Having a Drink.

I curse under my breath and pull back my jet-black bangs from my eyes. I'm up for it, man. I'm ready to kick some bad-guy butt, I say, sounding like I did when I was a little kid playing superheroes, but this time, I was closer to that reality then I had ever been.

I shake my head slightly at them. "Watch your backs," I whisper, "melting" into the shadow of the door.

OOT: do you want me to rp the enemy?

I obey his orders and grab forks, knives, and even a few of those stupid spork things that nobody could ever understand. I smirk and answer,Kaleb. I don't really have a last name. I kinda figured your name by that creepy Them dude. Rocket, right?

OOT: do you guys want me to play the three Them people?

I dont know. we could each play one or something, that would be cool to be evviill. xD

OOT: ok! your evil person's words should be black.

%Alrighty. Lets wait for Egypt.

(sounds good! mwahahaha!)

Heck, yes! I say, ready for the moment I could prove myself. If I can only die two days a year, I'm glad it's not today! I can do anything today.

Cracker comes up behind J.P. and grins wickedly. He was so thirsty for light he could barely hold himself back. "Alright, boys," the restaurant owner tries to grab Cracker's shoulder. In one swift motion, Cracker shoots his elbow back and the man falls to the ground, unconscious. Cracker whips out a long curved sword and slashes at the wall, leaving his mark- a C. He turns to the restaurant. "Everyone down," he orders. "Under your tables, or else." Then he leans against the counter and smiles at the two Fallen. Some of his teeth were missing. "You're next."

% It gives me shivers how evil you are.

K: poor old man lol

Cracker slashes another C in the polished granite counter top, and then plunges his sword into the pastry case, shattering the glass case. He spears a donut on the end of his sword and swallows it whole. He feels very evil and confident. Once he got these two kids back to the Fortress and waited for their birthdays...ahh lovely. For now he could feast on their eyes. He turns around and stalks toward them, lazily swinging his sword back and forth like a clock. "Tick tock," he says for effect. "Time's runnin' out, kiddos."

Cracker stiffens. "That's mine." In a flash, one of his hands grabs the boy's chin and the other grabs his windpipe, squeezing. Cracker forces the boy to look deep into his eyes.

(Does anybody object to there being a girl Them? Haha!)

I gasp and take a precious half-second to figure out what to do. My arm whips out in a sudden attempt to break the nose of the boy grabbing Rocket's neck.

Ember slammed the door open to the fancy restaurant and grunted loudly. You always take all of the action! She complains to J.P. and Cracker. She looks over at the skinny boy kicking Cracker and snarls. You're dead, boy she says as she throws off her leather jacket and pulls her hand through her cropped jet-black hair. Ready to die. Fallen? she asks in a teasing but violent tone.

% Oh my gushness Egypt, I love it.

Cracker feels something connect with his jaw bone. He roars in frustration, then sees Ember. "Ahh, Ember, so nice of you to join our party," Cracker gives her a charmingly evil smile and continues to squeeze the life out of the boy. But he can't die...yet. Cracker quickly pulls out a rope and starts to wrap. It is like a deathly dance, and Cracker has perfected it. He knows the boy will struggle, but he is a spider, pulling his prey closer and closer. For good measure, he gives the boy a good fist in the face to knock him out. "We need to get back to the Fortress," he rasps to his companions. "Get the other one."

She smirks at J.P. and walks over to him, brushing past him as she whispers, I hope you didn't miss me too much. Ember clenched her fist as she strides back to see Cracker bounding the boy with the rope. Fine, then I get the little one she complained as she glare at the other boy. He seemed to weaken at just her glance, and she smiled evilly at the satisfaction. You will not be able to escape, you know. She continued circling him until she took out her knife, a twelve inch fold-out pocket knife, her prized possession. You so much as blink without my consent, and Ember held the knife to his neck, but she already knew it wouldn't help anything. She stares into his bright eyes again, and he looks away in fear.

I look away from the girl, afraid that she would hurt me-or even worse, hurt Rocket. I stay silent, sneaking a desperate glance at Rocket, silently praying that he would somehow escape. That "Emmy" girl or either of the others could do some serious damage, but I really wasn't in the mood to get the light sucked out of me today.

(Haha I like it. guys! I might have to see if I could add her as a permanent character eventually...)

OOT: That's a good idea! I don't want to add Cracker though, because I already hate him.

BIC: "Well, if that one is so easy, why don't you just grab him and lets go!" Cracker orders. He finishes binding the boy and throws him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.