Chapter 11: My head in a funk...

I cannot stop at here but it'll be there. Michelle says. 

"This is making me feel like I am not even getting up at night. Ugh!" Michelle says again. 

Nants elated hugging his sister, "Michelle says again!!"

"I know I know..." Michelle in fact did know. It's getting everywhere. The dusts and dirts. Here we go again with the lying and-

Vooped up.

Michelle couldn't see anything. Her eyelids shut mouth shut. Can't move but can breathe. This ah what! Half a thought and she can see. In a garden fluttered birds. 

"The fuck...ahaha" she pats herself. 

"What, where?"

She blinks twice. 

Flying from her left a shadowry figure. She stir..too late. 

Blasted sphere. 

Ringing blurred tears "the stake..." 

She can't stir clear shit.

She spews blood. Her clear. 

He grabs her whispers "I will now do what I like"

No...she stabs his eyes. Ah fuck. 

Ploy armor. 

Fuck. 

She wakes up on a bed. Ridden. Hooked up to a...

No...

Man climbs in. She's not...

Nants grabbed and saved her. 

You rarely hear the stories of those who were saved huh? 

The ones who slayed and never stayed. 

I am so glad...

"Sis, you were asleep the whole entire time" Nants said. 

"I was?" 

"Yes" 

"Oh"

"We got through?" 

"Yes"

"Okay. Did we see anyone?"

"Yes. Here he is..."

"HI players it's Lord Farsnet!" The same figure that captured Michelle.

"YOU!" Michelle haltered. 

He drops all the fruit tray away. 

"Michelle relax..." Nants hollered. 

"No..." 

Her chest tight. Blood flowing. Anger. 

"Michelle..." Farsnet says concerned. 

"What kind of welcome is grabbing your visitors stabbing them blind.." 

"Heh"

Michelle slices his head. 

"Michelle...how could you.."

Michelle slaps Nants away. 

"I understand" Nants contends.

"Oh, my- ugh. Where are my friends? Nauticaor?"

"She's fine" 

"OK. Let me have some time."

"Of course..." 

Nants probably thinking he'll bother me. I'll find my time in another space. 

"You know you'll have to stay close" Neste appears. 

"I get that but it's nothing..." Michelle lost in thought. The roses and dandelions waves in the air. The air smells sweet and Michelle feels at peace. "Ffuuuck" "where?? Where is he..?"

"You've offed him" 

"Yea...heh"