Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Random.... ❯ Fourth ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Lobowolfen 
Fourth Chappie is up! You getta find out more then you knew about Berg! How she feels about her family and how she uses her dagger.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.13.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 185 | Status: Completed
Fourth Chappie is up! You getta find out more then you knew about Berg! How she feels about her family and how she uses her dagger.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.13.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 185 | Status: Completed
Berg: Hiya ppls! Okay, fourth Chappie!
Lobowolf: And a random quote! "Pick and choose, sit and loose all you different crews, chicks and dudes, who you think is really kickin' tunes?"-Del"Clint Eastwood Song"
Berg: Also, in my second chapter, I made a mistake I am too lazy to correct. Murdoc and 2-D are way different age. Murdoc is 36 with the sthletic standered of a ninety year old man While 2-D is only 23 with the athletic standered of a twelve year old. -^_^- *cuddles with 2-D*
2-D: *stares at Berg blankly then prods her off and hands her to Lobowolf* Uh uh, I guess the otter and the large..wolf thing that looks like it will devour me own themselves, the thing that attempted to eat Murdoc, the short lady who knocked Murdoc out owns herself, Ishtar is owned by someone else and me and Murdoc are owned by two British dudes.
Berg: *wiggles away from Lobo and clings to 2-D* -^.^-
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< br> Murdoc opened his door silently and glanced around the outside. He would edge his way from the door and the room and he would slouch down at the corner. He was in a different outfit..for once he was glad that someone was stalking him. Now he was wearing a faded gray t-shirt and black fadded jeans. He was still barefoot, but he had wrapped his feet with a cloth bandage for each. Same with his arms. From his shoulders, down a past his elbows andwrapped the rest of the way down except around his fingers. As usual, both his pinkie fingers had red nails. He wiggled his false thumb as his other hand fiddled with his gold upside down cross on a chain around his neck. He grunts lowly, his eyes scanning the corrider for any other signs of life other then himself. Once or twice an airvent wiggled, causing him to grip the mace he had equipped himself with as he prepared himself to fight the reptile that almost killed him earlier.
He would heave himself up and begin to move towards the door that he had been knocked out by earlier. A flash startled him, but it was only a pair of headlights from a jeep. It was dark out, so he could see them quite clearly. He would open the door, causing it to squeak some. He would begin to grumble as he stepped into the night and inhaled the night air deeply. Soon the jeep could be seen clearly and he would smile. Russle was driving and 2-D was sitting in the back with Noodle(You will learn about these others soon enough!). Before the jeep was in his range of leaping, he felt a hardh claw descend on his shoulder. It felt nothing like the claw of a crab or lobster, though. It was freezing cold and had fice appendagise(sp?!) it would grip with. A low growl could be heard behind him and suddenly the putrid scent of stale alcohol, mainly a rum, filttered to his nose. He had no need to look, for he knew who it was.
"Whad? Leavin' s'soon?" the beast asked. With that, Murdoc's thought was confirmed. It was the wolf who had kidnapped him first. The claw lifted and the wolf, Lobo, would smirk somewhat. "Fine fine..go 'head..." she would say, her breath again filtering into his nose. He frowns and as soon as the jeep stopped infront of him, he went to the passanger seat and slumped down. "I suggest we drive now. Fast. Like lightning." he scowls. Russell nodded and stepped on the gas pedal. Gravel, dust and twigs flew up from behind the tires as it jetted away. A shiver went down the satanists' spine and he glanced from side to side, to the front then behind. Murdocs skin went completely white. "Russ, drive faster." he scowled hurridly. Russell blinked and looked to where Murdoc was looking and slammed down on the gas pedal harder. The vehicle shot forwards, but it only succeded in running into a large tree. Car wreck. Major.
