"I want to kill him," she whispered. Her voice shook with barely controlled rage, murderous intent. "I know the Huntsman did this to her. Damn it, he was her father! All she ever tried to do was please him! But she was nothing to him… nothing. Just something he could use to get me.""I want to kill him," she repeated softly. "I want to find him, and I want to kill him. I want to rip him apart, tear him limb from limb. I want to kill him as slowly and painfully as possible. And then I want to revive him so I can kill him again."
"Jake, you know I love you."
He thought he knew what was coming. "Yeah, I do."
"And I like Fred."
"Mmm-hmm…"
"And if he puts the moves on Phoebe, I'm going to have to kill him."
"Right."
You realize my cousin's giving you a death glare," Phoebe murmured.
"Is she?"
"She's protective."
Rose was indeed glaring daggers his way, Fred mused. He grinned at her and waved. Phoebe stifled a laugh behind her hand, not quite succeeding. "She's going to kill you," she whispered, giggling. "As soon as she gets you alone, she's going to kill you."
Fred made a mental note to never be alone in Rose's company
Jasmine burst through the door and halfway across the ground. She froze when she saw Phoebe and Fred; her eyes sparkled with laughter, but she managed to keep a straight face. "You didn't see me," she said as she began to back out. "I never came up. I was never here. Now I'm gone." And she was.
Huntsgirl was not having the best of days. Firstly, a captive gnome had set fire to her homework the night before (long story short, there was a long lull in magical activity and Rotwood had piled on the homework). Secondly, coupled with the fact her homework was now a pile of ashes blowing in the breeze, Rotwood had caught her passing a note to Jake in class and had given her after school detention.
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Her left eye twitched beneath the mask, her hand twitching on her Huntstaff as she passed by her two 'superiors'. Their geeky laughter, coupled with the occassional grunt-and-snort, made her want to turn her staff on them and just fry them… Or turn it on herself and end her misery.
And… Dear Lord…
They were playing Dungeons and Dragons.
As she passed the game, she felt a firm hand on her posterior and she stood rigidly, twitch frozen in place on her contorted face beneath her mask.
Huntsgirls yaw fell wide open, her blue eyes widening in shock. The hand on her behind had yet to lift, but instead, was rubbing in circles and occasionally squeezing.
The twitch unfroze with a magnitude of force behind it.
Whirling around, she pointed her Huntstaff, that glowed eerilly a toxic green, at a now trembling 88. "Touch me like that again and you will die a slow and painful death." She warned, starting to stalk off down the corridore for another routine sweet of the level.
"If you're getting root beer, get some pretzels too!" 89 yelled to her retreating figure.
A bolt of sizzling green, high-voltage electricity went sailing past him to crash into the wall above his head.
"Her aim was waaay off on that one." He replied nonchalantly and returned to the game
'Scratch being jinxed,' Huntsgirl thought, picking herself up from the ground after the Unicorn she had been about to capture and reared and kicked in the chest, 'the Gods are after me.'
She looked up into the air to see the American Dragon laugh at 88 and 89 as they tried to fight him. She rolled her blue eyes at Jake's antics and smiled slightly, running off to 'help' out 88 and 89
88 was readying a net while 89 distracted Jake long enough to throw it over him. Jake saw 88 ready to throw the net and moved a bit too soon, 88 still holding onto the net. He frowned but hid his smile when he saw Huntsgirl emerge from the forest, running towards her partners.
"Huntsgirl." He forced himself to growl, flying a little higher and dodging 89's swinging green-glowing Huntstaff.
"American Drag– oof!" Huntsgirl had started to say but tripped over 88's discarded Huntstaff and went flying into 88 who held the net at the ready, both flying in to 89 and they all went tumbling to the ground in a mass of net and limbs.
Stuck is what they were now.
Above the tangled trio, Jake was laughing and clutching his belly. He shut up instantly, though, when Huntsgirl threw him a glare. He still grinned stupidly though.
"It's all your fault!" 89 cried, trying to untangle himself from the other two but only managing to kick 88 in the gut and brush a hand over one of Huntrsgirls breasts.
"Yeah, Huntsgirl. It's all your fault!" 88 wheezed, moving slightly in the tight knot that was their bodies and giving an elbow upper-cut to 89's throat, his other hand landing firmly on Huntsgirls behind and giving it a squeeze.
