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Chapter Nine:

-GREEN GUTS ON A SILVER PLATTER-

"Who needs love when you've got immortality?"

Over the next week, the wind grew colder and the weather itself became frostier. Will was constantly wiping his runny nose on his sleeve, and after a week the material was caked in yellow snot. "How much longer carpet?" he would ask, getting no response. Another hour passed when Will saw a girl below him pacing in circles, shouting words that he couldn't make out. "Carpet, pull over," he commanded, curiosity overwhelming him.

"Stupid Japanese monkeys….AHHHHHHHH! PURPLE PANCAKES!" she screamed, throwing her arms in the air. She fell to her knees, huffing.

"Are you alright?" Will asked, dismounting the rug. Her eyes shot up and she brought her arms down.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded, shuffling backwards.

"You looked like you were in trouble," he said softly, wiping his nose.

Her nose shot into the air in a smug sense. "Me in trouble?" The girl was very young, only around 16 Will figured. She was but a pup, but alone like a field mouse.

"Well you were pacing in circles-"

"Those were OVALS smart one! Circles are perfect, ovals are crooked, see SEE?!?!" She pointed at the ground violently, nostrils flared and eyes wide. Will glanced at the snowy ground and saw that, indeed, they were ovals. "What's that?" she asked distractedly, pointing at carpet who lay on the ground, fiddling with the snow.

"Oh, that? That's carpet. He's taking me to Transylvania-"

"A carpet is taking you to Transmitted Diseases?"

"Yes, what?" Will was confused. The awkward child skipped over to the purple and gold rug and poked it.

"How does it do that?"

"It flies."

"Liar!" she bellowed whipping around pointed at him, arm shaking.

"No really."

"Prove it," she said smugly.

"Alright." Will strutted over to Carpet and climbed on. "Prepare to be amazed."

She crossed her arms and eyed him suspiciously.

"Carpet, lets go!" After a second of preparation, the rug shot into the sky, leaving the girl behind astounded. Showing off, Will did a few front flips and back flips then zoomed through the sky. After circling the area he landed.

"Wow," she said gaping.

Will grinned then asked, "What's your name again?"

"Ash-Roxy," she corrected herself. "My names Roxy." Her eyes shifted.

"Will-Dorian," he caught himself correcting. "The name's Dorian." Not William.

"Dorian? What a stupid name. I mean only people who had Satan as a father and got entertainment from yellow fruit would carry such a name." She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah…" An awkward silence held the two captive in a speechless mist until Roxy suddenly screeched at the top of her lungs.

"They're coming!"

"Who? Who are coming?"

"RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!" She flailed her arms in the air and began running in circles. I mean ovals.

"Who's coming?!" Will demanded with sudden annoyance. Roxy continued to scream and run, ignoring him. "Hey!" he snapped, grabbing her by her upper arms as she passed him by for the 13th time. "What's coming?"

Her lower lip quivered, brown eyes big against his own. "The giraffes…" Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body went limp.

"Roxy? Giraffes? What's a giraffe?" He gently shook her but the child was out cold.

"Stand inside the oval!" Her body jolted then fell silent. Will drug her body through the snow until both of them were inside the circle. He whistled for carpet who landed tiredly next to him. A light snow began to fall and Roxy was no where near conscious. Will sighed and pulled her into his warmth. Although insane, he couldn't let her freeze. She shivered dramatically, teeth chattering like mad.

Will sat in the snow, child in arms and awaited the arrival of the dreaded giraffes she was fearing. He tilted his head back and opened his mouth. His tongue caught various snowflakes that melted on contact.

"F-fire…" Roxy chattered, blinking her eyes slowly open.

"Hmmmm?" Will asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Need…warmth. Make fire." She blew into her hands and rubbed them together.

"You want me to go get wood?" he asked, standing.

"Duh…" she murmured then forced a smile. He beamed back at her and nodded. As he went to forage for wood, Roxy shot to her feet and snickered. "Idiot." Roxy snuck over to the sleeping carpet and got on all fours. Shaking her butt, he leaned back and pounced. Little wisps of snow fluttered into the air when she landed then fell back to the earth. "Alright, how do you work this thing?"

She gripped the front edges of Carpet and whispered, "Alright you filthy rug, I am your new owner so I command you to fly!" The golden threaded carpet stayed motionless. "Did you not hear me? Obey your new master and take flight dammit!" When the carpet showed no activity, she stood and barked, "Fly carpet! Fly, fly, fly!" She jumped up and down on the rug, each time she landed she let out a cry of frustration. "Ugh!"

She stopped jumping and threatened, "If you don't take me to the heavens I'll cut your tassels off." The rug shot into the sky with her on it. Before she fell off, Roxy grabbed it's edges and cackled madly. She steered the magical rug over the tree tops, looking for Will.

"Hey dummy," she shouted, catching sight of him. He looked at her and dropped the wood in his arms.

"Hey, hey! What do you think you are doing?" he shouted back in astonishment.

"Taking what's rightfully mine, that's what!"

"How is that rightfully yours?"

She hooted in response, pivoting Carpet to circle Will one more time before she would make her exit. In the rush of madness that had swept over Roxy, she got too low to Will who snatched her by the back of her shirt and flung her to the ground. Carpet sped behind Will and remained there so the child wouldn't relive him of his tassels.

Without mumbling a word, Will glared at the child now spiting snowflakes from her mouth and climbed aboard the enchanted rug. Carpet slowly floated into the sky. "Hey, where are you going?" she shouted, jumping to her feet. "Hey! Get back here! I'm still cold!"

Will shock his head whispering, "To Transylvania, Carpet." He watched as she shrank into an ant as he flew towards the mountains. "Remind me never to trust another stranger," he grumbled, scratching his temple.

Roxy sighed, throwing herself on the snow. She brought her knees to her chest and began rocking back and forth, eyes shifting. "Idiot…He'll never defeat Lord Hubert on the eastern port." The earth beneath her began to shake. "My oval!" she shouted, jumping to her feet. "Where's my oval?" The shaking became stronger and Roxy was almost in tears. "I spent 3 hours on that oval to protect me! Now what-oh snap…" A tall creature on four legs stood above her and snorted. She gulped. "L-Lord Hubert. I do say what are you doing here?"

The creature swung its head into her body and sent her flying through the air. Roxy hit a rock and lost consciousness. Lord Hubert cracked his neck then motioned for his goonies to take care of the rest…

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