|Welcome to pinata island!
Author: Golden118 and The dark kitten PM
Rose and mark visit pinata island in hopes of obtaining their very own garden, but when they see the worst the island has to offer they begin to have second thoughts. ( Update: I'm probably not going to be finishing this, sorry.)Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Chapters: 10 - Words: 6,677 - Reviews: 19 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 11-07-12 - Published: 08-14-12 - id: 8430113
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(Sorry I haven't updated lately, here's chapter 10!)
A soft chime sound through the air and two figures moved in the darkness.
" Will you go answer your alert system?" Josh hissed.
A sudden light filled the small room and a small groan echoed off the walls.
" Shut up." Mike muttered swinging his feet onto the cold floor and running a hand through his unruly hair.
He pushed himself up and padded into the nearby living room, he snatched up his alert system and squinted at the screen.
" Damn it, Pester." He hissed before pressing the talk button and holding the system up to his ear.
His eyes widened and he snapped out of his sleepy state as a voice shouted over the device.
" What? No way in hell I'm coming to a meeting at this hour!" he snapped after a few moments.
He sighed and rubbed his unmasked face.
" I have many reasons, including the fact it's about four in the mourning and the fact your going to be crazy enough to call Dastardos for this thing. My brother and I really don't want to have to deal with an agitated Dastardos at the moment." Mike hissed quietly.
Mike waited a few moments before running his fingers through his hair once again.
" Fine, we'll be there soon." He sighed.
He pressed the end call button and looked down at his alert system, he padded over to the window and opened it quickly. He pulled his arm back and launched his alert system out the open window; he brushed his hands together before closing the window with a small chuckle.
" Get up Josh! Pesters being delusional again, we need to get to a meeting up at the volcano, plus-" Mike looked at the window and smirked.
" I might need a new alert system."
Rose opened her eyes groggily, she sighed as the sound of rain pounding against the rickety roof reached her ears. She felt Spike snuggle closer to her as she reached over to her mask, which hung from a nail in the wall, and pulled it off. She sat up strapped the mask on quickly, Spike tumbled off the sleeping bag and flopped down onto the ground still fast asleep.
" Your just to cute." Rose chuckled petting the small piñata on the head.
She reached over to her backpack and pulled out her hooded jacket, the rain pounded harder on the roof as she slipped the jacket on. She pulled the hood over her head and slipped out into the pouring rain, the water pooling on the ground sunk into her shoes and sent a chill through her.
" I hope this isn't like this all the time." Rose muttered.
"Oh, you would be surprised." Rose jumped as a voice reached her ears.
She spun around to see Mike leaning against an apple tree smiling widely.
" Sorry I'm here, I had to escape the rain and my dimwit boss." Mike said.
Rose scowled and shook her head; sending water droplets flying in different directions.
" Your lucky my brother hasn't caught you." She spat.
" Please, he left hours ago." Mike said,
Rose stared at him for a moment and she growled as the strong reality of her situation hit her.
" Are you ok?" Mike locked eyes with her.
" Shut up, I don't need your fake pity!" Rose hissed back.
She brushed a stray lock of hair out of her eyes which were brimming with tears, she pointed to Mike, her voice dropping down into a seething whisper.
" Out, get out."
Mike's smirk fell and the almost forgotten feeling of sympathy washed over him.
" What's wro-"
" Out!" Rose shouted.
Mike's eyes widen and his arms dropped to his sides, he pulled his hood up over his head and walked out from under the tree. He cast a look over his shoulder before continuing on his way.
" Just know, despite how I act, you can always s come to me for help." He said before disappearing into the now blinding rain.
Rose stared after him with a raised eyebrow; the words had stirred up an old memory that she couldn't seem to grasp fully. A picture was firmly implanted in her mind of a young boy with dark black hair and dazing blue eyes smiling at her from his hiding place under the play set, the same boy in her locket. Something fell right into place in her mind and her face paled beneath her mask.