The Toy Box 3 (Started)

I don't mind, both people that asked can join.

Yay!

Kay~

Nervously, I looked down at the ground below me; WAY below me. Biting my lip, I grasped the straps that held my parachute on my back and took a step back, away from the open plane door. Hurry, think of something that will make me not have to jump! Stall or something! Come on, Kayli! I thought to myself.

"Uh, do I really have to...?" I said out loud. My answer was a gruff kick to my back and me doing a somersult out the door. Terror gripped my stomach as I pummeled head-over-heals to the ground, there was nothing to hold on to, nothing to stop my fall. I fumbled with the string that triggered the parachute but the wind was making it hard to get ahold of anything, and the ground was rushing at me very quickly. It was like a train speading toward me, and I was glued to the tracks. Finally I grabbed it and yanked it as hard as I could, and the parachute opened with a painful jerk just before I could crashed into the tallest tree. But parachutes were only made to slow you down, not stop you completely. So even though it wasn't as painful, I did hit the tree.

I'll spare you the story of how the tree and I played plinco all the way to the ground.

Finally, with a painful thud, I hit the ground, did a full somersult, and landed on my face and hands. I knew that I should get up before I get ambushed by fellow dolls, but my whole body ached. Screw the other dolls. Gosh, I could curl up and die with out their help. I thought. But I was determined to make it at least half way through this thing. So with a groan I stood up and looked up to see that the plane that had brought me in had already left. "Of course they would, this all illegal." I said out loud as I rubbed my sore shoulders, that parachute had done quite a number on them.

I made a 360 and got a pretty good look at the battle field around me for the first time. I nodded in approval, "So this is hell."


>Sorry it's so long! But it's my opening post, got to make it detailed, right?<

OOC: Sorry I haven't written yet; was on a plane yesterday and I had a lot of homework today after missing school.


I tried to figure out how I felt towards Tom. On one hand, he brought me into this world in a weird, freaky way. On the other, he was going to take me out in a painful, torturous way, which seemed to cancel the first one out. That just left me his personality to work with which, frankly, was intimidating.
As the doll next to me thought his creepy thoughts about what would happen to his... remains, I had to look away so he wouldn't see me shudder. Tom seemed like a nice person, like he wouldn't care about stuff like that. But kind people don't basically MAKE people to send them off to die cruel and painful deaths for his enjoyment. There just was something not quite right about Tom Willows. But I shouldn't be thinking about that. I should be thinking about the days ahead, strategizing. I slip my hand into the hidden pocket in the folds of my dress, clutching the handle of my dagger. I think about practicing on the dummies at Tom's house. There was something relaxing about that. At the last moment, the face of the dummy I'm stabbing in my mind suddenly becomes the face of a doll, with eyes that have life in them that is now slowly bleeding out...
I shudder, jerking away from the window I'm leaning my head out. I could never do that, I could never kill someone... could I? If my life, or whatever this is, was threatened? In the heat of the moment? I would have to. I swallow, my throat going dry. I bite my lip, thought it'll probably scratch the painting, and think about it, then give a slight nod. I could do it. I could kill someone. Could I?

Alia

They were almost there. Alia thoughts were on nothing but the Tra'qaz. Why was it that she felt that connection? She fingered the hilt, which was anything but charming. It was old and rusted, with a black cloth around it.

Alia had given a tight smile to what her companion, Eleanor, had said. She was strong, she had a good weapon, and Alia liked her clothing. She could be considered a friend. "Okay everybody," Blue called from somewhere up ahead, cheery as ever, "we should be landing soon."
"Be careful," she told her seatmate, in a low tone, "and I guess we'll have to trust one and other from this point on."
Eleanor nodded, and shook the hand Alia had extended.

Alia got up, as she was about to head towards her baggage, but a second after she stood up , there was a loud snap. Alia paused mid-way, and turned towards the source of the sound. The Tra'qaz, which hung on her belt, seemed to have cut through the plane-wall on her side.