Jake had stopped grinning upon hearing the two first year apprentices blame Huntsgirl for their situations. Well, it kind of had been her fault, seeing that it was she whom had tripped over and sent the events into action. But that was besides the point.
No one blamed his girlfriend for anything.
Jake was about to tell off 88 and 89 and speak up in her defence but was stopped when she let out an animalistic kind of roar
"I QUIT!" she screamed, gripping her Huntstaff and instantly cutting away the net. She jumped to her feet and whirled around to both 88 and 89, her Huntstaff burning and ominous green as her blue eyes blazed in fury.
88 and 89 both thought the situation was hilarious and started laughing outright.
"You can't quit!" they laughed, forgetting that at that moment in time, Huntsgirl could very easily kick their butts to Hell and back and make their deaths look like accidents.
The American Dragon above them, thought it would be best for all parties with he left and never to witness Huntsgirls fury on a living being. He disappeared into the late New York night as Huntsgirl advanced on numbers 88 and 89.
Grins fading from place, the other thing that 89 could say was: "This is gonna hurt, isn't it?"
Famous last words if she'd ever heard them
neither 88 nor 89 would be bothering her any time soon.
Not with the beating she had given them Saturday night.
She sighed, but then thought of 88 and 89 laying in the Infirmary back home at Huntsclan HQ in full body casts. She started cackling rather evilly in the middle of class.
"O yeah guys, real smart! Getting trapped in here with us!" says Rose rolling her eyes.
"Well ain't ya at least happy to see the Mack Daddy Jake?"
"O shut it, Jake. And could you get a new secret 'cuz there was nothing there! 'Cuz your deepest secret is that your dating Rosie!"
"Yes and I have a bone to pick with my brother about that!" yelled Haley
"Umm, hey Hals, why do you look like your gonna kill me?" asked Jake
"O no not kill. I'm going to Tell grandpa!"
"Gamps all ready knows! So ha!" laughed DJ
"Did she just call grandpa 'gramps'?" asked Haley
"Yeah, DJ always called Gramps that."
"What?"
"Err! Will you 3 stop!"
And Rose toke her huntstaff and said "Dark come in this is Thorn!" And when there was no answer yelled, "YO! DJ GET YOUR LAZY FREAKIN' ASS UP AND PICK UP THE DAMNED THING!"
Then a sleepy looking brunette appeared on the screen. "How'd you mess up this time, Rosie?"
"Shut it, dragon."
"Father, 1: You should know that we could take on those wimps. 2: Its DJ and Rose incase you forgot. 3: Rot in hell!" yelled DJ
."Look up" Rose looked up and saw mistletoe. "You know what happens when someone gets you under the mistletoe" Jake said with a sly smile.
"You mean this?" Rose said as she pressed her lips to Jake's. After several seconds they finally broke apart.
"Merry Christmas to me" Jake said to himself.
"I'm gonna kill you!" she threatened as she went into Huntsgirl mode (minis the outfit of course) and gave Trixie a look that would intimidate the Huntsman. Trixie turned and ran for her life. Fortunately, Spud happened to wear sneakers, while Rose was in heels. Unfortunately, Rose was smart enough to take off her heels before chasing after her/him. And even in a dress and no shoes Rose was quickly gaining on poor Trixie.
"Ouch baby, you're killing me," He whined while charading the movements of stabbing himself in the heart and twisting the blade.
"That's kinda the point, dragon,"
"What's this," he said mockingly, "did that fall scare all your ninja skills away?"
"EERRRAAAHHHHH!" she screamed. Hunstgirl was mad. Huntsgirl was really mad.
"What . . . was that . . ?" Jake asked cautiously. The American Dragon started to think he made a grave mistake.
"That," said Huntsgirl sharply, leaning on her knee to stand up, "was quite possibly the stupidest and worst thing you could have done."
"So on a scale of one to ten, how bad is that?" Jake asked, twiddling his fingers together wishing he was anywhere but here.
"Idiot! Don't try to play this off as some silly mistake! You just released one pissed off banshee from my staff!" She pointed angrily toward her broken weapon.
"Wow, wow, hold up!" Jake said, flailing his arms around, "you mean to tell me that the thing that powers your staff is the tortured soul of a night elf spirit?"
"Yes."
"And the Huntsclan knowingly put these unstable magical creatures into their weapons?"
"Yes."
