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28 – A Letter

Ardougne looms up against the sky,
Elitists peer down from on high,
The noobs are gathered down below,
Blocked off by a rivers flow.

What met Cheezit92's eyes was a solid sheet of fire, tongues of it stretching out to taste the air above Ardougne's parapets. One entire turret had already been consumed by the flames, and the fire was currently in the process of spreading itself more equally about the castle.
As he watched, a burning figure leapt out of an upper-story window, flames fluttering as it fell towards the ground. Cheezit92 was reminded of Mr. Happy, his body eaten away in a second by the flames, but this burning figure did not go out quite as quickly. Fire still ate at it as it lay ruined in Ardougne's courtyard.
All along the eastern bank of Ardougne's river, Cheezit92's army had turned out to watch, talking and shouting excitedly. Zamilo had situated himself alongside Cheezit92, gazing avidly at the burning castle.
Cheezit92:How did this happen?
Zamilo:No one seems to know.
Zamilo:Some say dragons.
Cheezit92 ragons?
Zamilo:Yea, but I think it was just a careless elitist.
Zamilo:Enjoying a smoke in the wrong place
Cheezit92:Lol, could be
Whatever had happened, Cheezit92 was extremely grateful for it. Ardougne would now be an easy grab, with the confusion that no doubt reigned inside the castle. And all they had to do was...cross the river. Cheezit92 had forgotten about that, but now that the elitists were busy putting out their fire, couldn't they just build another wooden bridge across the river without elitist interference?
Cheezit92:So when will we build the bridge?
Zamilo , we're not building a bridge
Cheezit92:?
Zamilo:Look over there
He pointed at a small building sheltered almost beneath the walls of Ardougne's castle. Cheezit92 could just make out a figure, undoubtedly a mage, sitting against it side, stationed there for the chance that the noobs might try to build a bridge.

27-May-2006 18:14:35

Cheezit92:U said there was a way across the river?
Zamilo:Yes sir. Follow me
Together, they walked away from the hubbub, sounds fading behind them as they entered Discollama2's camp.
Zamilo:Texan85 left this morning
Zamilo:He left you a note in his tent
Zamilo:They found it while cleaning the tent
Cheezit92:He didn't take his tent with him?
Zamilo , no sir. The camp is crowded and tents are few
Zamilo:There'll be a new person in it by tonight
Cheezit92
Zamilo knew his way through the encampment, picking his route without hesitation through the haphazard arrangement of tents and finally stopping at a small gray one located near the center of the camp.
Zamilo:We left it as we found it
Cheezit92 stepped inside and found the tent was quite empty but for a note weighted down by a rock lying on its floor. Bending down he picked it up and read...