"Seriously now?" Jessica said, standing on her seat, "do you really want to start slicing things through, already?"
Alia replied, in the same tone she used to speak to Eleanor, "That, wasn't on purpose."
"And you're making silly mistakes already. Great."
"A lot more damage could have happened, if I did it on purpose. Get on my bad side, Jessica, and I'll be sorry to end that bunny's little life. I like bunnies. They remind me of lemons."
Jessica opened her mouth in reply, but the plane jerked forward, making everyone fall out of their seats, and Alia fall down. Suddenly, a bright red light blinked throughout the plane and the plane tilted downward a bit too fast, and in a not landing angle.

I'm going to be gone all week, I hope that is okay! I did write a really long post for this, but my internet problems wouldn't let me post it. :/ So I'll be back soon, but not that soon.

Hayden | On the plane

Blue's voice called out as an announcement. The dolls were due to land soon, and begin the fight. Apparently.

Not Hayden. Hayden growled and looked out of the window, checking his looks, seeing if it was all OK. Didn't look any worse than he could. He stood up and, covering his unsightly nose, walked down the aisle. "Can all die if they want. What's worse, getting murdered by a doll or getting flushed down the toilet?" he grumbled on under his breath.

As he walked past, the dolls stared back at him. He carried on until the end of the plane and went into a cupboard. Or so he thought.

He didn't bother looking back. He shut the door, and he'd know when to get out. He should be able to tell when the wheels hit the runway, right?

The plane's engines rumbled. It began to shake. Before he knew it, he could hear cries and screams of the dolls. Blue's voice came calling in an announcement, as the light in the cupboard began flickering before turning red. He turned around and realised it was a toilet.

A toilet.

Hayden nearly tripped over, but the small door stopped him. He needed to get away from it. Fast. Then, Blue opened the door and scowled at him. He ran down the corridors, looking for his gun. He brought two, actually, his pistol with a few bullets and his knife stuck in his pockets. Then, the fuselage began to tear apart.

Hayden was falling. Rushing towards the ground. Speeding towards impending death... His humanity chip'd smash upon impact.

I'm flipping dead.

He closed his eyes. What were you supposed to do when you were about to die, doll or not? Laugh? Cry? Kill yourself before?

He could feel it coming. He could see death.

He cuddled his legs. He never saw the world. Just the crap life that only lasted a week or something. He clenched his fists.

Then he opened his eyes, one last time. And there was that Trina doll just below him. He - he - he could make it! He grabbed her leg - she was screaming - before the two crash landed onto the sand.

A few minutes later, she stood up, with an angry expression on her face. "What the HECK were you THINKING?"

(Is this too early? If it is, I'm really, really sorry.)

Trina | On the plane

Suddenly, a bright red light started blinking. Trina was really scared now. The plane tilted downwards and she could feel herself being pushed back into her seat. She tried to resist the force that was pushing her backwards and tried walking down the aisle.

Out of nowhere, a hand grasped her leg and she screamed. What with the plane crashing, now disembodied hands were grabbing onto her too? She didn't want to die like this. Somehow, no one seemed to have heard her scream over the noise that all of them were already making. She started to tremble and shiver and tears ran down her face. Then all of a sudden she, and the doll who's hand was grasping her leg crashed onto the sand.

