It's Hard to Breathe

Mistakes

"Well, we're dead." Alvar whimpered, ever the pessimist.

"Dang right." Gisela confirmed, much to their horror. 

She walked calmly over to the wall and picked up a blade.

Carefully, she aimed at Ruy's head.

He shrank away, but the hilt followed his head.

He closed his eyes in fear, and she fired, the dagger barely grazing his ear as it flipped through the air in a perfectly straight line and shot straight through a hole in the wooden crate behind him.

"Let that be a lesson to you." She said, putting the knife back.

They were stunned at how fast she had jerked her hand to aim at the crate, just milliseconds before launching the blade.

Everyone's heads bobbed up and down repeatedly, fast, their heads a blur.

Ruy cautiously open his eyes, and turned around to stare at the rough hole that was millimeters away from where his head would have been if he put his back right to the crate.

"Now," Gisela said, her voice silkily dangerous, "what the heck are you doing in my arena?"

"It was Ruy." Gethen pointed.

"Ruy found it." She repeated.

"Yes." He nodded.

"Hey, stop blaming me for everything!" The male protested.

"It's too easy." Trix shrugged.

"He really did do it, though. I saw him." Glimmer cut in.

"And you didn't think to stop him?" Gisela turned on her.

"Well, it had already opened it.... I couldn't, okay?"

"If you say so." The female answered, nursing her temper under control.

"Um, am I going to get punished?" Ruy uttered.

"Why no, you're going to get let off free." Gisela lied.

Ruy sighed in relief, but then she said, "What do you think?"

"Um, you'd have me scrub the roof, shine the kitchen, and sweep your garage?" He guessed.

"Then get to it." She pointed sternly to her door after he assigned himself his own make-up chores.

He hung his head and marched off for a bucket, a mop, and a rag.

"Anyone else?"

"It was Ruy's idea, and he was the one that found your magnificent arena." Vespera added dryly, glancing up from her book once more.

"Thank you, Vespera." Gisela smiled at her friend, and everyone heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that everything would be fine from now on out.

Yet when Gisela turned back to them, she was wearing her scary I'm-going-to-kill-you-if-you-don't-do-exactly-what-I-say expression.

"Well?" She bit out venomously, looking particularly ready to slaughter them all. Being in a room chock full of weapons with ehr was probably not the best idea at the moment.

Gethen, Trix, Glimmer, Circ, Brant, and Alvar made for the door immediately. Umber followed silently after their mad beeline.

Gisela waltzed after them, and turned her wall around, shutting it with an ominous clang.

"Would you all please explain why the heck you keep ruining and rifling through my house?"

"Well, curiosity got the friends in trouble?" Brant offered with a sheepish shrug.