Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-35775904-20190222213128/@comment-37150451-20190512052646

FINALLY! Here it is!

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Isla

We were in my room. A room that we haven’t left for hours and hours each day. Long story short, Michael got captured and is now rescued by us (I can never, ever get over how I gave Havardr a piece of my mind) who is now in my room recovering from injuries, telling me stories of what had occurred in his time being in the dungeons with Havardr.

Instead of making them sad, or painful, Michael made the stories hilarious.

“And what’s more,” Michael continued, “the guards were so drunk that they started dancing and singing Merry Christmas when it’s nowhere near Christmas, and later on played Maces and Talons with me. They made a bet that if I win, they’ll free me, but if I don’t win, they’ll force me to sing with them.”

I snorted. “Some guards they are!”

Michael grinned. “Exactly. But I won, and they opened the cell door…” I clasped my hands together excitedly, as if I was a young child watching a suspenseful movie. “…UNTIL Mr Ugly Yellow Teeth comes along and the guards tried to convince him to drink.” Michael laughed.

I facepalmed. “My Thor…” I laughed.

“What’s even weirder, is that the guards kept on flirting with him and complimented his yellow teeth.”

I laughed even more. “Oh, I would’ve loved to see his face then!”

“Oh it was funny,” Michael explained. He smirked before pulling a face, mimicking Harn. It was a face of surprise, shock, disgust and embarrassment. All of them combined made Michael’s face look absolutely hilarious. “That’s what he looked like.”

I nearly fell off the bed, laughing. Just trying to imagining what Michael had described was too unimaginable. “Though those guards…” Michael stopped laughing and sighed. “Definitely got their punishment.”

I stopped laughing too. For a second there I started to like those guards just because of how stupid and funny they were.

There was a minute silence, before I whispered, “What kind of…of torture did they do to you?”

Michael looked down sadly. “Nothing you should know,” he said quickly.

“But I want to know, and I have to know.”

Michael was about to protest until we got interrupted by someone slamming their fists continually on the door. “HEY LOVE BIRDS!” A voice shouted which was unmistakably Aud’s. “SORRY TO INTERRUPT THE CHAT, BUT IT’S TIME FOR A BIT OF FOOD!”

“Saved by the crazy fangirl,” Michael grinned.

I rolled my eyes, turning my attention on ‘the crazy fangirl’. “OK WE CAN HEAR YOU!” I shouted back playfully. “WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING!?”

“WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING!?”

“BECAUSE WHY NOT?!”

“SAME REASON AS ME!”

“I’d never understand the way you two communicate…” Michael mumbled, rubbing his forehead.

“OK WE ARE COMING!” I shouted for one last time (ugh, my throat, shouting is too painful sometimes…), before helping Michael to the door, then to the kitchen, and also past a mischievous grin and wink owned by Aud.

Everyone was there, except Jeremy. Michael had somehow convinced Jeremy to leave to visit Thelma and Amelia, whom Jeremy hasn’t seen in a while. I didn’t know why, but Michael refused to explain it to me.

There was sure some history about the Haddock’s past that remained a secret to others.

Michael flopped down to the chair, panting slightly. “Big walk?” Aidan asked, smiling.

“Oh, humongous walk,” Michael chuckled. “I reckon I just did my work out for the day.”

I grinned and flopped down onto the chair next to Michael. “You’ll be able to walk normal soon,” I reassured him.

He sighed. “Hopefully…” he murmured.

Michael’s right thigh had been seriously injured the most. Although he had never told us why or ''how. ''Whenever we asked him what Havardr and the others did to him, he just didn’t answer and change the topic. He couldn’t put much weight on his thigh, and could hardly walk properly, but he never agreed to use crouches or a wheel chair.

“How are you feeling?” Kate asked.

Michael sighed again. “Sort of better…tired too.”

Oh, right, he was tired because he had been having constant nightmares every single night. I slept on a mattress on the ground next to Michael, who slept on my bed, although Michael kept on trying to convince me that he should sleep on the mattress while I could sleep on the warm, comfy bed.

He never won those arguments.

But every midnight he woke up screaming and shouting, “Don’t hurt them! Hurt me! Kill me!” until he realized that he was only in my room in bed, not in a cold, dirty dungeon being beaten up.

It really did scare me how traumatized he was.

So I just comfort him until he dozes off again, but I stay awake, waiting for the next hour when he wakes up screaming again.

“Still been having nightmares?” Katina asked sympathetically.

“It’s been getting…better…”

Everyone else seemed convinced, but I wasn’t. I knew Michael’s nightmares weren’t getting better ''at all. ''

“It’ll get even better soon, don’t ya worry!” Aud said cheerfully.

Michael looked seriously doubtful.

“Anyway,” Rita stood up. “It’s time for Vix and I to go scout now, soooo…” She sent a glare towards Aidan and Kate, who both smirked. “Bye all.”

“Yeah, see ya,” Vix said, before exiting the clubhouse with Rita.

Aud yawned and stretched. “They’ll get there,” said the major shipper of Vixa.

I nodded in agreement. “Yep, and hopefully everything will go well…”

…………………………………………………………………………………..

“We just over heard the leading Harn talk to his men. They’re gonna attack us in three days. First the village and then us!”

“And Harn doesn’t want prisoners!”

“And he’s gonna grab Havardr and a bunch of other men to finish off the attack in about four days.”

“And they’re gonna use a protector or something on us!”

I groaned and slammed my head on the tabled. Rita and Vix had just arrived with that…rather disturbing news.