Trina jumped up as soon as she had landed and looked around. Dolls were scrambling around on the sand and some were coming out of the water too, their clothes dripping. Then she looked down at the doll who had grasped her leg. It was Hayden, that doll whom she had talked to in the morning and sat with in the coach. He was there a few feet away from her, getting up and dusting the sand off himself. As soon as Trina saw him she felt her rage take over her. She stumbled across the sand toward him, tripped over a small log and fell down. She heard him laugh and jumped up, hair messy, seething with rage and her face covered in sand and still wet from her tears. She charged towards the doll. "What the HECK were you THINKING?" She glared at him, and he replied, "Well. We were about to die, and you don't really THINK when all you know is that you want to SURVIVE and LIVE and not DIE." Trina looked at him and took a deep breath. "At least, you could have considered what a doll would feel if a hand suddenly grasped her foot from out of nowhere! It's not that hard to think sometimes, you know! I was terrified out of my wits and I'd already started crying! You don't just grab a doll's foot when they're crying! You're so... so... so stupid! Unbelievable! Urgh! First, I try to be friendly! I try to have a little bit of fun before I'm going to die! I know very well that we're probably all of us going to die and I just don't want to think about! And you come along, Mr. Oh-so-Positive Bright Ray of Sunshine and make me think about it when it's quite obvious that I don't want to! You're so annoying and just.. just... Urgh! You make me so mad!" Trina glared at the doll who was standing in front of her, and tears of anger and relief at the same time, ran down her cheeks. She was furious with Hayden, but at the same time she was glad that he, and all the other dolls were safe.

Well, they were for now.

I wasn't sure what was going on as the plane lurched around us, everyone screamed, and things broke into general chaos. Which, all things considered, was probably a good thing. If I'd known, I might not have thought to tighten my grip around the handle of my dagger, and who knows where it would be if I hadn't?
However, as soon as I realized that the only thing between me and the ground was a LOT of air, I started panicing. I found myself frozen as we plummeted towards the ground.
I didn't have that much time to panic, only about a second and then splash, I hit the water. Hard. As I righted myself, finding the sea floor just below my knees and breathing in grateful, relieved breaths of air, I heard someone yelling and whipped my head around, pulling out my dagger.
One of the dolls was yelling at another doll. I looked nervously towards the island, wondering if there were any enemy dolls close enough to hear them yelling.
I decided to go find the doll I was sitting next to on the coach just because I kind of knew him, though I'd forgotten to ask his name.

I was startled by the island's beauty. I could see nature feeling its strength.
Wow. I wish I could spend my who-- What the?

I heard screams of dolls from my back. And Hayden was on the floor. I was kind of laughing the way he was lying there, helplessly. Francie was holding my hand, tight. I could tell she was very frightened. But it was weird. Why wasn't I? I looked out of the window. The plane was about to land but in a wrong pose. There was a thud, and I crashed onto my seat. Ow! My head. Stupid plane. I knew this thing couldn't take us safely.

"We're nearly down, and I'm already going to die!" Lorcan yelled.

"Coral! What's happening?" asked Francie, looking pale.

"Don't worry! Nothing's going to happen. I'm not going to let anything happen to anyone. Lorcan! Take out your Flamberge!" I jumped out of the seat and told both of them.

"Are you crazy?" Lorcan called to me.

"You blithering idiot! If you let me die, I swear I'll kill you again in hell!" I gave him a grave look.

Where did I get the courage to say all this, all of a sudden? I snatched my Snowflake Wand and Flamberge. I was doing something, I didn't know. I heard Trina screaming really loudly. If they all could just shut-up! No, I'm not this mean. Snap back to reality, Coral!

The plane and doors hit hard. We all hit the sand. I heard so many "Ow" 's and "Ouch" 's. Some doll was screaming at Hayden. I couldn't see who since, the sand was burning my eyes.

"Is everyone okay?" asked To-To. "How did this happen? Did anyone play with wires? Don't worry. I hope no-one's broken their limbs or anything."

Everyone groaned. All of us were pretty annoyed with him. How can we trust him, if he can't even take us safely to the island? Well done Tom, well done! I thought this was a good dude.

I felt someone trying to grab my hand. That doll was gasping desperately. When I turned around, it was Jessica. JESSICA! I searched for my Snowflake Wand. Francie came out to give it to me.

"Thank you very much, Francie." I hugged her tight. "Please do me a favor. Could you please go call Blue? Say Jessica is badly hurt."

Francie nodded and ran to get Blue. I took a flake out of my Wand and waved it above Jessica's head. I concentrated but my mind was in a swirl of confusion. Blue came running looking rather anxious.

