(Author's note: Okay, first of all, this story was a dare. My friend, Nikki, bet me that I couldn't write I story about killer muffins. I would have simply written a short story, but I almost never write short stories. Lastly, this was meant to be serious, I know they're muffins, but they are very dangerous muffins. The ideas of mutant terrorist would be more scary, this I know, but the dare wasn't to write something about mutant terrorist. Was it? No, so enjoy and, please, don't make fun of the muffins. They will eat choo.)
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Chapter negative-one:
"The Muffins are outside," Persinthea practically yelled," they're gonna find us! They're gonna-" I slapped my hand over her mouth.
"Hell, yeah they're gonna find us if you keep fucking screaming," I tried my best to keep my voice a slight whisper," Just shut up and go sit back in the corner." I returned my attention to the hole in the wall I was looking out of, she was right, they were outside. Three of them all wielding a machine gun with a knife bolted on the end of it. There giant, fluffy, banana nut bodies walked up and down the street, peaking into the window of every house, looking for any one they may have left behind, a.k.a us," It's the banana nut soldiers, Sin," I whispered with a slightly panicked tone to my voice. The banana nut's are the most lethal of all the muffins, and the most violent. Nobody knows why, but there was a rumor going around that when they, the science dept., distributed the potion to the muffins the banana nut batch got the most.
"Radley," I turned around and met Persinthea's worried expression," are we going to die?" I didn't have the heart to tell her that we probably were, that the chances of us living were about as good as the chance a balloon wouldn't pop when a porcupine hugged it. I couldn't tell her that, it would be more than enough to send her spiraling into complete insanity, she was crazy enough with me telling. Her lime green eyes were wide, and growing wider every few seconds I didn't answer. Her bottom lip quivered and her body shook so badly her short black hair vibrated in glossy waves.
"No, of course not," I whispered, turning away from her," you know I'll keep you safe. Don't I always?" She didn't answer for a while and in those twenty seconds of pure and utter heart-wrenching silence I wished I could read minds, but, then again, I wish I could do a lot of things. Like fly, punch holes through mountains, kill off the Muffins, and, most of all, protect Sin. Right now, I can't do any of those things. I'm completely helpless and weak, I just hoped she didn't know that.
"Yeah," she whispered, her voice slightly higher that before," you always do." I heard her boots scrape the dusty, wooden floor as she pulled them up to her chest and the soft muffled sound of her head gently banging against the wall behind her. Could she read minds.
"Yeah, actually, I can. And you lied to me, Radley!" In my version of this messed up world that would have actually happened. In my sick and twisted brain she would have actually told me that, but she didn't. She just kept banging her head against the wall, softly and steadily, trying to drive out the horrid thoughts that were running through her head. Trying to drive out the truth of what would probably become of us.
Chapter one: Stupid scientists
"We are proud to announce that the launch of Product X has been sent to the local muffin factories," mom was tuned into the station everyone seemed to be watching tonight, the six o'clock news. I had already got a bunch of texts from about half a million people, and all the texts seemed to tell me to do the same thing. Radley, get your butt up and watch the news. Honestly, I didn't want to watch, I didn't even care about this Product X, and Product X was such a cliche name anyway," For those of you who don't know, Product X is a newly invented ingredient to increase the size and taste of bakery goods. For example, Cookies, cake, cupcakes, muffins, etc. We took a vote not to long ago to see which bakery good we should try the product on and, you guessed it, muffins won by a land slide." Mother gave a overly enthusiastic "woot" and my little sis, Persinthea, just rolled her eyes.
"I wanted cupcakes to win," she whined. Of course she wanted cupcakes to win, all thirteen year olds wanted the cupcakes to win.
"Ya' know, Sin," I whispered, leaning in towards her," cupcakes are just slutty muffins." She frowned at me and then laughed.
"Well, brother, muffins are just ugly cupcakes." I punched her in the arm softly and turned my attention back to the TV.
"You stole that from a t-shirt," mom laughed while getting up to go fetch some popcorn. Sin rolled her eyes, folded her arms across her chest and mumbled something I couldn't quite pick up over the noise of the TV. We all laughed happily and continued watching, unaware of the trouble and danger that was about to unfold.
My hair is now light brown and my eyes are grey, I only say that because before this whole thing happened my hair was black and my eyes were a dark blue. Sinthea's hair hung at her waist and was light blonde, so light it looked silver, and her eyes were a equally light blue. Mom hadn't explained to us why we had to change the way we looked, she just said it was better if we looked different. Some bull about how it would be harder to track us down if we looked different than the pictures we previously took. She bought us contacts and hair dye, when the streets weren't so muffin infested of course. I wanted to ask why we were being tracked down and why we had to hide in the attic. I wanted to ask a lot of question, but she was gone before I could even open my mouth. She promised to come back, they always promise to come back. She never returned.
It was best to assume the worst and not fill our brains with the near impossible thought that she would come back to us, I knew this and tried to tell Sinthea, but, as expected, she didn't listen. In fact, she acted as if I never told her that mom may have been captured, dead, or, even worse, one of them. It was heart breaking to hear her ask me every day, "Hey, Rads, when is mom coming home?" Every single day I had to lie to her and say, "Maybe, tomorrow," or,"She'll be back in no time," when I knew, in my heart, that she would never be back.