It was silence before, to my amusement, Aud said, “Aww. Look at you two finishing off each other’s sentences…”

Rita and Vix just blushed while I stared at Aud, trying not to burst out laughing in this serious situation.

Before we knew it, we all had split up and were on our way to each of our dragons. “Inferno!” I whistled, before the small Typhoomerang bustled into the room. “Time to go!”

I hopped onto him before I heard someone mumble, “Ow…”

I facepalmed myself, and hopped off Inferno and made my way too Michael, who was trying to stand without falling. “Sorry, I forgot about you for a second.”

“It’s fine, I’m fine,” he said. “Actually that is my high score. I haven’t just fallen over in, what, ten seconds without help?”

I sighed. “Michael,” I said slowly. “You can’t come.”

Michael’s face dropped. “And why is that?”

“Because…look at you.”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t want to be distracted by my looks, I know, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you’ll have to live with it, m’lady—”

“Michael! You know I don’t mean it like that!”

“…I know.”

“You have to stay here. You can’t come. You could hardly walk, for Thor’s sake!”

“That’s why I stay on the back of Inferno and not walk.”

“No—”

“Look, you won’t be able to change my mind on this one. This is war we are talking about! I won’t let my useless leg stop me from fighting with you.”

“But you’re hurt—”

“Sorry, didn’t hear you,” Michael said cheerfully, before limping over to Inferno. Halfway through, however, he tripped over. “I’m OK!” he yelped. He tried to get up, but cried out in pain from his thigh. “Less OK!”

I rolled my eyes. “Looks like you’ll have to stay here.” I crossed my arms and smirked, before making my way to Inferno.

Michael groaned as he tried to get back up, but failed yet again. “Don’t worry!” he yelped again. “I’ll…I’ll get up…” He continued trying to get up.

I ignored him and hopped on Inferno, and turned around to face him, only to see him leaning on Shade who must of have appeared from the hallway. “See,” Michael grinned sheepishly. “I told you I’ll get up.”

“You’re still not coming.”

“What if Inferno wants me to?”

I was about to protest until Inferno started walking over to Michael and bent down, so that Michael could hop on him. I groaned. “Fine!” I gave up. “Fine!”

“Why thank you, m’lady.” Michael slowly hopped on Inferno while wincing. “Ahhhh…” he sighed.

“Ya good?”

“Yeah…”

And with that, we left the clubhouse, in search for people who will volunteer to fight.

………………………………………….

“So…you want me, or us, to help fight the people that tortured my little brother?”

We were in the Haddocks’ house, talking to the Haddocks except for Jon, Michael’s father.

Michael groaned. “I’m not much younger than you, Jeremy.”

“Not much younger, but still younger,” Jeremy said cheerfully.

Man, it was so sad just entering the Haddocks’ poor, old house. Thelma and Amelia just came rushing to us and started crying, saying how worried they were for Michael. Jeremy must’ve told them everything.

“Oh, I’ll give them a piece of my mind for hurting my son! And by mind, I mean fist!” Amelia said fiercely. “So hell yeah!”

Michael and Jeremy just stared at their feisty mother in shock, never seeing her in this mood before.

“Me too!” Thelma croaked. Now Michael and Jeremy was staring at their grandmother in surprise.

“Oh, mum…” Amelia sighed. “You’re too old.”

“Who cares!?”

“Now I know where you get your stubbornness from,” I whispered to Michael, who chuckled.

“Plus,” Thelma continued, “I’ll have Fatty with me!”

“Fatty’s getting too old too,” Amelia said.

“I’m sure he’d rather fight than stay at home while I go kick Hands’ butt!”

“…It’s Harns’, grandma…”

“Oh, that’s right. Sorry, dear. Cookie?”

………………………………………..

“Well, that went well,” I shrugged, while flying Inferno with Michael.

Melissa wanted to fight, but she couldn’t in her condition. A group of close friends of Michael’s and firefighters volunteered. Even Marshall volunteered, no matter his age. Now there was one more person left.

“Let’s go find your dad,” I said, steering Inferno to the Fire Department.

Michael gasped so suddenly in a frightened way. “No!” he snapped. Realizing his attitude just then, his face softened and he put on a calm face. “No, we shouldn’t. Dad…Dad wouldn’t want to fight.” He lowered his voice, it sounded like he was talking to himself. “He wouldn’t care, because only his work matters to him.”

“What?” I asked curiously.

“Nothing,” Michael said quickly.

“Come on! It shouldn’t be that bad!”

“No! I don’t want to see the git!”

There was an uncomfortable and awkward silence, with me just looking forwards in confusion and Michael rubbing his forehead sadly while sighing.

“I’m sorry,” he said slowly. “It’s just…it’s just that dad and I don’t have a good relationship. In fact, dad and the whole family doesn’t have a good relationship.”

“Oh,” I said, but was still confused. “Sorry. But why?”

“Let’s just say all he cared about was money and work and being famous that he forgot about us and basically used us.” Michael took a deep breath. “He never loved us.”

“I’m sure that’s not true.”

“It is.”

“How would you know?”

“…I’d rather not tell you. It’s…it’s sort of a secret.”

“Fine. But I’m just saying that I’m sure he loves you, but maybe never shows it. It was like us when we first met…”

“That was different.”

“You should give him a second chance.”

“But I don’t want to see him.”

“Maybe…” I thought for a moment. What if I met Jon and see if he really did love Michael and his family? I maybe will do that, but I won’t tell Michael.

“Actually, never mind, we should be heading back now.”