Hybrid 3, Chapter 11: Helen's BraveryChapter 11:Hybrid 3, Chapter 11: Helen's Bravery by Bclement117
Alexander and his team returned to Éire in hopes of recruiting Casters for their mission. They drove their carriages out of the mountain and headed back to the city. As they got back there five hours later, King Teutorigos and Lord Genovefa were waiting for them at the city square. David and Alexander walked up to the stairs of the court building and the Caster King looked furious.
“David, what is the meaning of this?!” King Teutorigos snapped as he seen the Cobains soldiers behind Alexander’s men.
David explained, “Alexander and I traveled to another star system with that relay and came to the Cobains planet. These people knew about Alexander being the only one who could help everyone in the galaxy stop the Helbots from wiping us out. They provided him supplies and a space to travel back home.”
“Where is this ship?” King Teutorigos asked sarcasticall
BV29 We Have a ProblemBV29 We Have a Problem by NeoPaladinOfLight
Carlos is on the floor, holding his jaw, shouting every obscenity he can think of in English and in Spanish. The more he yells, the more blood I see stained on his teeth, and he's yelling a lot. He stumbles and eventually manages to fumble his way back to his feet, upright.
Still cussing, still shouting. Then he stops. He takes a break to spit to the side. I think that's a tooth that bounces on the floor. Didn't need this place to have spots of red spattered about, but oh well.
Still cussing, still shouting, he steps right into my face.
He closes his eyes and inhales deeply. He sighs one last time and opens his eyes again asking with a much more quiet tone, “something wrong here?”
“Nah dude,” I nonchalantly respond. “Ain't nothin' wrong here.”
“Then could you please explain to me why I'm spittin' up teeth?”
“No reason in particular,” I answer. “Just me realizin' ho much of a punk you really are.”
“Oh, okay. S
BV28 Small WorldBV28 Small World by NeoPaladinOfLight
This place sucks. My room's barely got enough space for me to sleep. The bed's barely twin sized. It's not even a bed. It's a table with a sheet on it!
Now, I don't ask for much. When I go to bed, all I need is a comforter and maybe a pillow. I don't even mind if I'm sleepin' on the ground. As long as I got that pillow an' comforter, I'll be fine.
These rag-tail, oompah-loompahs gave me a table. A table and a sheet. Staak that man. Staak this. Staak them. Staak everything.
The rest of the room don't even got anything else. It's a walk in closet with no clothes. Only thing in it is me, the suit I'm wearin', my old suit, an' my sword. If I roll off the table, I'd be on the floor. If I roll over again, I'd be at the door. At most, there's enough room for four people, and they'd be touching shoulder to shoulder.
Y'know, I think this really is a closet. Them lames probably put me here cuz I'm new.
But you already know this song an' dance. I'mma complain about ev