The Collaboration Files

A Slight Mix-Up

Trailer coming along... writing the script, casting parts. I don't know who's gonna play Den, though.

So, anyway, enjoy.

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I closed my eyes and began to breathe through my nose. This usually calmed me down, but now I was panicked. Artemis was out cold, and Liz couldn't get over the fact he was drooling. At least she was occupied with giggling fits every five minutes whenever she looked at him. Finally, she tried to get serious.

"Okay, we should check his pockets," She looked at Artemis and began to chuckle. I gave her a quick slap across her face, and stared right into her eyes.

"You are a nut. You are going crazy. You will snap out of it or I will feed you my little demon henchmen."

Liz's eyes unclouded. "Syd?"

I gave a small wave. "Hi."

There came a small moan from the floor. Artemis sat up from his fetal position on the floor.

"Miles! Beckett!" He cried, then gasped. "Den!"

"Actually, It's Reboz Denmark Colhait the IV," Den's voice called through the cell. I jumped and looked toward the steel door. Locked tight. "Don't worry, there's just an intercom installed here," He giggled. "Hey, genius. Your love of your family brought you into this mess. I can't be tricked like that, on account I have no family. For such a smart guy, you're a real dumba-"

"REBOZ!" Abigale's voice cut off the boy's words. "You swear again, and maybe I won't let you torture the starred one! Last chance."

I began to shiver. The word Stella in Latin meant star. I breathed deeply and forced a smile on my face.

"De-Reboz Denmark Coaltrain the fourth. The golems were a lie? You never loved your parents? What of your life?"

"Golems. How I hate those buggers. Always wining. Greasy. Smelly. Just like dwarves."

"I have a dwarf... friend... that would scoff at that 'greasy' insult," Artemis brushed some nonexistant dust from his coat. "He thinks dry is better for scaling walls."

I growled. Stella fiddled with her fingers.

"Well, this conversation is going nowhere. You can all just jump off the boat and die now," Den announced cheerfully. Suddenly, a flashback hit me. But it wasn't a fairy memory.

'Hello?'

'Hello.'

'Can I help you?'

'Yes. You can step off the boat and die.'

'You want me to die?'

'You heard me. Or do you have ears?'

"Den, how did you know my cell number? How did you even know ME?"

"Gale. When you were wiped, you were set with trackers. We knew Artemis would find you."

Artemis whipped his phone out of his pocket. "You didn't take this."

Liz looked at it closely. "Dude, that's a Nintendo DS."

Artemis blinked and looked at the device. "Damn!" He slipped it back in his pocket glumly.