The Cursed Ones

"What the heck is that?" I screamed. "I think its a Manticore?" said Jazz. I ran down the hall, Jazz at my heels. The Manticore roared.

"How do we stop it?" I yelled, cutting another corner. I guess it took a wrong turn, because we were at a dead end. I turned around. Jazz was next to me. She had her Celestial Bronze sword out. I unsheathed my dagger. The Manticore was slowly walking towards us, like it was gloating. It roared.

Okay okay okay. I guess your wondering why a Manitcore is chasing me and my sister Jazz. Well, were not exactly, how should I put it, human. Were half human, half Greek god, and were considered dangerous.

We figured out something was wrong about a year ago. That's when thing started to HAPPEN. Muhahahaha! No seriously. Creepy laughs and all. If you went through what we went through, well, lets just say you wouldn't be sane. It stared in math class. Yes I'm serious. The worst subject ever created. Math. We were in 7th grade then, and our teacher was teaching us, yes TEACHING, how to divide decimal fractions.

Thankfully someone interrupted. Well, something. Our principal walked in the door. "Hello Mr. Mordove. Do you need anything?" asked Mrs. Monopoly. Yes. Her name is Monopoly. "I would like to speak to Lizzie and Jazz please." I looked at Jazz. Not good.

I stood up and walked out the door, Jazz behind me. We walked into his office. As soon as he shut the door, I heard a click and he turned on us. "Where is it?" I looked a Jazz. "Where's what?" I asked. "Don't act Innocent. We know you have it."

"We? Who's we?" Jazz asked. He growled. And then he changed. Jazz screamed. "What the heck are you?" He growled again.

"I'm a manticore. And I am going to kill you." He roared. Then he charged. We dodged out of the way and bolted for the door. "Get back here you little brats!" I unlocked the door and ran down the hallway for dear life.

I ran out the exit door. "Jazz?" I looked around. "Oh no." I ran back inside. I crept up to the office. I heard a muffled scream. "Be quiet, or I'll kill you now." I walked in.

"Hey ugly!" I yelled. Jazz was tied up loosly on his desk. He turned around and laughed. I saw a fist and then nothing.

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