife from my throat now, Ivy?”
            Do it, came Anomaly’s voice in her head. Ivy had practically forgotten she was even there. Like Audacious said, you’re here for a reason. Find out what it is.
            Ivy waited for a moment, then moved away from the man. She looked at Audacious, and she  looked nothing like she had just attempted to stab someone. “So, are we just going to stand here all day, or...?”
            “Or,” he said. “Ivy, I think you’ll have to wait out here – mostly for safety reasons.” In his head, he said to her,  You can listen in on the conversation, but I can tell that you aren’t allowed to be in there. And yes, it’s partially for safety reasons. For everyone, you crazy person.
            “Fine, I’ll wait out here.”
            “Excellent,” said the man. “Beguile. Come inside.”
            Audacious stepped inside, glancing at Ivy before the door shut. Anomaly appeared, no longer invisible.
            “Well then, that was interesting,” she said softly to Ivy. “You can change moods quickly.”
            Ivy shrugged. “I’m used to having to go from a conversation to a murder quickly. I have to be, on account of the fact that I sometimes need to pretend to be innocent when I’m about to kill someone, because I’m young and all that stuff. It’s a useful advantage.”
            “Young and crazy. When I say crazy, I mean, like, insane. By the way, when you were saying ‘I’m not listening’ to Audacious, it took all of my self control to stop myself from laughing. It was hilarious.”
            “I know. That’s the point. No one likes people without a sense of humour, you know? Besides, I never get to joke around anyway. I love when I get to. I also love pulling out my knife super quickly. It’s because I’m Ivy Animosity. And Ivy Animosity has ninja skills.” She paused and tilted her head. “They talk quietly.”
            “Them. Audacious and the stupid guy you wouldn’t let me kill. I’m listening to their conversation, and contributing to ours at the same time. Multitasking, because I’m amazing like that.”
            Anomaly rolled her eyes. “You are so annoying...” She trailed off and looked at Ivy, who seemed to be curious about the conversation inside. Anomaly listened in as well.
            “She’s the security you said I needed,” Audacious said. “She’s the best there is for this kind of thing.”
            “And the best is a girl who can barely qualify as a teenager and acts like a five-year-old?” the man countered. “She’s a waste of time!”
            “Ivy is nothing of the sort. She’s a murderer, as I said. A feared murderer, at that. She was the one who caused that huge massacre last year.”
            The man hesitated. “She did that?”
            “Yes. Ivy did that.”
            “Then how are we supposed to trust her? She killed that many people and got away with it, she could do the same to us!”
            “She wouldn’t. I know someone who seems to be capable of telling her not to do something – and she can get Ivy to listen. In fact, she was with us the entire time. And they were both listening in on this conversation. Ivy, Anomaly, won’t you come inside?”
            “Gladly,” Ivy said, then kicked the door. It snapped from its hinges and fell out of its frame. “I’ve been waiting to do that since we got here,” she said with a mischievous grin.
            The man stared. “You can’t just kick down other people’s doors!”
            “Oh, but I can. And I just did.”
            He glared. “You had better pay for that.”
            Ivy smiled. “See, you say that as a threat, but it isn’t scary to me. At all.”
            “And you want her as security?” he asked Audacious. “She’s too conspicuous with her... methods of getting inside.”
            “Oh, I love that word,” Ivy said. “Conspicuous. It’s so fun to say.”
            “Yes, I want her as security,” Audacious said. “She’s good at that kind of stuff. But Ivy...” he looked at her. “No killing until I say you can.”
            “Got it.”
            The man sighed. “Well, I suppose it’s your decision on who’s responsible for your life. If you want a crazy lady, so be it. Now, get out of my house. I have work to do and a door that I now have to fix.”
            “Fine then, we’ll be leaving,” Anomaly said. She motioned for Audacious and Ivy to follow, then the three of them walked out the door. Well, the doorframe. There wasn’t exactly a door to walk out of anymore.
“That was awesome, Ivy,” Audacious said. “It looked so cool when you kicked the door down...”
