Update! ??????????????? I'm here. I'm glad to finally be at Lord Onyx's Castle, but I've also been dreading it since I was told about it. We stand outside for a few minutes, staring in awe at the grand building. Carl is by my side. Liam and Aishling accompany us. Shannon didn't come, she stayed at the hotel. She didn't want to face him again. Danny had to stay with her. I sigh. Without Danny, the leader, how will I cope? I mean, I have Carl, but he's less knowledgable on the subject than I am. After a while, we begin walking towards the large oak doors. When we get there, a tall, muscular man in chain-mail and armour steps in front of us. "Name?" He demands. "C-c-Claire Wright," I stammer. He checks a list. "Go on in," and he steps out of our way. It is exactly like it was in Shannon's memory. On the walls are large banners with large 'O's painted on them - like in the dream I had my first night as a Flipside-Charm. We walk down the long room and see a large throne sitting at the end. A middle-aged man sits on it, and his eyes widen when he sees me. "Ah, Miss Wright. I was expecting you," he says, clapping his hands together once. "Hello," I reply, barely audible. He puts a hand on my cheek and I don't even feel his warmth. In fact, he feels slightly cold. "You're the same temperature as your mother was..." He says. I nod. "How you remind me of her! A great woman she was, passed her challenge with ease, then lived a long and happy life with me and my followers in the castle." "You mean... My mother... Lived here?" I ask. "Yes," he replies, and signals to an empty chair next to his throne. "She sat here. The chair has been empty since she left us. When we heard of her passing..." He claps his hands together again. "Anyway, your challenge!" I gulp. "I'm ready," "Good." He beckons at Carl. No. No. NO! Carl walks forward and stands next to Lord Onyx. I wish I was Shannon. I wish I could scream at Carl so that only he could hear me. No! NO! "Your challenge," says Lord Onyx "is to cope," and he drives a dagger straight through Carl's shoulder. It isn't enough to kill him, but enough to weaken him. "NO!" I scream, and immediately know I have failed. I rush to Carl's side and press my hand to the wound. "It's OK, you're OK," I say, but I know he isn't. "Claire," he says, and holds my hand. "I love you," "I love you, too," and I press my forehead to his. Aishling is by my side, and Liam is glaring at Lord Onyx with hate. Tears are running down my cheeks now, and Carl is screaming in pain. I get angry, and release my grip on his shoulder. I don't want to hurt him anymore. I turn and place a hand on Lord Onyx's arm, causing even him - a fellow Firecracker - to be burned badly. Whilst he, too, is screaming in pain, I help Carl up, and him, me, Aishling and Liam bolt it for the door. I don't want to die. Not like this. We burst through the oak doors and start down the path. Suddenly, Carl's pain becomes too much. He falls to the ground, and I see a crowd of castle guards sprinting at us. Please, I think, please Carl, get up! ??????????????? ?I know it's crap! Don't judge me!But yeah, this isn't the end! Oh no, not by far!
?I just re-read it!WHY ARE MY UPDATES ALWAYS SO SHORT?! WHY??Anyway, the next one will have so much more description. I promise you!
??????????????? Yeuk! Hospital food. I nearly gag when I see the tuna. At least... I think it's tuna. I look at the menu. Nowhere on there does it mention tuna. It says something about cheese, though... I sigh and walk back to my bed. I'm in the children's ward, since I'm still under eighteen. Carl has the bed next to me. The doctors are concerned about my temperature. I laugh whenever they show me what it says on the thermometer. I am Claire Wright. My best friend and love was stabbed in the shoulder... But I'm not sure why? I am sixteen years old. I am a Flipside-Charm. And that's all I remember about the last few weeks. My doctor recommended I go through what I remember in my head, just to refresh my memory. I'm fine now. It's just my temperature. I'm partly sure why it's so high: Carl explained. Aishling, Liam and Danny visit often. But not Shannon. Never Shannon. She says she doesn't want to see what more damage Onyx has done. She says she doesn't want to relive her experience in her head. And neither do I. I don't remember much of it. I remember Carl laying limp on a stone floor. I remember a middle-aged man's cold hand on my cheek. I remember an empty chair. After a while of watching the world go by, Aishling arrives. She brings my usual food: a ham sandwich and a bag of crisps. Enough to keep my weak body going. Yes, I'm weak. But I'm only weak because Carl is. Seeing him in physical pain puts me in emotional agony. I love him. And I hate seeing him like this. "Hey," Aishling says. "Hi," I reply. She puts the bag of food on my bedside table, and begins brushing my hair. I look to my left and notice the bag is substantially bigger than usual. I reach for it, but Aishling slaps my hand away. "No," she says. "Why?" "Because..." "Empty it," I demand. She sighs and tips the bag upside down. A sandwich, a packet of crisps, a large bar of chocolate and two bottles of vitamin water fall onto the bed. I raise an eyebrow. "I'm sorry-" "Aishling! This is the third time you've done this." "Claire, have you weighed yourself lately? Look at you! I could probably wrap my fingers round your upper-arm!" She moans. "Still! I'm fine like this! I'll gain the weight back eventually." Aishling sighs and carries on brushing my hair. She's so gentle with it, she reminds me of my mother. After a while, she speaks. "I just care about you," she says. "I know," And that's when we hear it. A loud beep. Suddenly doctors are running towards the bed next to mine. One doctor is carrying a file with the word "York" written across it. And the darkness claims me. ??????????????? ?