(Sorry this is really short because I just got too excited that I'd actually written something and had to put this up XD)
As Jonathan kicked open the bathroom stalls with an oafish grin pushing at his beady red eyes, I crept behind him stealthily towards the sink. It wasn't hard for me to think of all my angry thoughts towards him. This better be good, I thought before concentrating on scaring the living daylights out of him.
I grinned as I felt myself swell in front of him, my muscles bulging, my ears lengthening. It felt strange, like getting pulled about like putty. I made sure to stand tall and flex my muscles to make myself appear larger. I inhaled a huge breath before exhaling it in a roar, my fingers spreading like claws as I leaned towards him as if about to rip his head off. The roar was impressive. Like that of a tiger, the sound was blasting and fierce. Johnny twisted around and I could have sworn his caterpillar eyebrows jumped off his face and inched away. His face paled completely of all color, his freckles in stark contrast to the ghost white skin. It took a split second for his jaw to drop and a bloodcurdling womanly scream escaped him. He stumbled backwards, away from me before his calves bumped on the lidless toilet bowl and he screeched as he fell backwards. A wave of toilet water splashed around him as he desperately gripped the sides of the toilet bowl in an attempt to wiggle out of there but his rotund buttcheeks were stuck fast.
I stalked closer.
"Please! Don't eat me or my earwax!" Johnathan screamed, putting his hands over his ears and sobbing. "Shrek, go away!"
Shrek?
Shrek. Hah.
I smirked. "It's all ogre now, Johnny!" I bellowed before walking over and flushing the toilet.
Girly sobs came from the toilet. Before I could do anything more, the floor was pulled out from under me. "Juzzin!" Caedmon growled in my mind. Being pulled through air vents by an angry little dragon, I could just barely make out was he was saying. "Bad bad... Meanie Johnny tell... we be dead!... Darius mad mad..."
When he said 'we be dead' I suddenly remembered what Darius had repeatedly told us.
"Yore dead, kid. Stay that way or you'll really be six feet under."
I gulped. Caed was right. I was the worst spy ever. "We just won't tell Darius," I reasoned, letting myself be dragged along lazily as shadow. "Who's going to believe him anyway? Shrek tried to flush him down the toilet? Hahaha... that's pretty funny you gotta admit." I tried to brush it aside.
Caed didn't seem so amused. He didn't reply to me.
I could feel his fear and I bit my lip. "Darius won't know."
"But what about Merman?" Caedmon asked softly.
Merman. That was the problem, wasn't it. He'd surely tell Stonehenge... which meant even more trouble. He just had to mess everything up.
Merman had knocked us out. Darius would have sympathy, right?
BAM!
Darius' huge fist crashed to the table. "YOU WERE CAUGHT?" He roared. His roar made Shrek look like a yapping Chihuahua. I got a front seat look at the huge feline fangs that looked especially dangerous at the moment. His face crinkled into a snarl, eyebrows pinching over wild yellow eyes. His enormous form curled up over me, so much so that I felt myself sinking a little into the ground. I think a little pee escaped me.
He pulled back and started to pace in front of me, the toucan perched on his shoulder. The room wasn't very big, and his legs were incredibly long so he could do three paces before he'd reached the other side of the room. A clawed finger raced over his full lips for a full moment before he barked out "You were captured by none other than one of Stonehenge's goons, you dropped a note in Avery's bag... is there anyone you haven't revealed yourself to?"
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Traitor
ActionJustin has to come to terms that he is no longer an S-11 agent. He no longer wears a badge, no longer follows orders. Now he's basically a Rogue with a motley crew of the likes of a hell beast, a polar griffin, and a talking toucan. When the situati...