“That’s not gonna happen.” said the Lone Writer putting a bullet right between Krulltar’s eyebrows. The look of shock on his face would have been funny if she hadn’t been so mad.
Fantasy and Band Baby stood on her left and right looking equally ticked.
“How are you alive?!” Stovohobo demanded. “I heard you three were cut to pieces with the sword of Ficletdom or something.”
Band Baby sighed and shook her head. “Fantasy had the Omega Thirteen in her pocket. It activated when she died. And let me tell you, it wasn’t pretty what she did to Blu for killing her.”
“No, I wasn’t.” Fantasy muttered. “And to make sure it doesn’t happen again…” She snatched Lone Writer’s pistol and put three more bullets into Krulltar.
“Hey!” Lone Writer snatched it back. “Don’t touch that!”
Band Baby sighed. “You need to chill! You’re so possesive of everything!”
Lone Writer narrowed her eyes. “I don’t know if you’ve ever heard this word…. Its called mine!”
Suddenly the cave began to shake.