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Murdoc's body shifted slightly in the bed he had just left a few minutes ago. Suddenly his eyes pop open and he sits up sharply, eyes peering through the dark room to see where he was. All he could tell was that he had been brought back to this place..that means the others had, too. Two hazel eyes were shining in the darkness and watching him. "What are you doing here?" he snapped, loosing his patients almost completely. Something sharp pricked under his chin close to his throat. It seems the watcher had been fiddling with a dagger as it had watched him. The dagger was pushed upwards, causing Murdoc to wince. Soon the watcher would speak, reveiling slightly discolored but shiney teeth. The canines of these teeth were curled forwards instead of back and looked twice as deadly as the dagger felt. "You know, you looked almost cute while you slept." it would say, making Murdoc realise it was the otter, Berg. She had seemed harmless when they first met.
"Do you dream? I don't." she would continue without allowing Murdoc respond to the comment before. "Nope. Not at all. Though you changed that. Oh yah...defenatly. Now, instead of the usual darkness, just you. And thats not good. Last one I dreamt about is now dead! You should be go-" she would break off and drag her dagger back into the holder around the neck. There in the doorway was Lobowolf, her single eye glaring at Berg suspiciously. "You not buggin' der satan worshipah 'bout yer nightmare, eh eh?" she snaps. Berg looks inoccently at the wolfen and smiles. "Me? 'Course not! I wouldn't be bothering the scu- er..bass player!" she says and leaps from the bed, her large legs moving her to the door, over the threshhold, accidently running into two others. "What in hells name! Move her scummy hides afore I bi-" at this point she looks up and her jaw drops before she scurries away from the two she bumped into, blushing madly.
One of the two were extreamly tall and thin. Most of the hight he possesed was in his legs. He wore blue jeans that looked like they had just been bought and a white shirt. The shirt had two wide red rings around the sleeves and a large red T on the front with 'virus' in white inside the top of the T. His left arm was in a sling, pronouncing that he had injured himself in the wreck. He had two eyes that seemed to be black holes. One was covered with a black eyepatch. His hair was a bluish color that was pressed down against his skull with spikey ends and two hairs poked up from the point of his skull. His mouth was closed, but inside were jagged front teeth. The mans molars were all gold spacers. The other one Berg had bumped into was no one other then Ishtar. The egyptian quirks a brow and grasps the others wrist tightly. "Ignore her." he would say before forcibly pulling him into the room, closing the door.
Berg would now be sitting on her bed, slamming her paws on a desk angrilly, attempting to get them to cease shaking. "Stop it!" She screeched unhappilly. "What am I getting so worked up about?! All I did was bump into the damned..er..er..damned keyboarist slash singer! Stop shaking damn it!" As soon as she got her shaking under control she would push herself into the bed and wrap the heavy blankets around her and soon be asleep to contemplate something.
In the room, Lobowolf had been examining Murdocs' head. 2-D, the dude who Ishtar came in with, was leaning over the wolfen's shoulder. Her eye would flicker before looking at Ishtar, who brought 2-D away from her. "She needs space." He says. Just then Lobowolf grins and draws her claws away from under the satanists' chin. "Ahahah! I knew it! Dat otter nevah does whad she says she did! She was ticklin' our matey 'ere wiv dat knife o' 'ers!" Murdoc would rub the cut lightly before actually saying something. "More like itching then tickling, ey?" Lobowolf would slap his hand away harshly. "Dun't touch it! It may bee's a liddle knife, but it's tip is whiked an' c'n cut through der crocodiliias armor like red hot t'rough meltah budder!" she snaps. "You lucky beast! She usually use flint tip!" Lobowolf would stand and then flex her claws worriedly. "She's gettin' ter beh hostile...dat nevah good.." she mumbles before turning to Ishtar and pushing him towards a corner away from the other two. "Ish..." she whispered, barely auidble to the egyptian. "You go an' look arftah Berg..talk t'her..ask 'er 'bout 'ow she feels an' such. Summats wrong wiv 'er.." with this, the wolfen forces Ishtar to the door then returns to her 'patient'.