            “It did, didn’t it? Just another ninja skill that comes with being Ivy,” Ivy said as they walked down the street. “Should we just teleport? Walking’s overrated.”
            Anomaly thought about it for a moment. “Yeah, we should.”
            “I think so too. Walking is for boring people,” Audacious said.
            “It really is. Which means that we have to teleport.” Ivy grabbed both of their arms and teleported back to her house.
            “Hey Audacious?” Ivy asked.
            “Yes?” he responded, still clearly impressed with teleportation.
            “Could you tell us the reason we spent all that time at that guy’s house now?”
            “Oh. Of course. Well, basically, he’s the guy who forces everyone to go to the stupid ball thing. So this year, he’s making me and the people after me – the ones you get to kill – go to the ball. It’s like a trap for the other people, a trap where I’m the bait.”
            “Okay then,” Ivy said, nodding. “Now can you tell me this guy’s name?”
            He paused. “I would but...”
            “But? But it’s supposed to be secret? I’m not supposed to kick down doors, but I do anyway. So tell me.”
            “Oh, no, it’s not that. It’s just that I don’t actually know his name. It never seemed important to remember, you know? Just kind of slipped my memory.”
            “You are a very forgetful person,” Anomaly said. “Mind explaining this whole ball thing to me?”
            “From what I know,” Ivy said, “is that it’s some huge fancy thing that vampires go to. And Audacious needs me as security for him, because he’s not brave enough to defend himself.”
            Audacious nodded. “She’s right. I can’t defend myself, just like she can’t get out of wearing a dress for it.”
            Ivy felt herself go red. Anomaly stared at her. “You are wearing a dress?”
            Ivy reluctantly nodded, and she saw Anomaly grinning, trying to prevent herself from laughing and possibly getting her head pulled off. Ivy couldn’t help but laughing at the look on Anomaly’s face.
            “That’s not fair!” Anomaly said, laughing. “How come I can’t laugh but she can?”
            “Because I’m a ninja! And you aren’t!” Ivy said, laughing also. “And you’re laughing right now!”
            “Yeah, and with the risk of you pulling my head off!”
            “That is so true,” Ivy said, still grinning but the laughter fading.
            “I know it is,” Anomaly replied, smiling.
            Audacious observed the two of them. “When did you guys meet each other?”
            Ivy shrugged. “A few days ago. When I tried to kill her.”
            “Yeah, that’s when we met. It’s certainly not how you’d expect to meet someone you end up liking later on,” Anomaly said.
            “Why’d you ask?” Ivy said to him.
            “Because,” Audacious said to both of them, “it’s funny to see how well you two have become friends in the last few days. I mean, it’s crazy. But I’m not questioning it. After all, I am – or at least I hope I am – Ivy’s friend too, and I met her after you did. Am I your friend?”
            Ivy laughed. “Oh, of course you’re all desperate to be friends with the awesome person. Yes, you  are both my friends.”
            “Cool. Always wanted to be friends with a murderer. Actually, wait, no, I was always terrified of murderers. Same thing,” Anomaly said.
            “Well, that’s just excellent, isn’t it?” Ivy said. “Now we all have friends. We’re an odd group, though, I’ll admit. I’m an evil murderer, Anomaly’s the good guy, Audacious is a vampire, and then, of course, Anomaly and myself are Sorcerers. We are, admittedly, pretty damn cool.”
            “Hell yeah,” Anomaly said.
            “We should think of a name for ourselves,” Audacious suggested.
            “Okay!” Ivy said. “Let’s be... Let’s be...” She faltered. “I’ve got nothing.”
            “Neither do I,” Audacious admitted.
            “Or me,” Anomaly said, “but we can always think of that some other time.”
            Ivy thought for a moment. “Who wants ice cream?”

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

There's a few tiny changes.

Okay, so I made a few little changes about the story. If you look at the chapters now, there's a little bit more detail and some different wording. Nothing major. But it is different. Just thought I'd point it out.