"Jess!" he said to her. "You've not lost. We haven't. What is that you're doing, Coral? "

I showed him the flake, I was using. "It's a healing method. I used to do it for Arian." I replied.

"Okay. Then go on! Fast. Where is Arian, anyway?"

I put my hand on my hair, to see if I could feel anything. I did feel something. Suddenly, I saw Arian's small nose sticking out. I tickled it and laughed.

"He's just scared. He'll be alright after awhile." I said and healed Jessica.
It wasn't as hard as before. I could get my concentration. After she healed, she thanked me. I saw her bunny too.

"She's a cute one. " I told Jessica.

"Isn't she? I love her very much. Just like how you love Arian." she smiled at me.

Alia | Crashing | Island.

Alia fell head first on the aisle, her head spinning out of control. Everything happened so fast, she couldn't capture it all at once. The next thing she knew, she was in shallow water. Water? Alia's chest tightened, her breadth shortened and her visioned blurred. She felt numb, paralyzed, and most of all, scared. Alia quickly stood up and staggered her way onto the shore. Once safely there, she fell on her knees and started panting. She started feeling over her belt, to assure herself that her Tra'qaz was still there, while her mind ran through what she felt when she was in the water. What the- Where's the Tra'qaz?! She looked around the shore, worry settling deep in her eyes. All the other dolls were either hurt, and attending their wounds, or just yelling at one another. She saw her bags lying around. As she went to collect them, her eyes searched the sand. She hung her bags around her shoulders, her anger starting to replace her worry.

And then she saw it. The transparent blade gleaming in the sun, calling out to her. It lay deep in the sand, next to the bright blue doll. Tra'qaz! She ran towards in, and then slid to her knees as she neared it. She reached out and pulled it, hugging it close to her chest. A sense of relief ran through her, as the warm hilt came to contact with her skin.

Right above her, Trina and Hayden were yelling at each other. If Alia wasn't placed in such a situation, as would have beaten the two up. Trina and Hayden saw Alia, but ignored her.

Just then, something caught Alia's eye, in the bushes. She turned to look at it, but the bushes stopped shuffling. Instead, there came a low growl. Slowly standing up, she covered Trina's mouth with her free hand, and flattened the Tra'qaz on Hayden's, to hear more clearly.

"Quiet!" She yelled, her cold voice ringing throughout the shore. Everyone looked up at her, questioningly, clearly annoyed. Alia lowered her hands and waited, as she tiled her head towards the bushes. The growl came again, but the bushes shuffled with it. Everyone heard it. Dread settled into the atmosphere, and sounds of metal vibrated as everyone took out their weapons.

The game had finally started.

Francie ~ The Beach

There was a screaming panic in most of the dolls as the plane started to nosedive towards the island. I screeched and reached for Corals hand, holding it tightly while she laughed at another doll who was laying on the floor. Then, Coral slipped and hit her head while I continued to scream. I pulled her up and yelled, "Coral, what's happenening!?"

Of course, I knew what was happening but yelling that let me vent some of my fear and I shut my mouth from any further screams of panic. Coral and another doll, Lorcan, started yelling at each other while Trina screamed loudly in the background as she and another doll, Hayden, fell out the plane door. I gave another little screech but shut my mouth as the plane finally crashed into the island's sandy beach. We all flew out the door and got face-fulls of sand.

I lay on the sand for a second spitting it out of my mouth and blinking it out of my eyes as I tried to catch my breath. I quickly realized we were on the island and shot up, making myself dizzy from the quick movement. I tripped and almost fell again but I held onto someone's shoulder, Lorcan. I stepped away from him and murmured a "Sorry".

Coral was grasping another doll's hand and looking around frantically. I put two and two together and glanced around for Coral's Snowflake Wand. I grabbed at it's hilt, which was buried in the sand, and handed it wordlessly to Coral.

"Thank you so much Francie." She hugged me tightly and I could feel fear radiating off of her. The doll whose hand she'd been holding must be hurt. "Please do me a favor. Could you please go call Blue? Say Jessica is badly hurt."

