[Katya]

Hadha sat on the edge of her chair, gazing into the computer screen anxiously. It had been exactly 53 minutes since the words on the bottom of the conversation she was having with Arthryn had changed from 'typing' to 'text entered'. All 53 minutes, Hadha had refused to let her eyes even wander from the brightly lit monitor. She had wondered how long Arthryn had intended on making her wait, and whether she had gone off to do something else without letting her know; an unlikely factor, Hadha had decided, as Arthryn wasn't rude in the least of ways. I'd take rudeness over this anyday, thought Hadha, the words 'text entered' just have so much mystery about them. If she was typing, I could expect a reply; and if she was away, I wouldn't. But text entered? What the hell does that mean anyways? Hadha lifted her arms to stretch, accidentaly knocking her favorite black pen off the desk. It hit the ground with a thud, making Hadha jump about two feet in the air.

"Everything alright in there?" called Rinion from the doorway to the bathroom. He was leaning his lean, 6-foot frame against the wall and twirling a cigarette om his right hand. He looked incredibly handsome at that moment; his chiseled torso smooth and hairless, and his long, golden hair flapping casually about his jawbone.

"Er..yes," said Hadha, without even looking at him.

"Maybe you would like to join me in the bath? This one is uber cool, and has jets!" pleaded Rinion.

"NO!! I'm busy! Besides, it's that time of month, how do you expect me to-"
"Alright, alright, say no more. I'll go get my biohazard suit and a tampon from the basement. Maybe some Clorox too, if it gets that bad," replied Rinion. Receiving no reply from Hadha, he turned and walked out of the room, humming 'Alouette' to himself quietly. Hadha rolled her eyes, and bent over to pick up the pen she had dropped. Instead of finding her pen, she came face to face with the steely ends of a pair of steel-toed boots. And that was when her heart nearly skipped a beat.

"Looking for this?" asked Arthryn, pulling out Hadha's black pen from her pocket. "You dropped it."

"Al-al-allison?! What are you doing here?" gasped Hadha, yanking the pen from Arthryn's hand. Arthryn turned her blue eyes upon Hadha, scanning every pore on her face.

"I think you know exactly why I'm here," replied Arthryn, laughing quietly. Hadha felt her blood curdle in her veins.

"I have no idea why you're here! This is truly a shock-I mean, a surprise!"

"So you're going to try and pretend that you're innocent, and have no idea what I'm talking about, are you?" breathed Arthryn, a strange expression spreading across her face.

"Ye-I mean, no! I honestly have no idea what you're talking about!" cried Hadha.

"Does this look familiar?" asked Arthryn, drawing out a single sheet of paper the way one might draw out a sword. She handed it to Hadha with a flourish. Hadha looked down at the paper. It was a PM that had been printed out. The subject line read 'From the Moderators to The Admins: Our Ideas For Improving IF'.

"How did you get this?!" cried Hadha, "this was never meant for you to see! It was meant for Andrew and Andrew alone-" Hadha was cut-off in midsentence by the strange smile creeping up on Arthryn's face.

"The point is, I got it. There is a special function on IF called the forward button that Andrew can't help but use sometimes," said Arthryn, very quietly, gazing out of the window."And now, since you so willinglly admitted to being a part of this, I want you to tell me who else is behind this. Thar is mutiny in the air, and I intend to crush it before it materializes into a problem." Arthryn tore her gaze off the night sky, and turned back to Hadha, who was typing something furiously.

"What are you doing?!!!" screetched Arthryn, lunging for the screen. Hadha kicked the computer's jack out of the wall, and swiveled around to face Arthryn.

