"Okay, I'll admit it! There was a little bit of medication in the Stempac that she used on me! But I didn't know that she'd come back from the dead!" Isaac confessed after 20 minuets of yelling. "I'm from a frigging game, Isaac! I would have gone back to the game if you hadn't saved me! Now look at me! I'm a frigging ghost!" Cywren screamed in frustration. To prove her point, she grabbed for a glass of water, but the glass fazed through her hand.
Out of nowhere, Cywren lunged at Isaac and punched him in the mouth. "Aw, FUCK!" Isaac yelled through his hands. He stumbled across the room and tripped over the couch. When he stood back up, he lifted his hand from his mouth. Three teeth were missing and were sitting in Isaac's hand. Cywren walked over to him, jumped, spun, but before her foot could connect with Isaac's face, I jumped in front of him, taking the blow. The pain was excruciating. It cracked I think 4 of my vertebrae, which added to the pain. I fell to the ground with a yelp, then everything went black.
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The Idol: a VenturianTale fanfic
FanficAfter the death of Cywren Caster, Jordan Frye must deal with the knowledge of her. He sets out to find her killer and finds an old friend waiting for him. I am assuming you've read my other Venturian books because this picks up just before the end o...