Saturday, February 11, 2012


            They all immediately stepped back, reasonably wary. The mannequin things stopped, and Saturnine came closer, still smiling. Her red hair was wet from the rain, and her green eyes gleamed with what Ivy sensed as evil, although they seemed somewhat familiar.
            Don’t teleport.
            Ivy glanced at Anomaly. Why not? We should just leave.
            Because, Anomaly responded, we need to get to the same place.
            Fine. I won’t teleport. I’ll just claw her throat out and we can leave.
            Don’t do that either!
            Ivy sighed. As Saturnine came closer, her thoughts became easy to hear. Hello Ivy, hello Anomaly.
            “Why don’t you speak so we can all hear you?” Ivy said, glaring. “Because if you insist we speak through thoughts, I assure you, I can kill you with mine. And I will.”
            “Okay, then we’ll speak out loud.”
            “Interesting army you’ve got there. Do you mind telling me what they are?”
            “They’re mannequins.”
            “I see that. Is there a fancy name for them or anything?”
            “Of course there is. They’re called…” Saturnine looked as if she was trying to think of something.
            “I have an idea. They’re called cucumbers.”
            “That’s not what they’re called.”
            “I love your cucumber army, Saturnine. It looks so friendly and loving.”
            “Stop it.”
            “But they love you. You should show them some respect, at the very least.”
            “I’m serious; Ivy, you had better stop it or I’ll kill you right now.”
            “With what? Your cucumbers? Because they’re so incredibly terrifying.”
            Ivy saw Audacious and Anomaly grinning, shoulders shaking, doing their best not to laugh. Saturnine, however, seemed furious about the entire thing. She observed the three of them for a moment. She looked as though there was something she needed to say, but thought of something else instead. “Well, I just wanted to know if you had any last words.”
            “Before I kill you with my army.”
            “Ah. How lovely. I always thought I would die because of a cucumber. However, I usually expected it to lick my face off with its peel or something entirely rational like that,” Ivy responded with a grin.
            Saturnine glared for a moment, then sighed. “Indeed. Death by cucumbers. So, any last words?”
            “Oh, I have some,” Audacious said, his hand raised, looking at Saturnine. “Let’s see, what were they… Just, just give me a moment. Man, I had thought of them, just in case of the odd situation where I would need to know them… Wait another few seconds… Um… Oh yes. That’s right. I remember now. They were, ‘You should look behind you, moron’.”
            Saturnine’s eyes narrowed and she turned around just as a ball of green energy hit her square in the face. Anomaly hurled another, and that one hit Saturnine in the stomach. Saturnine fell down, and stopped moving.
            Ivy stared. “Does it always look that cool when I attack someone?” she asked Anomaly.
            “I’d assume so.”
            Ivy thought for a moment. “Saturnine is so easy to defeat. I bet she hates us.”
            “Oh, she does. That’s for sure.”
            “Yeah… Hey, why did she want you dead anyway?”
            She hesitated. “That’s another matter.” Anomaly glanced around at the mannequins. “Damn… those are creepy.”
            “Well, all vegetables are creepy. And murderous,” Ivy said. “By the way, I’m officially calling those things cucumbers. You should too. That way I know what you’re talking about, and you know what I’m talking about when I talk about those and when you’re talking about those cucumbers. I doubt we’ll ever talk about cucumbers, so when we talk about cucumbers we’ll always know what cucumbers we’re talking about. Do I make absolute perfect sense to you?” Audacious was about to respond, but Ivy cut in before he could. “I do? Do I? Are you positive? Entirely sure? One hundred percent? No doubt whatsoever? Are you completely sure—“
            “Ivy!” Anomaly said abruptly.
            Ivy looked over. “Yes, Anomaly?”
            “Stop it!”
            “Oh. Right. Sorry. Back to the situation of dealing with the cucumbers.”
            Audacious looked at Ivy. “I never would’ve guessed that a feared assassin was so… random about everything.”
            “No one would’ve. That’s what makes me so interesting. Well, that and every other thing about me, too.”
            “Okay then…”
            “Yes. That is okay. You know it is.”
            “I’m just going to stop responding now.”