"I can't let you get away with this," Hadha said quietly. "This injustice has gone on for much too long. You can stand there all niht, but I won't say a word on the matter." To Hadha's surprise, Arthryn's expression grew placid. Arthryn reached out and stroked Hadha's face in a motherly fashion, stopping right under Hadha's chin. Arthryn raised her left hand, and placed it quite conspicously on Hadha's shoulder. And that's when Hadha saw them. The nails, each one of them was painted black. On the tips of every nail, there was a sharp, pointing steel tip attatched. They shimmered quite pleasantly in the moonlight, and matched perfectly to her steel toed boots. Arthryn noticed Hadha staring at them, and grinned goofily before tightening her grip around Hadha's neck.

"Goodbye, conspirator," said Arthryn in a sing-song voice, before driving the nails right into Hadha's throat.

This post has been edited by NotYourFanGirl: 25 March 2008 - 05:11 PM

[Arthryn]

Best fanfiction ever.

Don't forget that Tim is my secret evil accomplice and that we must go after Gonff next. And we will succeed in destroying him. None of this unlikely hero crap.

[Crazyshow]

True talent

[Hadhafang]

--ee a couple sentences ran off to join the circus--

Ahh yes, nails through the throat. Epic-est way to die.

[MooMoose]

Whoa. First Arthryn didn't tell us she was a man, now this!
(The above was a joke. Please do not ban me.)

Anyway, great story! Keep it up, Murtagh Fan Girl!

This post has been edited by MooMoose: 25 March 2008 - 06:41 PM

[Stormfire]

Awesome!
Now, if the moderators(even though I am one...) escape Arthryn's wrath, it would really suck.

And the nails and Hadha's death=101% pure epic-ness

[Yeerk Slayer]

You mean wrath, Storm?

This story = teh awesomeness, FanGirl.

[Thebazilly]

XD

This deserves an allcaps "epic!"

EPIIIIC!!!

Woo! Keep it up!

[Hoof Hearted]

Very nice. I give it two...no wait, do I have more then two thumbs to point in an upward direction?

Bah, forget it. I just want to see more.

Josh

[Clorox]

"Alright, alright, say no more. I'll go get my biohazard suit and a tampon from the basement. Maybe some Clorox too, if it gets that bad," replied Rinion.

Woo I get used in bed.

"Goodbye, conspirator," said Arthryn in a sing-song voice, before driving the nails right into Hadha's throat.

Wow that line should be nominated for the oscars.

Keep it up Fan Girl

[Pix]

This is brilliant. Update soon!

[BeefStew]

Love love love it.

You've shown the true Arthryn.

But I'm not too sure about Rinsy.

[Katya]

Rinion walked into the room, slightly more clumsy than typically confident stride due to the biohazard suit that covered him from head to toe. He was holding a Costco box of regular-sized tampons, and nearly dropped them when he saw her.
"Hadha!!" He set the tampons down, and ran to her side. He stared at the puddle of blood spreading in a circle around her.

"You have a big one this month! I guess this is what they mean by 'riding the crimson wave', though it really is more like a crimson puddle in this case." Rinion glanced at the box of tampons he had set on the ground.

"I don't really think that regular would work after all. Let me go get the extra-maxi-jumbo sized ones that I borrowed from Thorin yesterday," said Rinion. He picked up the box of regular tampons and began making his way out of the room.

"AAAAAAAGH!!!!" screamed Rinion, dropping the box of tampons. It promptly burst, sending tampons in every direction. Amidst the storm of little, white cardboard objects, a dark shadow appeared on the other side of the doorway.

"I don't think you'll be going anywhere," chuckled Arthryn. She casually flicked a tampon off of her black trench coat, and turned her blue penetrators upon Rinion.

"Now, I'm going to be down-to-the point. There is a mutiny at IF, and I need to know who was involved. Your girlfriend there was a definite conspirator, but she was worth very little value because she wouldn't talk. But don't worry, she died a quick and painless death," said Arthryn, thinking of the 5 minutes Hadha had spent writhing and gagging on the floor before finally dying. Rinion gulped, glancing at Hadha once more. And only then did he notice the puncture marks on her neck.

"Oh mother of lord! Don't kill me!! Arthryn, I beg you, don't kill me!!!" squealed Rinion.

