Guess Again

Eight/Teaser

Five years later

"Heros, I will castrate you!"

"Tech! My cat needs more SKITTLES."

"Anger! Help! Huntress is trying to castrate me!!"

"Angeli, its your turn to stop Huntress."

"Light, stop Gillianne from reading on Wattpad. She's eating up all the Skittles."

"ITS NOT ME ITS THE CAT!!!"

"Nightmare?" They all asked me.

I rolled my eyes.

"Michael, give Gilli some Cheetos. Zoë, leave Luke's ability to have children alone. Luke? Leave Zoë alone. And Ethan, don't try to pin saving Luke on Bianca. And Castor, you know it was your turn to save him. Gilli...just do whatever you want."

"YES!" Gilli said while everyone else groaned.

"Don't hate guys. 'gilliannepeck' is totally famous. Everyone likes Cheetos. And toasters. I wonder what they will do if they knew I named my mechanical toaster cat Toasteeto...."

Everyone groaned again, including me.

★later that day★

It was a long day. I was going to try to go to sleep.

Earlier we had gotten back from a mission to Dimension 754 (D.754). We had to see why our payed food deposit was going down, because we needed resources for the Chaos civilians. (Lea and I would be able to provide for the food, but we needed all three of us. If we tried to touch the Orbs without Leo, we would die from the pain.) When we got there, we found out that all the food was taken to an army of alien monsters as a sign of peace.

Long story short, we assassinated them. A whole army against twelve people and a toaster cat.

On the bright side, we got all the food back. But on the dark and evil side, we got back early and have been arguing all day.

Every time, they turned to me like I had all the answers in the world.

Now, I could finally go to sleep. My room was decorated with black and red.

There was a shag carpet rug and a giant red and black checkered comforter on the bed. There was a 50 inch flat screen TV with speakers built into the wall.

I would have thought about the description a bit longer, but I was too sleepy. I fell face first onto the bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.

Not.

*Dream*

A boy sat on the hill with his back against the tall pines tree, his face was hidden by thick, brown curls.

He stared up into the realm of Artemis, leaning into the tree as if its life depended on him being there.

He leaned further back, and his hair fell our of his face to display sharp, pointed facial features. Even his ears were pointy.