The boy's eyes flickered a bit. "Who are you guys, and what're you
doing here?" he asked instead. His hand retreated from his pocket
and instead hung by his side. "I don't remember hearing about new
arrivals..."
Isla was glaring at Zuzu. Their eyes flashed dangerously. "Do you
want to die?" she growled, low in her throat. "Or are you just that
stupid?"
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She smiled pleasantly. "With the help of your little pet."
She glared daggers at them. "Perhaps he's here to help his master
again? Or has he already received a couple pats on the head and
sits pacifically outside while you fight his battles for him?"
"Um, I'll say again- Who are you?" The boy was looking a bit
nervous now. "I don't want to call security on you guys if you
really should be here..."
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Isla was standing up despite the trembling in her legs. Anger was
rising with them. "Are you ignoring me? You- you- piece of-"
She was shaking, now with anger.
The unnamed boy cast an anxious glance at them and the sneer that
was starting on their lips. "Well... um... I'd really prefer if
you'd answer my questions first... and I don't really know who
you're talking about..."
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"Not really. A certain someone betrayed my friends and I and we
planned to get them out. Guess that's probably not happening. Now
can yoj answer the question?"
Suddenly, she lunged towards him and flared out her arms. "Stop.
Ignoring. Me!" She screamed, darkness rising up from her hands.
The person gave a shriek of fear and ducked away. "Well, I see
you're busy!" he yelped. "B-Bye!" He ran down the hallway,
disappearing into the first door.
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Isla seized them by the back of their collar and spun them around.
"Not so fast!" she spat. "You picked this fight!" Her eyes were
searing yellow, uncontrolled rage rising up from the depths. "Now
I'm going to end it!" They slammed a shadow ball into his chest.
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I fell on my back and groaned, glad to now be outside of their
reach. "You threatened me and now I come to get you out and the
first thing you do is insult and assault me. You're lucky I even
came back."
Isla stormed towards them, chuckling ominously. "Keep saying that,
maybe you'll believe it." She stopped in front of him and glared
down at him, though they were still smiling. "I didn't ask you to
come back. And I certainly didn't ask you to ignore me, now did I?"
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I remembered my still on walkie talkie and realized that Floyd
would be hearing this conversation. "Whatever, you're out, so i've
done my job. Bye." With my mood soured enough, I ran out.
The door was locked. The boy had locked it behind him. "Are you
trying to run away?" Isla tilted her head to the side cutely.
"After telling your little puppy you'd help me? Do you think he'd
accept it?"
A thumping was sounding outside the room.
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"Oh, I suppose you could try. And if you succeed, what then?
Sad little lapdog." She chuckled a bit. "You're colder than I am.
You really don't care about him so much? No wonder no one would cry
for you, when you're like this. Pitiful." She tsked, shaking her
head.
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"Is this one of those pre-battle villain monologues with vague
language that makes no sense? Just wanted to know when i'm supposed
to have my overdramatic power up sequence."
Isla sneered at that. "Oh, so I'm the villain now?" they asked.
"Black and white thinking. But in any case, you're right. We might
as well get this over with, and see who cries for who."
Suddenly, something slammed against the door.
Isla ignored it, lifting their chin. "I'll grant you first move."
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"Ok then." Now or never. I used a new tactic i'd been
experimenting with. I shot off a bolt off lightning so fast it
broke the sound barrier, ignoring the intense pain in my ears and
bolted forward and hit a gut punch.