Out of the Frying Pan

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The guy grabbed my upper arm, trying to pull me back up. "No no, I sit here," I said quickly feeling my legs melt after being on them for too long and finally being given a break. He shrugged off towards the corner, as Minnie sat on the ground in front of me. "Why did you call me that?" She asked catching me off guard, "call you what?" "Minnie?" "Oh, that?" I asked feeling stupid for not already knowing what she had meant, "Don't know, that's just how I remembered you..." I said not remembering where the name first appeared, or maybe not wanting to tell her the confusing workings of my mind that even confused me, "Oh, well my name is actually Lucinta, so-" I cut her off, "yeah, I don't like it. By the way, why did you call me Wolf-Slayer earlier?" Minnie was taken off guard momentarily and stood up, before recovering with a stuttered, "Oh, uh, that's what they called you so I just thought it was your real name at the time. What's your real name then?" "Charlie," I said looking up from my examination of the carpet, "a pleasure to meet you, Minnie." I said extending a hand, "Lucinta." she corrected, taking it and pulling me to my feet, "yeah, not happening."

Easing up on my left foot a bit more I walked towards the corner, the back of the gray-haired person to me. Just over their shoulders, my eyes refocused on the shining object. "What's that?" I asked casually to the elder. The guy who had been sitting in the corner with the elder slammed his fist on the ground and rose to a stand. "What did you say?" Taken aback by his tone I repeated myself, which only made him angrier. "Do you not know who you're talking to? 'Wolf-slayer'?" His tone was taking a violent turn as I began to question his sanity. 

"That's enough, Marc." I jumped at the new voice. Although I had been expecting it, I would never have imagined it to sound so similar to Marc's. "But SIR!" He nearly yelled, which I thought more disrespectful than whatever I just did. I stared down at the silver-haired figure near me where the voice had come from. "Oh my gosh," I whispered completely shocked, "I totally thought you were some really old person. I mean- sorry." I tried to cut myself off before saying anything too damaging but failed, miserably. He looked up at me like I was crazy, and I looked down at him like I was; with wide eyes and a confused smile. "Sorry." "It's fine. What were you coming over here for?" I can not express the gratitude I felt for that question. Snapping out of the awkward situation I turned back to the shelf covered wall that had piles and piles of random junk arranged on it. My eyes caught the glistening light again. "That," I said moving towards the shelf, picking up the solid silver ring. There was a collective gasp as I turned back to them. "Was I not suppose to touch it?" 

Out of the frying pan and into the fire. The story of my life.

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A/N

I posted this originally without an A/N because I forgot because I'm tired because I don't go to bed on time... Yay

Also, my friend has been falling in and out of sleep while video calling me while I've been writing this so confusion doesn't even cover what I am right now... Love ya BFF :p (but you did actually keep falling asleep so don't keep denying it... please I feel like I'm losing my sanity)

Anyways, I gotta wake up early so I really got to sleep after posting this. Thanks for reading this rollercoaster of a story!

See ya peeps!! :p

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