Lock POV-
I scowled at my cards, feeling pissed at their crappyness. "Got any fives?" Shock asked, grinning. I threw it at her, glaring. "How do you know all of my cards?!" I screamed. "I'm a witch remember?? She laughed. Barrel sat down behind me, eating a lolipop.
"How am I suppose to concentrate with you slurping?" I growled, turning sharply to see Barrel holding a paper with the numbers of my cards on them. "WHA-?!" I screeched, flinging myself at Barrel and knocking him down while I pounded his back and pulled his hair.
I heard Shock laughing then I was rolling on the ground, shock standing over me. "Even without Barrel, I could have won!" She sneered. "You wish witchy!" I yelled, knocking her down with a good hard kick to the back of her knees. She rolled onto her back and I sat on her stomach, pinning her down with my hands around her throat.
"You-!!!" She screamed, gagging as she kicked and slapped at me. Her fist caught my face with surprising strenght, considering she was a year younger than me and a girl. I was thrown into the wall, landing on the stomach as I tried to catch my breath. Suddenly, Barrel and Shock were sitting on me!
"Na na!" Barrel laughed, blowing a rasberry. "God I hate you two!" I hissed, trying to get up. But I knew I didn't. We were best friends. Suddenly, Shock let out a squeal. "OMG looks! A black widow!" She screamed, grabbing a net and a knife. "Let's catch it!" She added. "Ya!" Barrel said, taking his spear.
"I call the flame thrower!" I yelled, grabbigng it before Barrel could. "Hey you got it last time! He wined. "Shaddup!" Shock yelled, advancing on the spider.
Something was odd about it. It seemed totally comfortable and its red 'Hour-glass' on its back was outlined in white. Suddenly a frozen wind blew into the house, knocking us backwards and out the window. "Ahhhhh!!!!" I screamed. Shock screamed too, but Barrel yelled "MOMMY!!!!!!" We hit the ground with a dull thud.
"Oww." I groaned, sitting up. Shock was laying face-down while Barrel was crying. "Why are you crying?" I asked, irritated. "Because my lolli is covered in gunk!" He wailed, holding out his black and orange lollipop. It was covered in dust, hair, grass and a few still twitching incects.
I noticed that Shock was still lying face down. "Shcok?" I called, getting up and walking over. I flipped her on her back, sighing with relief when I saw her breathing. "I saw her hit a rock." Barrel said, appearing at my side. "ouch." I said. "She is just porbably knocked out cause of the fall and hitting the rock." I pointed out, nodding to the large sharp rock.
"Acually, it was my doing." A musical voice said. "Who said that?!" I screamed. "And what do you mean, 'your doing'?" Barrel added. The voice laughed, sounding like a bell. 'Shock is fine. But she is going to remain unconcious until you all agree to join my plan. Then rest asure, no harm will come to Shock."
I growled, casting a wild glance at Barrel. "What do you want us to do?" I yelled. I heard a chuckle in responce before a hodded figure walked out.
It was clearly a girl, judging by the size and voice. She was wearing a long black cloak that showed only a little bit of her long red dress. A lock of blond hair tumbled out of the hood, though her eyes and most of her face wee in the shadows.
"I hear good things." Barrel scoffed, still trying to wake up Shock. "The only person who would say we were good at doing work is-" He said, cutting off as his eyes rounded and grew. "But how?" I asked, getting it too. "We are related." She answered simply. "By what grounds?" I asked. "Father and daughter." She said, after a pause. She laughed softly as Barrel and I gasped.
"But he never had kids!" Barrel blurted out. "Do you doubt me? I can defete a witch. I can knock you from a tree with a mear gust of wind. I can change my form." She listed. We stopped, out heads spinning. It was impossible! But he knew it wasn't. He could see her power, much like her father's. And she moved with a grace that was the same as his, slow but gentle and delibret.
Who are you?" Barrel and I asked at the same time, our voices meer whispers. "I." She said, pausing. "Am Amethyst Boogie." She said, gliding forward. "Daughter of Oogie Boogie and heir to the thrown of Christmas town, Jenny Clause."
