Meating Maroon

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Red had told the curser about the maroon figure, and ask it to help her find the stick. The curser typed in that it had seen the character before, and new exactly were she could be found.

Now red was on top of the curser as it soared through the sky toward the place were she would meet maroon. She hadn't given much thought to how her friends were acting about her vanishing. And for all she cared they could die. It hit her while she was riding that her mood had drastically changed. Before her nightmare she had been inisent and perky, but now she felt evil pulsing through her. She had never thought, in all her times fighting evil, that they might have gone through something horrible and tragic, but now she understood that almost every villain must feel some pain. And that pain must be so strong that they will risk hurting, or even killing, others just so they can heal there own wounds. She tried to switch her thoughts over to what she would say to maroon. She was just concocting the perfect words when the curser stopped. It typed in that they had arrived. It got as close as possible to the ground and let red jump off. "I'll wait over here" it typed. It moved over to a water fountain and rested there. Red looked over at a small house, but not to much smaller than the one she had lived in. She took a step forward. The door to the house swung open. The maroon stick stepped out into the light.
"You must be red. Glad to finally meet you..."

Reds Lag Prt 1, AvM AvA, Alan Becker  Where stories live. Discover now