Rebellious

12. Civil War

Hey guys! I'm back, late as ever.

So, this past month, I ran into quite the block. So, I've been struggling with the direction in which I'll go with this, but it's okay now, it's sorted. Some of you may know that Camp NaNoWrimo has started p and I, accepting the challenge from a close friend, have decided to have a crack at it. I've gone for a lower target than I would have liked, but I've got test coming up, so I'm in favor of trying to pass them.

The story has been slow, I know, but! It's really beginning to sped up a bit, starting now. Because this is a NaNoWrimo challenge, I'm not going to go over this too much. I just want to get this out there before I change my mind and cut it. Same quality as usual, if a little more rushed, but there will be more chapters to follow soon after. This entire book is a first draft, so not much editing until I finish.

Alright, any who! Let the games... begin!

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"Give me it!"

"No! Come and get it, mortal!"

"You're not a bloody elf, you can die of old age, powers or no powers, idiot! Now give me the damn remote."

"Snooze you lose, sucker."

"Are you five?! What next, 'whoever smelt it, dealt it's?"

"Well, not to be a smartass, but 'whoever said the rhyme, did the crime."

I was currently being crushed under Argent as he lunged from his seat on the sofa, attempting to go over me to get at Jet who was holding the remote in his furthest hand and stretching it out, away from Argent. However, Argent failed to clear the obstacle of my body, sorry 'hurdle', and ended up smooshing me against Jet's side. My head was awkwardly bent at an angle, my arms pinned underneath either myself or between my body and Argent's. Fun times.

"Gimme the remo- Cassandra!" Argent's voice whined, sounding like an exasperated toddler.

Oh, no. Not me. I tried ignoring him and continued wiggling my head from side to side to dislodge it from Jet's arm. Agent's arms were continuously waving over my head, slapping Jet's face, even sticking his finger in Jet's ear. "Cassandra, tell him to gimme the remote!" Argent's words ended in a high-pitched, whiny tone, bordering on a squeal.

Jet's voice cut in before I could respond. "Cassandra, tell him to stop hitting me!" I froze, beyond pissed off, anger steadily building and mounting for an explosion. Not helping either of them, Jet reached his free arm up and latched onto one of Argent's arms. Flicking it in a quick movement, he used it as a weapon to hit Argent over the head with a sharp 'Whack'. "Stop hitting yourself." 'Whack'. "Stop hitting yourself." 'Whack'. "Stop hitti-"

That's when I lost all control.

Shoving my hands out of their compressed holds, I jabbed at the two most immature, full-grown males that I have ever met, catching Argent in the stomach and Jet in the side. Both grunted in pain and I used that opening to shove them both away for me.

Argent went flying to the floor and landed on his back, winded and surprised. Jet was uncomfortably shoved into the arm rest and sat there in shock. Jumping up, I snatched the remote from Jet's hand.

I'm too young for this shit.

"That's it!" I pointed the remote at the flat screen television, pressing the buttons in a quick succession, changing the images of a crappy car movie to the news channel. "That's enough Ferrari's for today, time for some good old-fashioned news." Seeing as they were about to protest, or in Argent's case, let out a wheezing bark, I flung my hand up, silencing them. "Now, sit still and behave!" I shouted.