"Do you have any last words?" Tarrel asked, licking his lip's slightly. "You have a couple moments before I have to kill you. So go ahead, ask away." "Why are you here to kill me?" Fate asked, trying to remain calm. "Someone hired me. Since I need money, and I kill good, you're the perfect target." Tarrel replied, smirking. "Yeah. Since someone hired you, I want to know who it is." Fate replied, shivering slightly from absolute fear.
"Someone I hate. Someone I despise to no end." Tarrel replied, his face turning angry. "And after I kill you, I'm killing him. I don't care if Miracle asked me to kill you, because he was the first person to beat me." "...Miracle?..." Fate twitched, unable to contain herself. "You're saying that my father, Miracle, sent you to kill his daughter?"
"OH-HO! So you're Miracle's daughter! I've heard quite a bit about you from Matthew LeBlanc..." Tarrel smirked, taking away his Soul Robber for a moment. "If I took you as a hostage, or better yet, brought you back home, Miracle and Sketchy would be furious at me... Or at each other. That'd be quite a show to see..." Tarrel thought out loud slightly, ignoring Fate.
"SKETCHY!? AND MIRACLE!? What do you know!?" Fate asked, holding her two keyblades at his neck. "One wrong move and I WILL kill you." "... Geez... I thought you wouldn't fight back... This is gonna be mighty interesting, then..." Tarrel thought, lowering his arms. He suddenly kicked Fate in the stomach, sending her flying back into a wall. He pounced on her, his foot on her back and his Soul Robber to her neck.
"You didn't fight back too much. You're lazy. Just like all those obese American kid's." Tarrel sighed, pushing his foot into Fate's spine. She yelped slightly, a tear coming from her eye. "Pain, you see, is at its best when you can feel it. Therefore, I'm going to make you feel more pain then you've ever felt before. Very simple." Tarrel smirked, raising his Soul Robber. "First off, I'm cutting off your arm, just like what happened to dear old dad. Hope it hurt's." Tarrel was about to lower his arm, when suddenly-
"TARREL!" Matthew called out, kicking the door down. "I TOLD you. Be quiet around the kids!" "...Kids? Ohmigod, you got laid already!?" Fate asked, shaking her head. "She wasn't pregnant yesterday!" "Oh, we used those condoms the Author tried to use to protect himself with. Kinda didn't work." Matthew stated, kinda embarrassed. "But. She. Yesterday. She. Wasn't. Those. Condoms... HOW!?" Fate asked, banging her head on the ground.
"CRAP! Gotta finish this!" Tarrel stated, raising his arm again. Matthew kicked Tarrel before he attacked Fate, slamming him into the wall as well. "You are MY character! I command you! Get your crazy butt back to my fanfic before I have to be serious!" Matthew stated, taking out his keyblade. "Oooh... Two against one. Not pretty." Tarrel said out loud, thinking for a moment. He took his Soul Robber, grabbed one of Fate's keyblades, threw it through a window and jumped through the now broken window.
"Ya forgot to be serious, Matt!" Tarrel laughed, running away. "I got a keyblade to myself now! Next time I see you, I'ma gonna kick your ass!" Tarrel laughed, running into the darkness. "...Damn..." Fate whispered to herself, still lying straight down on the floor. "He took one of my keyblades... He almost killed me... And he said Miracle sent him to kill me, at that... What the hell is going on, anyways?"
"I wouldn't worry about that." Matthew stated, helping Fate up. "Tikara and Daze are with us in the room with Emily. They got some news for you." Matthew stated, helping Fate walk through the hallway. "Oh, yeah. The author is trying to recover from when I kicked his nuts in. He should be around in a couple minutes." Mattthew smirked, opening the door to Emily's room.
Tikara instantly glomped Fate, not noticing that Fate's back hurt terribly. "FATE! FATEFATEFATE!" Tikara stated, licking Fate on the nose. "Uh... Tikara... I think Fate is having a slight problem..." Daze stated, picking Tikara up. "Sorry! I haven't seen you since the last chapter! I heard violence and The Author and I got worked up..." Tikara stated, looking somewhat embarrassed.
"Welcome back Fate." Emily said, lying in the bed with two babies in her lap. "KAWAAI! So cute!" Fate stated, staring at the babies. "Got any names for 'em?" "...Uh... No. We've been too busy trying to kill The Author so we can raise the children in a peaceful environment..." Matthew stated, scratching his head.
"WAITAMINUTE!" The Author stated, appearing from under the bed. "I am NOT a-" Matthew quickly stepped on The Author's face. "Get back here, dammit!" Matthew yelled, jumping under the bed. The Author got dragged under as well, and silent screams were heard.
"...Right. Anyways, we got some info on Miracle's whereabouts." Daze stated, pulling out a chair for Fate to sit on. "Sketchy has him in a dungeon. Somewhere down below where the holiday leaders were captured once a couple decades ago." "...WHAT!? But how!? Tarrel just kicked my ass, and he said Miracle hired him to kill me!" Fate stated, not caring about the condition of her back.
"WHAT!? Miracle lubs you! He's not a killer, and I should know!" Tikara stated, resting firmly on Fate's head. "I wouldn't make drawings of him if he were evil!" "And besides. He's my father. If he hurt a friend, I'd never forgive him." Daze stated, smirking. "...Thanks..." Fate sighed, shaking her head. "Should we head out to the next town now or what?"
"HOLD IT!" The Author called out, crawling out from under the bed. "My thought's might be affected by the fact that I have massive blood loss, but I can't write anymore about how this all is going on. I need Fate to be in bed and I need some SERIOUS blood donations right now." "GET BACK HERE!" Matthew stated, pulling The author back under the bed.
"...How in the hell do they fit down there?" Fate asked, thinking for a moment. "I'ma gonna try and help Matt kill The Author. Try and get some sleep, Fate!" Tikara stated, crawling under the bed. She got stuck halfway through. "HA! You're too fat!" The Author stated, poking Tikara's nose. Tikara lifted the bed, her eyes full of fury.
"NEVER. POKE. THE. NOSE." Tikara stated, now under the bed. "O_o... Aw, s***." The Author said out loud, now screaming in pain. "... Do you think Tikara has medication's for this kinda stuff?" Daze asked, looking under the bed. "Nah. She's not as fun that way." Fate stated, slowly standing up. "I'm going to lie down and sleep. I don't care about what happens while I sleep."
"Alright then. If something bad happens, I'm not gonna wake you." Daze stated, smirking. "Fine. I don't care anyway." Fate sighed, walking down the hallway. She jumped into a bed, sighing happily. "Finally, a bed..." She sighed again, closing her eyes. So many mysteries and no time to solve them. What shall happen tomorrow is anyone's guess.