THE SIMPLEST WAY IS BEST
~~~~(" 9-.-P(" ~~~~~

...written in an easily legible cursive script, the long and slanted kind you might expect to find on ancient scrolls.
Cheezit92 stared at it for a few seconds. How exactly did this help him?
Zamilo:Flip it over.
Cheezit92 complied and was astounded at the simplicity of the message on the back.

27-May-2006 18:14:44

27-May-2006 18:16:27

The footsteps were barely audible now, and still they were walking steadily away. Darkness closed in on him, and he realized he might soon be left alone if he stayed here. Uttering an oath under his breath, he forced his tired body into a run after the feet.
He caught up to the other person faster than he had expected to, anger pulsing in his skull.
(c)Mr. Happy:I'm going to kill you if you don't talk!
The voice came from behind him, strong and throaty.
Cheezit92:Well, it seems you might either way
Mr. Happy:Cheezit92?
Cheezit92:Yes, who else?
Mr. Happy: It can't be. I'm imagining things
Cheezit92 f course you are
But then, who had been dragging him when he woke up? He would still be lying on his back, alone in the dark if this Cheezit92 were part of his imagination
Mr. Happy:I'm not imagining things
Cheezit92:Whatever you say.
Cheezit92:If it's any consolation I think I'm imagining you
Mr. Happy:Uh huh
He wasn't really listening anymore. If this was Cheezit92 then this was his chance! A chance for revenge! Before he knew what he was doing, his left hand was curled into a fist, fingernails biting into his palm deep enough to draw blood.
Images washed through his head -
- noobs surrounding him in the Wildy, calling him traitor, taunting him -
- A fletching knife, shining like a sliver of the moon in a cell -
- Sam's yellow body, staring after him as the door closed in his face -
- and then some sense poured into him. What would punching Cheezit92 in the dark do? Nothing. If he was lucky, it might knock Cheezit92 unconscious. But that was too risky.
If he waited, however, a better chance might show itself. Maybe once they came to the end of these tunnels. Then he would actually be able to see Cheezit92.
Cheezit92:In fact, I think everyone might be imagining everyone else
Furthermore, if he hit Cheezit92 now and did manage to knock him out or possibly kill him, he would be left down here to die by himself.

27-May-2006 18:16:37

Yes, letting Cheezit92 lead him out of these tunnels first would be the best way.
But then a disturbing thought occured to him. What if Cheezit92 wasn't leading him out? If he were in Cheezit92's position he wouldn't do it. Maybe Cheezit92 was just waiting until Mr. Happy was too weak to fight back or follow anymore. Leading him to his death.
The air felt cloiyant about him, too tight and thin, claustrophobia began to set in. Yet the feet still marched forward and Mr. Happy, seeing no other choice, followed.
Cheezit92:I wrote a story once
Mr. Happy:Uh huh
There was something at the end of the corridor now, a lighter shade of blackness.
Cheezit92:I put my heart into that story
Cheezit92:And the characters seemed to jump to life.
Yes, there was something at the end of the corridor, it looked like an orb, shining a dim yellow.
Cheezit92:Anyway, it got me to thinking
Cheezit92:What if we were like those characters.
The orb was flickering now. As they came closer Mr. Happy began to see some of his surroundings - the shadowy cracks in the walls, the ghosts of ancient spiderwebs clinging to the ceiling.
Cheezit92:What if we were just figment* of some authors imagination
Cheezit92:Just components of their story
Cheezit92 ur future set ahead of us by the writer's mind
Mr. Happy:That's called destiny
It was a torch ahead of them, flames flickering desperately against the endless darkness around it. The first sign of other life Mr. Happy had seen in a long time, marking the intersection of several corridors. For all he knew, they might have looped around and come back to the first torch he had seen down here. Yet it would work perfectly.
Cheezit92:And what if the person who's writing us
Cheezit92:Is in turn being written by someone higher
Cheezit92:What would you think of that?
Mr. Happy:I'd think you were crazy
They were almost to the torch and Mr. Happy could see the figure of Cheezit92 out of the corner of his eye. It was Cheezit92!

27-May-2006 18:16:47

27-May-2006 18:16:58

27-May-2006 18:17:14

The bottom of the pit was littered with all manner of rusty blades sitting in a thin puddle of water and positioned specifically for the purpose of killing whoever fell in. Moonlight shimmered dully from a hundred surfaces, playing tricks on his eyes. Had he really come so close to dying?
Texan85:Yes, I saved ur life.
Texan85:And all I ask in return is one small favor.
Zezima:?
Texan85:Tell Voldemort and Starwarfan0 and...
Texan85:And whatever other goons u have tracking me
Texan85:To leave me alone.
Zezima was immediately on the alert again.
Zezima:How do you know about them?
Texan85:This is not ur place to ask questions.
Texan85:I only want an answer. Will u stop hunting me?
Texan85:Yes or no, it's that simple.
Zezima:Now wait a minute,
Zezima:I don't think u know who ur talking to
He equipped another spear.
Texan85 h, but I do
Texan85:King of Runescape, leader of the elitists
Tesan85:A man of empty titles.
Texan85:You better watch out
Texan85:Your empire is crumbling around you
Texan85:And one day you might enter ur throne room
Texan85:To find Cheezit92 sitting there in ur stead.
Zezima:No. We're winning, and Cheezit92's dead.
Texan85:Ur behind on ur new too I see.
Zezima:If u don't answer my questions, I can kill you.
Zezima:First, how did you talk to me in the mage arena?
Texan85:Empty threats aswell.
Texan85:Can is different than will, and you wouldn't kill me
Texan85:I'm too interesting.
Texan85:Stop hunting me. I don't want trouble.
And, before Zezima's eyes, Texan85 threw up his hands and shrank, disappearing in a ball of rippling purple, which went out itself a moment later like a snuffed fire. Zezima just stared for a moment, a purple imprint resting before his eyes and slowly fading.
There was no way he would stop hunting Texan85 now. How had he disappeared like that?
An ancient word flashed into his mind, tugged out of the recesses of his memory. Teleportation.

27-May-2006 18:18:13

That was what it was called, but he couldn't remember much more than that.
And how had he known about Voldemort? Zezima decided it was finally time to turn private chat back on. Instantly the messages flooded in.
Genocide456:Answer!!!
Road Rage14:Where the **** are you?
Nutdo:R u there?
Numanuma3:*************************
Flame56:.
Genocide456:Answer!!!
But he decided to ignore these and pmed Voldemort instead, carrying on a conversation amidst the angry rants of his bodyguards.
Zezima:Hi
Voldemort:Finally, it's you!
Zezima:So, how u doing finding Texan85?
Voldemort:I've been trying to reach u for hours!!
Voldemort , Texan85. Well....let's say
Voldemort:I came very close to finding him and
Voldemort lease come to Varrock.
Voldemort:Starwar and I are in a kind of sticky situation.
Zezima:?
Voldemort:U'll just have to see.
Voldemort:Come to Varrock library.
Zezima n my way.
He started walking northeast, back towards the glider area, and decided to pm Bondguy quickly.
Zezima:Bondguy?
Bondguy:?
Zezima:I'm leaving the island.
Bondguy:Why, what happened?
Zezima:Something on the mainland.
Bondguy:?
Zezima:Can't explain right now. Just ready a glider.
Bondguy:Alright sir.
Zezima:And tell the other elitists I'm leaving.
Bondguy k
Zezima (To Voldemort):I'll be there in an hour or two.
Voldemort k
Zezima turned off his private chat and the silence of the jungle enveloped him again.

27-May-2006 18:18:26

27-May-2006 18:19:28