When Ishtar had been forced from the room, he did as Lobo had told him. Quick silent steps soon brought him to the otters door. He vividly remembered the last meeting he had with a hostile Berg.. I won't go into great detail about this. He pushes on the door and it opens inwards. Pieces of paper were littering the floor. He swooped down to pick it up and examined. On it was a sketch of Lobowolf crushing the skull of who Berg said was her brother. He dropped the paper and glanced around at the others. They all depicted either Lobowolf getting angry or killing...all but one that looked as if it had just been inked a few moments before his entrance. It was an exact picture of Lobowolf, holding Berg like a father that held his dearest child close, up in the air. Lobo's good eye was facing the picture, pupil narrowed and seeming to keep an eye out for anything that might befall the otter. Ishtar would look up and gaze at the light green walls that surrounded him. Everywhere there could be he eyed death, gore filled pictures and words that only the otter was capable of doing things with. A snarl made the egyptian spin around and glance around. He looked down and frowned. Berg was attempting to gnaw on his leg, but only able to get his pants fabric. "Hey hey! Get off!" He snaps, kicking the otter from him. "What the damned hell are you doin' in mah room? No one is allowed in my room unless they have specific permission from ME! ME ME ME ME ME! DO YOU HEAR ME?!" By now Berg was stomping on a clean part of carpeted floor visiously. Her two budgies, Gote and Blujay were squaling and squaking until Berg threw many pebbles and a piece of flint at the cage.
The birds were instintly quiet. While Ishtar was still staring strangly at the cage, Feel Good Inc. blared from Berg's stereo suddenly, causing him to start. Berg was now on her bed, sharpning her dagger. "Wit cho sound you kill the inc...hahahahaaaa ha ha ahhaha!" Ishtar stepped to the door, his back facing the otter, when her dagger came spinning and slaming into the door a hairs wideth from his face. When he looked at the otter, blood was rushing from her left eye and nose while she was preparing to throw a french horn and a bass(the insturment) at him. "OUT!" she screamed. Her birds started again and soon the door slammed. Ishtar was gone. Soon the otter would be laughing like crazy until the blood ceased flowing and she collapsed into a sitting position and fell asleep.
Ishtar was panting when he burst into the room Lobowolf was treating Murdoc. "Holy hell! Next time you tell me to do something suicidal, I ain't doing i-" he stops in the middle of a word to look around. 2-D was stuck to a wall and Murdoc was wrapped so tightly in blankets that he couldn't breath and was turning a very creepy green/purple color. The egytian blinked before retrieving a knife from his pocket and made swift work of the sheets binding the Satanist. "Oh thank Satan!" at this point he was gasping for breath as Ishtar managed to pull 2-D from the wall. "That wolf just started bleeding! Her useless eye and her nose! It start burning holes everywheres! She go berzerko and tie Muds inta bed before I try and stop then next thing I know I clutching hand and looking at hand! Swear I do! Hole burning into skin and hurts like hell! I try scream but wolf throw me against wall and is out! What in hell happened!?" Murdoc was now up, a bit wobbly but up. He rubbed his chin and curled his lips suspiciously. "I have a notion that you know what happened, by the look on yore face." he snapped. Ishtar was all like worried and stuff. He was looking at 2-D's hand and when he was spoken too, looked up and out of the blue threw a punch.
The punch landed a direct hit across the satanists' jaw and sent him flying. "Learn your place, worm!" he snarled visiously, bringing up his millenium rod and twirling it. "Ever since Lobowolf brought you here, she has been different! And I don't mean that in a good way, either! Now you think I know what in Oblivion's name is wrong with her?! Here are some rules to learn when you are around me and she is not here to protect you! 1) Learn your place! 2) Speak only when you are spoken to! 3) Speak to me like you just did again and you won't see the next sunset! 4) Do as I say! Same goes to you, pretty boy!" He spit, glaring daggers at 2-D. He nodded slowly and lowered his head. Murdoc, however, would not hear of it. "Maybe the reason why she acts different is because she likes me better then you! And maybe yore jelous because you havn't gotten enough attention?" He sneered. 2-D stared blankly and sought out refuge for the fight that was inevitably coming. Ishtars' blood was boiling. Yes, he was jelous, but he wouldn't admit it to Murdoc. Nope. Not at all. "Hahahahaaaaa!" His demented laughing/snarl tore across the room. "Me? Jelous? You must be joking! I don't get jelous! In fact, I feel sorry for you that you have Lobo's eye on you every second!" At this, he flourished his rod and pointed it at Murdoc. "Now I shall trap your mind in the Shadow Realm!(yeah..corny, ain't it?)" But before he could, the door slammed open and there was Berg, scratching her head and twirling her dagger.