"Oh, like I really care about the Huntsclan right now," Jake snapped. He looked over at Huntsgirl again, saw the impassive expression in her eyes and sighed. "Looks like we are going to have to work together if we ever want to catch this thing," he conceded.
"Fine," Huntsgirl agreed, "but after we capture this thing it's back to business as usual."
"Fine by me," he was about to say something snarky but was cut off by another ghastly scream that echoed through the air.
"Looks like we have our work cut out for us," he said, after the chilling shrieks dissipated in the breeze.
Wasting no time, Jake grabbed her hand, hoisting her onto his back and took to the skies.
Jake chuckled, "What, the big bad Huntsgirl can't figure out a widdle technological object- owww!" Jake reached for his now scratched elbow. "Did you just shoot me?"
"No," Huntsgirl replied, in a not-so-innocent voice.
"Girl, what is your issue? I mean seriously- OWWW!" Jake reached for his now bleeding elbow. "STOP SHOOTING A ME!" He was less than humored at the moment.
Shannon was scared. Her husband betrayed her. She ran into her 10-year old daughters' room and locked the door. Rose woke up."Mommy? What's going on?"
"Hush, child." She grabs Rose and holds her. "I can't be with you much longer." Outside, Rose can hear her dad pounding on the door."SHANNON! OPEN THIS DOOR!"
"Your dad thinks you're at your Grandparents'. Hide under the bed." She hugs her. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Mommy." She hides under the bed. Shannon runs to the door and yanks it open.
"GET OUT! GET THE HECK OUT OF HERE!" "YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME! YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME YOU WERE REJOINING THE HUNTSCLAN!" "MAYBE IF YOU KEPT THAT A SECRET-" Rose heard no more except a mighty dragon roar, the sound of a claw scratching flesh, a scream, and a body hitting the floor. Rose panted quietly as tears sprang to her eyes. No. she thought then she heard someone slamming a door open and footsteps pounding up the stairs.
"You!" She heard someone snarl. She then saw a flash of green light and a body flying across the room.
A large black dragon looked into a magical screen. It showed a girl with black hair and blue eyes, it was Violet Long, the daughter of the American Dragon. "She might be a strong and interesting ally to join our army," he said.
"I don't know, master," said Chang, "She might refuse, like her father."
"We will see about that, Chang," said the Dark Dragon, "My Shades will help capture her and bring her here,"
"Don't you think she will be as stubborn as her father?" Chang asked.
"If she will be, she won't leave alive,"
"Lao Shi and Jake Long did," Chang muttered.
"What did you say?" the Dark Dragon growled.
"Nothing," Chang replied hastily.
"You doubt my plan?"
"No," Chang replied.
The Dark Dragon glared at her, "I know you do," he growled, "But there is more to it than you think." He looked back at the screen, "Violet Long will be a strong ally and she will join us,"
"Farrell, do you think Violet was thinking about a guy, that afternoon?" Jake asked.
"Yes, sir," Farrell replied, "She even came close to mentioning who he was that night,"
"Really?" Jake asked.
"yup,"
"Hmm… Do you think he's a nice guy, or a guy like Morton?" Jake asked.
"Dunno, sir," Farrell said, "She didn't say what he was like."
"Farrell, when we first met, didn't you say you were good at stealth?"
"Yeah, sort of,"
"How 'bout spying?"
"What fo-" Farrell then realized why, "Me? Spy on her?"
Jake nodded.
"Oh so you're playin' the role of the overprotective father, huh?"
"Uh… well… I mean don't spy on like every move," Jake said, "I mean… just find out what he's like,"
"I don't know," Farrell said unsurely.
"A whole box of biscuits might change your mind,"
How much do you want me to know?" he asked excitedly.
"If he's nice and… ya know… basically if he's nice, polite… stuff like that, ya know what I mean?"
"Got it, chief," the ferret saluted. He jumped down from the dresser and walked to Violet's room.
"And what was that about?" Rose asked, putting a hand on her hips.
"Oh, nothing,"
"What is it with your little spy?"
Jake sighed, "Just curious… and suspicious," he added
"About what?"
"I think Violet has a crush on someone," Jake said.
Rose sighed, "Oh, come on Jake! Remember when we were her age?"
"Yeah, but-"
"Your parents and my uncle didn't bother us that much when we were falling in love," Rose pointed out.
"Yeah, but what if she makes a mistake and falls in love with a Huntsboy?"
"Mistake?!!!!????