            “Ivy, it looks like your cucumber friends don’t like us too much,” Anomaly said, “because they look like they’re about to attack us.”
            “Is that so?” a voice said from behind them. They whirled around to see Saturnine getting to her feet.
            “Can I please just kill her?” Ivy asked Anomaly softly.
            “No, Ivy, killing isn’t very nice,” she replied in a whisper.
            “Since when do you think I care about nice?”
            “Just shut up.” She raised her voice. “Hey Saturnine. I guess I didn’t hit you hard enough – want me to hit you again? Or Ivy could. I know she wants to.”
            “I would enjoy that,” Ivy muttered.
            “I wouldn’t, though,” Saturnine said. “Well, I’m just going to give my army – my not cucumber army – the order to attack you, then I’ll be leaving.”
            “You won’t get very far,” Ivy pointed out. “Audacious is a vampire, so he’s really fast, and both Anomaly and myself can teleport.”
            “I think I’ll give the order… Now!” Saturnine commanded, then pulled a small black ball with a button on it from her pocket. She pressed the button, then faded away, as if she had teleported. And then she was gone.
            “How the hell did she do that?” Audacious asked Anomaly as the mannequins drew closer.
            “There are only Seven Sorcerers,” Anomaly said as the three of them backed away, “but there are people who have a small degree of magic and there are objects that possess magical properties. That little ball was obviously one of them. And so are these cucumbers, as Ivy calls them.”
            “Thanks for acting like a teacher, Anomaly. I always loved that when I bothered to go to school,” Ivy said sarcastically, then threw a ball of dark blue energy into the nearest mannequin. It exploded in a flurry of plastic shards.
            Audacious nodded to her, impressed, then stepped forward and punched through one. He dropped the dead mannequin – just a piece of broken plastic now – and did the same to another. He continued in that pattern, punching through the things with his enhanced vampire-strength or whatever it was people called it now. He glanced at Ivy, knowing she was enjoying that she was finally killing something again, then got back to destroying the mannequins.
            Anomaly and Ivy were unknowingly standing back-to-back, and were using all kinds of magical attacks. They were throwing balls of energy, making flame throwers with their hands, exploding things by merely touching them, and pulling mannequins apart by merely waving their hand, with Ivy’s attacks coloured in dark blue energy and Anomaly’s in green. Ivy was tearing the limbs off some, as well as heads.
            The three of them demolished the army quickly.
            “Well, those are some interesting cucumbers,” Ivy said after a moment’s silence.
            “That’s for sure,” Anomaly answered. 
None of them spoke for a few minutes. “Why didn’t we teleport away?” Audacious asked.
            “Because if we had, the mannequins would’ve attacked normal people, and they never would’ve been able to defend themselves. Unlike us,” Ivy answered, distracted.
            “What?” Audacious and Anomaly said in unison.
            Ivy’s head tilted. “What’s the big deal?”
            “You… You said that as if you actually cared,” Audacious said. “And I know that I don’t know you all that well, but I know you well enough that you love it when people are unhappy and dying, not when they’re happy and living.”
            She frowned. “You’re right. Since when do I care?”
            “I don’t know, but it’s a weird change.”
            Ivy shook her head. “I don’t care. I know I don’t. I could care less. I don’t know what made me say that.”
            “Alright then. But I think I know something that you might care about at least a little bit,” Anomaly said.
            “What is it?”
            “Your arm.”
            “My arm…?” Ivy glanced at her right arm. There was a huge piece of sharp plastic jammed into it, and it was covered in blood, but there wasn’t any blood trickling out whatsoever. “Hmmm…” she said.
            “Uh… Doesn’t that concern you at all?” Audacious said, wondering if Ivy had even noticed it. “Because… Because your arm has a huge cut with plastic in it…”
            “How come that isn’t, you know, bleeding?” Anomaly said, her voice seeming half curious, half suspicious.
            Ivy looked at her but didn’t say anything. “It’s like when I asked about you and Saturnine,” she said at last. “It’s another matter.”
            “Okay, fair enough. But I suggest that you get it out of your arm, at the very least.”
