Part III

Marco, face down in his pillow, groaned an elderly groan as the light of the rising sun illuminated his small room.

Marco considered himself lucky, considering the fact that he was down the hall from the new girl. He giggled to himself when he thought about it sometimes. What the hell is up with me? Marco thought to himself. He simply shook his head, scratching his messy hair when suddenly BOOM! A sound like an 18-Wheeler colliding with a small planet nearly shattered his windows.

Marco quickly slipped into a shirt and sneakers and bolted outside his door...only to find Moxxie who beat him to the punch.

She sported an orange pair of pajama bottoms with an AC/DC band shirt.

They locked eyes then Moxxie, toothbrush in mouth, ran back inside and grabbed a black leather fanny pack with her initials embossed on it. The small bags' compartments were filled with some pretty useful stuff. She zipped it closed, tied her Vans and full-on sprinted to the wooden double doors with Marco right on her heels.

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It was horrifying. Truly horrifying. They stood slack jawed in awe as a ferocious, bird-snake hybrid tore through the woods, wreaking havoc on anything unfortunate enough to be in its path. It was about the size of a small shack if not larger. It had lime-green reptilian eyes with crimson red pupils and its fangs and talons glistened in the now-risen sunlight.

It's wings flapped wildly, kicking up large amounts of dirt and dust as the two teens stood, mouth agape in horror, trying to come up with a plan.

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Moxxie, with courage in her heart and a stick in hand, charged the beast at full speed, yelling her loudest in the process. Moxxie then chucked the stick at the hideous hybrid causing him to turn around in both rage and confusion.

Marco looked on; masculinity and pride slowly going down the drain...but there was something about watching her fight. So aggressive and fierce. He slowly but surely was letting this girl get into his head but again there was something about her that he felt attracted to.

I'll tell her later. One of these days. He thought.

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Meanwhile on the "battlefield" (if you could even call it that anymore) Moxxie was running around giggling, chasing the poor creature (possibly trying to hug it). The monster seemed like he finally met his match; a teenage girl.

It gave in and kneeled down to her but when she hugged it, it poofed into a gold dust and went inside of her bag.

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She opened the bag to find that the monster had put itself into a tiny glass bottle that she would use to get water from the lakes.

Moxxie held the little jar the was closed tight with a cork.

"If it was corked shut then how the hell did you get in?" Moxxie asked out loud.

"THATS WHAT YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT?!" Marco screamed, facepalming himself.