The Collaboration Files

Enter... ANOTHER CHARACTER!? Really!?

Hiah, guys! It's about to rain over here, and I'm about to go outside, so I'm excited about that. But for now, enjoy this story that did actually go all-out crazy.

Den mocks Holly and my names, and I assure you that if my fairy name sounds like Holly's, it was purely by accident.

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Lizzie was shooting the ground.

It seemed as if she was angry at the world and taking her anger out on the sod. I mean, what the heck? Who does that? Obviously Liz.

She finished with her anger management and came up to me.

"All the little guns are stalled. Den (Or whoever he is) obviously did something with them, maybe on the boat. But I don't think we can stop him with a little gun," She whispered. A smile was creeping up her face, and she started to chuckle. "But the big guns work."

I caught on. "Oh, then if there aren't any small guns, we only have the big guys to work with."

"So are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I think so."

She grinned. "Fantabulous."

I laughed so loud, it made everyone except Liz look at me with a scowl.

She ran to the car, and opened the trunk. There was a loud snap,as if someone had just cracked a ruler on a desk, and she jogged over again with a bazooka over her shoulder.

"Here's yours."

It was an AK-47.

"Jene, you want a gun?"

"Sure, but I brought my own stuff."

She ran toward the truck and hauled out a big black box.

"Guys, turn around," I warned everyone. Liz knew what was going to happen, and nodded vigorously.

"Why-?" Holly started to ask, but I turned her around.

"The box has a chemistry emitter, and if it sees the whites of your eyes, it blows you to dust. Only she can look in the box."

There was a rush of wind as the box was opened, and the clank of weapons being taken out. The box clanked closed, and Jene appeared in front of us once more.

There were leg missile containers, guns strapped to her back, two four-missile-cannons on her shoulders, and daggers strapped to her ankles and arms.

"I'm ready."

I looked at Holly at Butler. They both shook their heads.

"Alright," I sighed. "Lets get this genius back."

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The car pulled into the driveway of an old, crumbling, abandoned-looking warehouse. I looked up at its broken windows and graffitied walls. It seemed like home, but a home where you were locked in the basement for a hundred years.

"Knock knock," Jene mumbled.

"Anyone home?" I agreed.

Then I started. We had said that same phrase at home, when everything had been normal. Now, hearing it in our predicament, I was saddened with the fact that Jene could never be a part of the fairy world. She was human, born and raised, and if I chose to be a fairy, I'd be leaving her behind.

Now my moral compass was totally out of whack. Tears began to form at the corners of my eyes. I blinked to keep them at bay. Would I just leave Jenevieve? Were Mom and Dad really good, or actually evil? Would we ever get to Artemis? I breathed deeply, but a lump still held in my throat.