"Then you'd better start talking," she growled back in return.

"But I honestly don't know anything! This is all Hadha's idea! I have no clue whatsoever! Je ne sais pas!"

"What the hell does 'juh-ne-say-pah' mean?!" questioned Arthryn.

"I don't know," replied Rinion.

"YOU JUST SAID IT! HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW??!!!" screamed Arthryn, grabbing Rinion around his neck.

" I-I-mean, it really does mean 'I don't kno-"

"ENOUGH!" boomed Arthryn, glaring at his neck disappointedly. Her nails, in all their wonderance, couldn't penetrate his biohazard suit. She had no intention of telling him that though. "Since you are so unfavorable to talking, I'm afraid you'll have to come with me. There's already too much blood in this house, so I'll have to dispose of you in a different location."

"Nooo! Please! I beg you-"

"Shut up, or I'll screw it all and throw you out of the window." Arthryn pulled out a leash and a spiked collar from her coat, and tightened it around Rinion's neck. Once again, the biohazard suit prevented it from doing much harm, but Arthryn figured Rinion was too far gone to realize that.

"Sil vous plait! Do not harm me!" cried Rinion, as Arthryn dragged him out onto the street. There were no cars on the street, and it looked quite desolate and dark. Then Rinion noticed a dark figure slowly moving down the street. As it neared, it slowly took the form of a motorcycle. The motorcycle screeched to a stop in front of Arthryn. A black leather clad, tall brunette man descended from the bike.

"You owe me a cig, Arthryn. It's been 8 minutes and 32 seconds. That's 1 minute and 32 seconds more than you bet," said Tim, flashing his rolex at Arthryn. Arthryn glared at Rinion, and yanked his cigarette out of his mouth. Handing it to Tim, she replied in a whisper,

"I couldn't kill the guy. His biohazard suit is totally impenetrable."

"Oh really?" laughed Tim. Taking a puff, he pulled out his black combat knife and pointed it right at Rinion's heart.

"Take that effin' suit off or I'll spear you on the spot." In his complete fear, Rinion had no choice but to comply. He shed the protective suit, and stood in the street, clad only in a pair of white briefs.

"Alright," said Tim, gently running the knife up and down Rinion's torso, leaving a line of blood. "Now you will tell me who is the head behind the mutiny, or I will kill you right now."

Gasping in pain, Rinion cried out, "Gonff! It was all Gonff's idea! Everything was Gonff's idea! Mondieu!" Arthryn smiled at Tim.

"We know where we have to go then," she said, still smiling.

"Climb onboard," said Tim, helping her up onto his black and red motorcycle.

"What about me?" asked Rinion.

"There's only room for two," replied Tim, cackling. The motorcycle let out a roar, and took off into the night. As the sound of the motor faded, Rinion stood shivering in the street, not believing his luck. He got so close to being killed. And poor Hadha! How could he make such a mista- Wait, what was that sound? thought Rinion. It was the sound of a motor, getting closer. And closer. And then he saw it. It was the bike, heading straight towards him.

"Zut alo-" He was dead before he even hit the ground. The bike veered off slightly to the right, but Tim's excellent driving skills steadied it easily.

"Cool stunt, huh?" said Tim to Arthryn, "I've been yearning to try that one out."

"That's a killer stunt," replied Arthryn, and they both burst out into evil laughter. She looked at Rinion's disfigured body. "Au revoir, loser." She pulled out a pad from her bag, and tossed it on top of him. "Maybe that will work better than those tampons." Tim revved up the engine again, and together, the two darkly clad leaders diseappeared into the night.

This post has been edited by NotYourFanGirl: 26 March 2008 - 01:35 PM

[Hadhafang]

That was incredibly brilliant XD I can't wait for Rinsy to see this. I love his French XD RIP Rinsy. I feel really bad for Gonff.

Update soooon!

[Yeerk Slayer]

OMG! This is so freakin' awesome!