Berg strowed into the room and tossed her dagger up. It landed swinging across the rod and it dropped, allowing Berg to take hold of her dagger again. Her sharp eyes glance around, catching Murdoc and 2-D. "Hmmhummm...Where is Lobowolf?" she asks before looking at Ishtar and then at Murdoc. "You, scummy, you should know. I gave you quite a desent awakining." She says, now grinning whickedly. Murdoc blinked and narrowed his eyes, snarling at the otter. "I ain't the wolf's keeper, how should I know? After she started bleeding sh-" He didn't get farther. The otter was soon upon him, throttling him mercilessly. "BLEEDING?!!?! SHE'S BLEEDING?!!! AND YOU LET HER LEAVE?! HOLY HELL YOU MIGHT AS WELL'VE BUT US IN A FREEZER AND LEFT US THERE UNTIL WE DIED!" Murdoc was gurgling raggedly. If Ishtar and 2-D hadn't prodded her off, Murdoc would've died. "Come on, Berg. Though it might make you feel better, killing Murdoc will get us no where."Ishtar's words brought her back and she kicked Murdoc disgustedly. "Pathetic! I have no idea why Lobo appritiates you. Yore weak an' helpless." Her eyes turn to Ishtar and they both nod. "Now we must find Lobowolf before she kills anybeast." she says and is soon moving from the room. Ishtar blinks and frowns. "What about these two?"
"Bring Two-D. Leave Murdoc."
"Why leave Murdoc?"
"So I don't have a chance to kill him on our search."
"Why bring Two-D?"
"So he can give me various reasons of why to not kill Murdoc. And so help me I will Kill the scum if I don't have a good enough reason not to!"
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Berg: Hallo! Okay, fourth chappie is in der house! Ye gotta find out a few resons why Berg hates Murdoc, How Berg really feels about her family, how she uses that dagger, how obssesed she is over the song Feel Good Inc and 2-D...wait..that last one you getta find out next chappie. Okay, read and review pawease!
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Lobowolf: And a random quote! "Pick and choose, sit and loose all you different crews, chicks and dudes, who you think is really kickin' tunes?"-Del"Clint Eastwood Song"
Berg: Also, in my second chapter, I made a mistake I am too lazy to correct. Murdoc and 2-D are way different age. Murdoc is 36 with the sthletic standered of a ninety year old man While 2-D is only 23 with the athletic standered of a twelve year old. -^_^- *cuddles with 2-D*
2-D: *stares at Berg blankly then prods her off and hands her to Lobowolf* Uh uh, I guess the otter and the large..wolf thing that looks like it will devour me own themselves, the thing that attempted to eat Murdoc, the short lady who knocked Murdoc out owns herself, Ishtar is owned by someone else and me and Murdoc are owned by two British dudes.
Berg: *wiggles away from Lobo and clings to 2-D* -^.^-
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< br> Murdoc opened his door silently and glanced around the outside. He would edge his way from the door and the room and he would slouch down at the corner. He was in a different outfit..for once he was glad that someone was stalking him. Now he was wearing a faded gray t-shirt and black fadded jeans. He was still barefoot, but he had wrapped his feet with a cloth bandage for each. Same with his arms. From his shoulders, down a past his elbows andwrapped the rest of the way down except around his fingers. As usual, both his pinkie fingers had red nails. He wiggled his false thumb as his other hand fiddled with his gold upside down cross on a chain around his neck. He grunts lowly, his eyes scanning the corrider for any other signs of life other then himself. Once or twice an airvent wiggled, causing him to grip the mace he had equipped himself with as he prepared himself to fight the reptile that almost killed him earlier.