            “Oh, that isn’t an issue in the slightest.” Ivy gripped the plastic with the fingertips of her left hand and yanked it out, leaving a hole in her arm. She put her hand over it, then, after a few moments, pulled it away. Her arm was completely healed.
            Audacious stared. “How did you do that?”
            “I’m a Sorcerer. I can do pretty much anything I want. You really need to remember these things,” Ivy said to him.
            “I suppose I do,” he responded, clearly impressed with the fact that Ivy could heal herself. “Can you heal other people, too?”
            “Um… I’ve never tried, seeing as how my sole purpose in life for a while has been to, well, hurt people…”
            “So, were changing subjects. What should we do now?” Anomaly asked.
            “You’re the adult,” Ivy said, “you decide.”
            Anomaly rolled her eyes and looked to Audacious. “Do you have any suggestions?”
            “Maybe we could get out of the rain?” Audacious said.
            “And possibly get the mud off us?” Ivy added.
            “You guys are… Never mind.” Anomaly was going to say, ‘You guys are wimps’, but with Ivy there? Not a chance.
            “We aren’t being wimpy, Anomaly,” Ivy glared. “I read your thoughts. And you want to get out of here just as badly as we do.”
            Ivy suddenly grabbed Audacious’ and Anomaly’s wrists, and in an instant she had teleported them all back to her house.
            “What  did you just do?” Anomaly asked.
            “Teleported. What do you think?”
            “Well, yeah, of course you teleported, but how did you think of somewhere to go so quickly?”
            Ivy shrugged. “Maybe I’m a ninja.”
            “Maybe,” Anomaly  sighed. She glanced around the house. “You’re house looks nice.”
            “Thanks. I like it, too, which is why I live here,” Ivy said. “I’m going to take a shower and get changed. You can two do whatever you want, as long as you don’t snoop around my house. Oh, and you aren’t allowed in my bedroom.”
            Ivy walked into the bathroom, and took a shower. She had to admit – she hated being covered in mud, simply because it wasn’t her thing. She liked to be clean, but didn’t mind being a little dirty. But being covered in it? It was bothering her for sure.
            When she was finished, she turned off the water, wrapped a towel around herself, and teleported into her room. She put her index fingertips together for a moment, and within a few seconds she was completely dry. She put on all black, because she always did – black boots, black jeans, black jacket, and black shirt – and ran a brush through her hair. She glanced in the mirror. She had to admit, she looked pretty freaking creepy because of her pale skin, indigo eyes, and the all black next to her already black, long, wavy hair. Creepy, but still cool.
            She walked out of her room, and into the living room, which was where she had left Anomaly and Audacious. They were both in there, sitting on the couch, already clean from after the rain. Ivy went over to them and sat down.
            “Hey Ivy,” they both said to her.
            “I don’t understand why I have to say this again; hay is for horses,” she said in response.
            “How silly of us,” Anomaly said sarcastically.
            “Yes, how silly of you. It’s getting dark outside… We should probably all just stay here tonight. There’s no way whatsoever Saturnine – or anyone else – could break in,” Ivy said to the two of them.
            “How do we know that, if we do stay, you won’t pull our heads off or something?” Audacious asked.
            Ivy shrugged. “You guys are kind of cool, and I like hanging out with you. There’s only a couple of people I like to be around. So I won’t pull your head off or anything. Yet.”
            “Fine, okay,” Audacious said.
            A thought came to Ivy’s mind. “Hey, how come nothing’s happening to you?”
            “What do you mean?”
            “I mean, you’re a vampire, and it’s dark outside.”
            “So why aren’t I  scary blood-sucking monster right now?”
            Ivy nodded.
            “Because I don’t  want to be.”
            “Cool. Anomaly, are you fine with just staying here?”
            “Yep,” she responded.
            “Well, then, that was decided easily.”
            “It was indeed. In the morning,” Anomaly said, “let’s think of a way to get rid of Saturnine.”
            “Agreed,” said Ivy.
            “Agreed,” said Audacious.