Noelle - Day 160 (HELLO)

How's your day going?
Well today is Sunday, plus the official start of Advent, so get your Christmas trees out people, it's time for snow!  (Mom: shhh!  The weather will hear you!!!)  Anyway, I mainly hoping for time to write, paint, and blog this holiday season, and that my radio station won't go all "holiday hits" on me. Hopefully.

It's been a while (almost a full week!  gasp!) since I posted RMS story parts, so let's start off with one of those, k?

The Survivors (Parts 6 & 7) {don't worry...part 7 is really short}

“I...still...don’t...think...that...this is allowed!”  Nova panted, struggling to hold onto Iron Fist’s arm.  “You still...have...the...box?”

“Yeah!”  Danny called and snugged the slippery black cube closer to his chest.

Suddenly, out of the dark below, Jess flew up to meet them.  Nova stopped dead, staring as Jess slowly flapped her shredded wings.  “Down on the ground, cheaters,” She yelled, her voice rolling with the odd accent that nobody could place, just like last time.  Sam shuddered.  Luckily, it was just a game this time.

“You never said we couldn’t fly so I’ll go with...’um, no way!’”  Danny called back, pulling his companion back to the present (and, unfortunately, down a few feet as well).  “We were here first!”

“Pleeeaaaaseeee?”  Jess whined, her wings slamming down on the air and her entire face a mocking frown.

“No,” Nova grunted, “Or we’ll throw our anti-dragon device at you!  Go away!”

“An anti-dragon device? Do I look like a dragon to you?”

“Well, you have the off-color skin...and the leathery bat wings...and those fangs,” Danny said before he realized she was being sarcastic.

Jess dove under them and pulled up hard behind Nova’s back.  “I’ll go easy on you, Bucket-head.  Keep the box.  After all, nobody said it would be any help to you.”

She vanished into the darkness below, and they followed in pursuit, Danny having dropped to the ground.  “She’ll lead us to the others!”  He called, snagging his blonde hair once more under his mask.  It was still frizzy from the flight, but he ignored that and kept running.

Nova darted down low and zipped around corners just ahead of his friend to check for traps.  Suddenly, a JARVIS’s heavy British voice came on over the speaker system, “Bonus box released.”  Danny stopped dead, because the black box had slid open.

“Thirty feet of rope,” He read off a tag that was attached to the long, black coil in his hands.  He tossed a much smaller package to Nova.

“Earplugs for the two contestants?”  Sam muttered.  “Why in the world do we need earplugs?!”

“Who knows?  Jess is just up to her usual tricks,” said a voice that sounded suspiciously like Hawkeye’s around the corner.  They peered around the edge and were surprised to see, not the Avenger, but Jess’s little sister.  It was definitely her face, although it was now haloed by chocolate brown curls and a tinge of eery green light.

“Mirage?”  The boys chorused suspiciously.

“But...but...you just sounded like Hawkeye, who, no offence or anything, is not a ten year old girl,” Nova said, a frown spreading across his face.

“You think I can just change my hair color?  Wow.  And Jess said she hung out with smart people,” Mirage said, her voice indeed a perfect imitation of Hawkeye’s.  Slightly creepy, coming from a young girl.  She pursed her dark lips and added, “And I’m eleven, and nearly as tall as you are, jerk.”

“That was out of line!”  Nova snapped, who was rather sensitive about his height (or lack of it, I should say).

Mirage shook her head frantically.  “Keep your voice down!  They’ll hear us!”

“Ok, enough of this,” Iron Fist said with appropriate quietness, cutting across Sam’s splutters.  “Why are you here, and why are you helping us?”

“Jess didn’t bother to give you the pre-games spiel - spying and double-agent-ing is a traditional part of the Dragon Games.  I wanted you guys to have a fighting chance.”

“I don’t think double-agent-ing is a word,” Nova said, still brooding over the height comment.

Danny frowned right back at him and added, “And why...?”

“Because why not?”  She laughed, and her voice returned to its normal girliness.  “I have to go, but two lefts and a right should get you on your way.”

The two teenagers looked at eachother while Mirage clambered over a barricade and vanished into the darkness, taking her strange green light with her.  “Well?  Do we take her advice?”  Iron Fist wondered, still suspicious.

“Do we have a choice?”  Sam popped in the earplugs.  “There has to be a reason that we were given these, right?  Its gaming logic - you don’t get a bonus box filled with supplies unless you are going to need those supplies in the upcoming boss battle.”

“This isn't a video game,” Danny said, exasperated, but he put in the earplugs as well.

The two boys jogged on by unspoken consent.  Nova lazily floated, but Danny barely broke into a sweat as he ran.

They moved along until they had taken two lefts and were faced with a fork.  "Hawkeye said go right," Sam muttered in Iron Fist's ear, having yanked his earplug out from behind the tufts of blonde hair.

Iron Fist made a face, then went to the right, jamming the foam back in his ear, while Nova drifted off to the left.

*******

Danny darted up to corner and listened as hard as he could past the ridiculous American sound-blockers that Nova had insisted he wear.  Silence.

First one cautious step, then another...

...there was a sudden and noisy scuffle to Danny's left, in the direction that his only teammate had gone.  Then more silence.  A shiver ran down his spine under his green suit, and he steeled his nerves.

And stepped around the corner.

Instantly, a blinding green light - so brilliant, he felt the night vision goggles fizzle in their attempt to keep up - filled his vision.   Everything around him was white and green, and then a black wedge boot swung out of the mist and the last thing Danny could remember thinking was how much the spikes on those shoes would hurt if they collided against his face.

And then, sadly, they did.

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If you haven't read my first book (The Warriors) then you can contact me and go "Nooooellllee!!! I want to read your awesome book!!!" If you haven't read the first couple parts from The Survivors, you can click here.

So let's see, I need to make up for a week of bad posts (I was sick...and then I had no time...and then I slept all day and had no time again...) and so, even though this is usually where I leave off, I'll write some more, simply cuz I love you guys. You're awesome.

And now I don't know what to say....

Let's see....*waits impatiently for inspiration*

When I blog, it's usually at night, although I reschedule all the posts so it looks like I get up bright n early (ha!) I listen to my fave playlist, which includes both randoms (every heard of Trout Fishing in America? Didn't thinks so), country stars, and favorites like Fight Song and Dynamite. I'm usually not focusing on one thing at once (am I ever?) but actually blogging, exploring on G+, chatting with friends online, working on Survivors, or just staring angrily at the screen going...um...what do I say?

Example: right now, I have six tabs open on my web browser, a word document open, music playing, and a chat box open with my friend and fellow blogger Madison. See what I mean?

Anyway, now I really am going to leave, cuz my Dad just made popcorn and I don't want to get grease on my nice keyboard. It would mess up my typing abilities. Yeah.

I hope you have a great day, and I will see you tomorrow for another 365 post (205 days to go!) Don't forget to comment!