He would heave himself up and begin to move towards the door that he had been knocked out by earlier. A flash startled him, but it was only a pair of headlights from a jeep. It was dark out, so he could see them quite clearly. He would open the door, causing it to squeak some. He would begin to grumble as he stepped into the night and inhaled the night air deeply. Soon the jeep could be seen clearly and he would smile. Russle was driving and 2-D was sitting in the back with Noodle(You will learn about these others soon enough!). Before the jeep was in his range of leaping, he felt a hardh claw descend on his shoulder. It felt nothing like the claw of a crab or lobster, though. It was freezing cold and had fice appendagise(sp?!) it would grip with. A low growl could be heard behind him and suddenly the putrid scent of stale alcohol, mainly a rum, filttered to his nose. He had no need to look, for he knew who it was.
"Whad? Leavin' s'soon?" the beast asked. With that, Murdoc's thought was confirmed. It was the wolf who had kidnapped him first. The claw lifted and the wolf, Lobo, would smirk somewhat. "Fine fine..go 'head..." she would say, her breath again filtering into his nose. He frowns and as soon as the jeep stopped infront of him, he went to the passanger seat and slumped down. "I suggest we drive now. Fast. Like lightning." he scowls. Russell nodded and stepped on the gas pedal. Gravel, dust and twigs flew up from behind the tires as it jetted away. A shiver went down the satanists' spine and he glanced from side to side, to the front then behind. Murdocs skin went completely white. "Russ, drive faster." he scowled hurridly. Russell blinked and looked to where Murdoc was looking and slammed down on the gas pedal harder. The vehicle shot forwards, but it only succeded in running into a large tree. Car wreck. Major.
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Murdoc's body shifted slightly in the bed he had just left a few minutes ago. Suddenly his eyes pop open and he sits up sharply, eyes peering through the dark room to see where he was. All he could tell was that he had been brought back to this place..that means the others had, too. Two hazel eyes were shining in the darkness and watching him. "What are you doing here?" he snapped, loosing his patients almost completely. Something sharp pricked under his chin close to his throat. It seems the watcher had been fiddling with a dagger as it had watched him. The dagger was pushed upwards, causing Murdoc to wince. Soon the watcher would speak, reveiling slightly discolored but shiney teeth. The canines of these teeth were curled forwards instead of back and looked twice as deadly as the dagger felt. "You know, you looked almost cute while you slept." it would say, making Murdoc realise it was the otter, Berg. She had seemed harmless when they first met.
"Do you dream? I don't." she would continue without allowing Murdoc respond to the comment before. "Nope. Not at all. Though you changed that. Oh yah...defenatly. Now, instead of the usual darkness, just you. And thats not good. Last one I dreamt about is now dead! You should be go-" she would break off and drag her dagger back into the holder around the neck. There in the doorway was Lobowolf, her single eye glaring at Berg suspiciously. "You not buggin' der satan worshipah 'bout yer nightmare, eh eh?" she snaps. Berg looks inoccently at the wolfen and smiles. "Me? 'Course not! I wouldn't be bothering the scu- er..bass player!" she says and leaps from the bed, her large legs moving her to the door, over the threshhold, accidently running into two others. "What in hells name! Move her scummy hides afore I bi-" at this point she looks up and her jaw drops before she scurries away from the two she bumped into, blushing madly.
One of the two were extreamly tall and thin. Most of the hight he possesed was in his legs. He wore blue jeans that looked like they had just been bought and a white shirt. The shirt had two wide red rings around the sleeves and a large red T on the front with 'virus' in white inside the top of the T. His left arm was in a sling, pronouncing that he had injured himself in the wreck. He had two eyes that seemed to be black holes. One was covered with a black eyepatch. His hair was a bluish color that was pressed down against his skull with spikey ends and two hairs poked up from the point of his skull. His mouth was closed, but inside were jagged front teeth. The mans molars were all gold spacers. The other one Berg had bumped into was no one other then Ishtar. The egyptian quirks a brow and grasps the others wrist tightly. "Ignore her." he would say before forcibly pulling him into the room, closing the door.
