Hey guys!! I finally found time to actually write something…I don’t know if this chapter will be good or not…but…well…its been a while….so yeah…I’d like to thank thumper…who keeps reviewing…thank you!! Here is my newest addition to the Darren Shan saga….

After school we all met a few blocks down the street of the school before Matt told us to stop. He started to nudge Tom.“What?!” Tom sounded annoyed.

Matt smirked, “I know you took it, show it too us.”

Tom stared in disbelief at Matt.

“How did you-“

“I have eyes! And I actually use them.”

Tom was now real annoyed. I was still trying to figure out how we where going to a freak show…with Mr. Butterfield on our backs…nothing gets pass him I tell you…nothing.

“So…Matt?”

“Huh? What?”

“How…how are we going to go to the freak show? Do we know where it is…or how much it costs?”

Matt just stands there staring at me.

“Um…I have the flyer.” He says.

“I mean, how do we even know where this place is?” I yell.

“ I have the flyer.” He says again.

“And how do you expect them to let 4 kids in?” I yell again.

“Zack shut up!” Matt screams.

I stop yelling and back away from Matt. When he gets mad at me, well, I should know better than to get mad at him. I’m doomed. No, more than that, dead. No, even more than dead, I’m dead after being eaten alive, slashed with swords, attacked by werewolves and that’s not even the half of it. I’m so way more than dead.

As I’m about to run a break for it, Tom stands in front of me and tells me to run to his house. Not that any house would protect me, but it’s a nice thought.

“He’s not going anywhere.” Matt says angrily.

“And why is that?” Tom asks stupidly.

“Because,” Matt punches Tom in the arm, “ I’m the only one with enough money to actually get the tickets. Duh.”

As the conversation was going on, Matt never noticed how far away I was from him at that particular time in that particular situation…in the street…in front of an oncoming car.

Matt turned around at the “right moment” and ran to save me. Me of course turning and running myself, and if I hadn’t run, that car would have hit me, and I wish it did, because as I ran out of the way, Matt ran in the way and his leg was caught, no, punctured underneath the car tire so much that you could hear the bone crack before it broke into pieces.

I stopped at that moment and turned around, running back to Matt, I made sure he was still on earth. And of course, he punched my nose to prove it.

“Ouch! Whab was bhat bor?” I said holding my nose.(translation: “what was that for?”…end translation. )

“You got a car to run over me, duh dumb ass.” He replied.

“Oh yeah…right…” and at that moment, though I didn’t know it then, the one driving that car stepped out some miles later and laughed at my future that he knew, oh so very well.

Ok…so its short, I’m working on it…but let me know how my chapter is…I really want to know!! Tell me my mistakes and what I need…I’ll take any ideas…ok..so almost any……thanks to all who have read my stories and love em!

-NTD