I nodded, my face paling more in the graveness of the situation. I ran to get Blue.

"Blue! Blue!" I called when I saw him.

"Yes?" He turned and continued brushing sand off himself.

"Jessica is hurt," I gasped for breath for a second, still not able to properly fill my lungs with air and because of the sprint across the sand. Although I may have long legs, I am not good at running.

"Go see Coral!" I yelled at Blue's back as he sprinted towards where I had pointed to Jessica.

I slowly started walking towards the two dolls who were yelling at each other, thinking I could maybe get them to shut up since I'm sure anyone else on the island could hear them.

"Quiet!" Someone yelled.

I stopped walking and looked forwards to the doll who had yelled. She was tall and had short black hair dyed in all different colors, Aria.

Suddenly, I realized everyone was looking at the edge of the forest a few hundred feet behind me. I turned slowly and heard a low, feral growl coming from them. I pulled up my cane and got into what I would call a fighting stance.

A large dog burst from the bushes. It had real sewn in-hair and was growling and snarling wildly, showing its sharp, ceramic teeth. I screeched and ran towards the Trina and Hayden, who had finally stopped their fighting. Hayden yelled at me to get down and, in my blind panic to get away from the dog, I did. I heard a shot ring out and a spurt of scarlet exploded from the dog's muscular shoulder. He started to limp but was still coming after me. I scrambled up and dashed behind Hayden as he fired again.

The dog went down this time, but, instead of being relieved, I watched as Trina adopted a look of panic on her face and pointed at the forest again.

A few dolls came out, snarling much like the dog. One of them, stepped forwards and said, "You killed my dog."

I shivered in fright at her voice.

"Now, we're going to kill you."

Throngs of dolls burst out of the forest on all three sides of us, screaming battle cries.

We were all going to die.

For some reason, how soon the attack had come struck me as funny; barely on the island and we're already in immediate mortal peril. It seemed so funny, I had to force myself not to laugh as I studied the dolls coming towards us. We were definitely outnumbered; there were two or three of them for each one of us. I jerked to the side as an arrow passed by me, so close the feathers on the back sting my ear. Cover. We need cover. The first thing that comes to mind is the remains of the plane, but as I glance in the direction, I see the enemy dolls have already reached it.
A doll comes screaming towards me, waving an axe above his head. I hold my dagger within the folds of my skirt, waiting for him to come a bit closer to me, so I know I won't miss.
Just before he reaches me, I pull my dagger up, and throw it forward, sending it spiraling through the two feet of air left between us. It hits him directly in the heart, and I see my worst fear realized as I watch the life leave his eyes. It fazes me, but only for a moment. Then he falls backward and hits the ground. I pull my dagger from his chest, shuddering at the sight of wires from the humanity chip and stuffing on it. I wipe it quickly on the sand, though I know I'll soon have to get accustomed to the sight our insides. For a moment, I think of taking his axe, but think better of it. I've never fought with an axe before, and I don't have time for a learning curve. In hindsight, though, I probably should have chosen a weapon other than a dagger, one with more reach.
I hear a high-pitched squeal behind me, and duck as I turn around. A girl dolls stand there, also holding a dagger, so we're on fairer ground. I take a stab towards her, but she blocks and slashes toward my hip. I barely block her and the dagger reaches my leg, though it's only a glancing blow. I feel the pain and bite my porcelain lip, even as I block her dagger again as she aims for my neck. As she blocks another blow from me, I see the glint of metal on metal in her cold, dark eyes. I see viciousness and cruelty in the doll's eyes, but also, underneath, I see fear. And it's the fear more than anything else that makes it possible for her to kill me now.
I'm going to die. It's the first time I've ever thought it, really contemplated it and stared it in the face; not just as a theoretical possibility, but as something that may really happen to me, and soon. For the first time, I wonder what death is life, or if I'll even die. I think about the doll I sat next to in the coach, who wondered where his body would end up. What will happen to our bodies?
I don't have time to think about it any further, though. I'm not going down without a fight. Now I'm more of on a defensive side, feeling so certain that death is soon, that it awaits me in the next blow, lurking behind the next second.
We end up sparring all the way to the water's edge, and when she steps in it, she tenses, her eyes glancing down for a second, to see what she stepped in. The second is all I needed. I disarm her in the moment of surprise. She backs farther into the water, hands up, all emotions drained from her eyes, her face. All that's left is the fear.
I can't bring myself to kill her. I just can't. I don't know why I was able to kill the boy doll, but not her, but I can't kill her. Not when she doesn't have a weapon. I look away, not able to stand the look in her eyes.
But the second was all she needed too, and when I open my eyes, she's gone. I'm not even sure where she went, but I know she won't attack me again. Because she knows as well as I do that I could have killed her. But I didn't. I suddenly feel tired, like someone took a vacuum to me and sucked out all my energy.
I turn back to the fighting. It's complete and utter chaos. I'm not even sure who's winning and who's not. I sigh and join the fight again.