Berg would now be sitting on her bed, slamming her paws on a desk angrilly, attempting to get them to cease shaking. "Stop it!" She screeched unhappilly. "What am I getting so worked up about?! All I did was bump into the damned..er..er..damned keyboarist slash singer! Stop shaking damn it!" As soon as she got her shaking under control she would push herself into the bed and wrap the heavy blankets around her and soon be asleep to contemplate something.
In the room, Lobowolf had been examining Murdocs' head. 2-D, the dude who Ishtar came in with, was leaning over the wolfen's shoulder. Her eye would flicker before looking at Ishtar, who brought 2-D away from her. "She needs space." He says. Just then Lobowolf grins and draws her claws away from under the satanists' chin. "Ahahah! I knew it! Dat otter nevah does whad she says she did! She was ticklin' our matey 'ere wiv dat knife o' 'ers!" Murdoc would rub the cut lightly before actually saying something. "More like itching then tickling, ey?" Lobowolf would slap his hand away harshly. "Dun't touch it! It may bee's a liddle knife, but it's tip is whiked an' c'n cut through der crocodiliias armor like red hot t'rough meltah budder!" she snaps. "You lucky beast! She usually use flint tip!" Lobowolf would stand and then flex her claws worriedly. "She's gettin' ter beh hostile...dat nevah good.." she mumbles before turning to Ishtar and pushing him towards a corner away from the other two. "Ish..." she whispered, barely auidble to the egyptian. "You go an' look arftah Berg..talk t'her..ask 'er 'bout 'ow she feels an' such. Summats wrong wiv 'er.." with this, the wolfen forces Ishtar to the door then returns to her 'patient'.
When Ishtar had been forced from the room, he did as Lobo had told him. Quick silent steps soon brought him to the otters door. He vividly remembered the last meeting he had with a hostile Berg.. I won't go into great detail about this. He pushes on the door and it opens inwards. Pieces of paper were littering the floor. He swooped down to pick it up and examined. On it was a sketch of Lobowolf crushing the skull of who Berg said was her brother. He dropped the paper and glanced around at the others. They all depicted either Lobowolf getting angry or killing...all but one that looked as if it had just been inked a few moments before his entrance. It was an exact picture of Lobowolf, holding Berg like a father that held his dearest child close, up in the air. Lobo's good eye was facing the picture, pupil narrowed and seeming to keep an eye out for anything that might befall the otter. Ishtar would look up and gaze at the light green walls that surrounded him. Everywhere there could be he eyed death, gore filled pictures and words that only the otter was capable of doing things with. A snarl made the egyptian spin around and glance around. He looked down and frowned. Berg was attempting to gnaw on his leg, but only able to get his pants fabric. "Hey hey! Get off!" He snaps, kicking the otter from him. "What the damned hell are you doin' in mah room? No one is allowed in my room unless they have specific permission from ME! ME ME ME ME ME! DO YOU HEAR ME?!" By now Berg was stomping on a clean part of carpeted floor visiously. Her two budgies, Gote and Blujay were squaling and squaking until Berg threw many pebbles and a piece of flint at the cage.
The birds were instintly quiet. While Ishtar was still staring strangly at the cage, Feel Good Inc. blared from Berg's stereo suddenly, causing him to start. Berg was now on her bed, sharpning her dagger. "Wit cho sound you kill the inc...hahahahaaaa ha ha ahhaha!" Ishtar stepped to the door, his back facing the otter, when her dagger came spinning and slaming into the door a hairs wideth from his face. When he looked at the otter, blood was rushing from her left eye and nose while she was preparing to throw a french horn and a bass(the insturment) at him. "OUT!" she screamed. Her birds started again and soon the door slammed. Ishtar was gone. Soon the otter would be laughing like crazy until the blood ceased flowing and she collapsed into a sitting position and fell asleep.
Ishtar was panting when he burst into the room Lobowolf was treating Murdoc. "Holy hell! Next time you tell me to do something suicidal, I ain't doing i-" he stops in the middle of a word to look around. 2-D was stuck to a wall and Murdoc was wrapped so tightly in blankets that he couldn't breath and was turning a very creepy green/purple color. The egytian blinked before retrieving a knife from his pocket and made swift work of the sheets binding the Satanist. "Oh thank Satan!" at this point he was gasping for breath as Ishtar managed to pull 2-D from the wall. "That wolf just started bleeding! Her useless eye and her nose! It start burning holes everywheres! She go berzerko and tie Muds inta bed before I try and stop then next thing I know I clutching hand and looking at hand! Swear I do! Hole burning into skin and hurts like hell! I try scream but wolf throw me against wall and is out! What in hell happened!?" Murdoc was now up, a bit wobbly but up. He rubbed his chin and curled his lips suspiciously. "I have a notion that you know what happened, by the look on yore face." he snapped. Ishtar was all like worried and stuff. He was looking at 2-D's hand and when he was spoken too, looked up and out of the blue threw a punch.
The punch landed a direct hit across the satanists' jaw and sent him flying. "Learn your place, worm!" he snarled visiously, bringing up his millenium rod and twirling it. "Ever since Lobowolf brought you here, she has been different! And I don't mean that in a good way, either! Now you think I know what in Oblivion's name is wrong with her?! Here are some rules to learn when you are around me and she is not here to protect you! 1) Learn your place! 2) Speak only when you are spoken to! 3) Speak to me like you just did again and you won't see the next sunset! 4) Do as I say! Same goes to you, pretty boy!" He spit, glaring daggers at 2-D. He nodded slowly and lowered his head. Murdoc, however, would not hear of it. "Maybe the reason why she acts different is because she likes me better then you! And maybe yore jelous because you havn't gotten enough attention?" He sneered. 2-D stared blankly and sought out refuge for the fight that was inevitably coming. Ishtars' blood was boiling. Yes, he was jelous, but he wouldn't admit it to Murdoc. Nope. Not at all. "Hahahahaaaaa!" His demented laughing/snarl tore across the room. "Me? Jelous? You must be joking! I don't get jelous! In fact, I feel sorry for you that you have Lobo's eye on you every second!" At this, he flourished his rod and pointed it at Murdoc. "Now I shall trap your mind in the Shadow Realm!(yeah..corny, ain't it?)" But before he could, the door slammed open and there was Berg, scratching her head and twirling her dagger.
Berg strowed into the room and tossed her dagger up. It landed swinging across the rod and it dropped, allowing Berg to take hold of her dagger again. Her sharp eyes glance around, catching Murdoc and 2-D. "Hmmhummm...Where is Lobowolf?" she asks before looking at Ishtar and then at Murdoc. "You, scummy, you should know. I gave you quite a desent awakining." She says, now grinning whickedly. Murdoc blinked and narrowed his eyes, snarling at the otter. "I ain't the wolf's keeper, how should I know? After she started bleeding sh-" He didn't get farther. The otter was soon upon him, throttling him mercilessly. "BLEEDING?!!?! SHE'S BLEEDING?!!! AND YOU LET HER LEAVE?! HOLY HELL YOU MIGHT AS WELL'VE BUT US IN A FREEZER AND LEFT US THERE UNTIL WE DIED!" Murdoc was gurgling raggedly. If Ishtar and 2-D hadn't prodded her off, Murdoc would've died. "Come on, Berg. Though it might make you feel better, killing Murdoc will get us no where."Ishtar's words brought her back and she kicked Murdoc disgustedly. "Pathetic! I have no idea why Lobo appritiates you. Yore weak an' helpless." Her eyes turn to Ishtar and they both nod. "Now we must find Lobowolf before she kills anybeast." she says and is soon moving from the room. Ishtar blinks and frowns. "What about these two?"
"Bring Two-D. Leave Murdoc."
"Why leave Murdoc?"
"So I don't have a chance to kill him on our search."
"Why bring Two-D?"
"So he can give me various reasons of why to not kill Murdoc. And so help me I will Kill the scum if I don't have a good enough reason not to!"
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Berg: Hallo! Okay, fourth chappie is in der house! Ye gotta find out a few resons why Berg hates Murdoc, How Berg really feels about her family, how she uses that dagger, how obssesed she is over the song Feel Good Inc and 2-D...wait..that last one you getta find out next chappie. Okay, read and review pawease!
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