(I won't be writing on all Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday because my school's re-opening from vacations and my parents won't allow me to use the computer on weekdays. So, that's why I'm writing.)

"Quiet!" Alia said, covering Trina's mouth with her weapon.

These dolls! Can't they ever stay?

"Don't you dare, Alia! One scar and you fight me!" I screamed to her.

"Guys! You're not supposed to fight your teammates. Alia, put that thing down and, Coral! Don't lose your temper." Blue told us.

"She very well deserves a fight." Jessica murmured.

Alia lowered her hands and titled her head to the bushes. I followed her gaze. There were sounds coming from different directions. All of a sudden, a dog jumped out of the bushes to attack and, without any ado, Hayden had shot it with his pistol. I stared at him. I thought he uses that very rarely!

I took cover behind a piece of cardboard. That was the only thing I could snatch. I waited for a few seconds and saw the others fight bravely. Trina was a little clumsy, but Angeline fought fiercely.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" a doll came running towards me with a gun. He was about to shoot out a bullet but before he could, my Wand struck out a lightning. There he lay, with all sorts of scars. Bingo! But this is harder than I thought.

I ran, deeper into the forest to see, if there were any more back-up dolls. As I was running, I tripped over a stick. A doll weapon. I took up my Wand and got up on my knees. I looked around to see any doll and, I could hear footsteps very distantly though, I couldn't spot who was it.

Click. Click. Click.

I couldn't bear this suspense anymore. "Detrotrium Xaisheynu!" I enchanted and blew up the whole ground. The trees, bushes and everything else. This time, I looked more closely and I could see a girl with brown hair and plaits. She was walking towards me.

"What do you want, doll?" I asked her.

"Please don't hurt me." she took one look at me and said "You seem frightened."

"Is it me who's scared or is it you because, I thought you said not to hurt you."

"Never mind. I'm not one of those warrior dolls, okay?"

"Then, who are you? You're definitely not on our team."

"My name's Kayli but you can call me Kay. I'm an american doll and I came from a girl named Suzy."

"American is it? Whatever. So, what are you doing here?"

"Oh don't ask that. Hey! Can I join your team?"

"How can I trust you?" I looked at her.

"I don't have any weapons! Except for a glove, some bow and arrows, and a lighter in my boot! Look. I promise you I--"

Before she could complete, a wolf jumped on me and we both crash-landed hard on the ground. I reached out for my Wand and attacked. It was unconscious.

"Wow. Nice one!" Kay complimented me.

"I hate it when I hurt animals!" I said and walked over to the wolf. I took out my sack out of my bag and opened it. Slowly, I poured the liquid into the its mouth but, I couldn't finish.

"MY BABY'S GOING TO GET POISONED!" a tribal doll came out and went violent. Baby? Ugh! I tried to make her understand, but Kayli misunderstood me.

"Stop being violent, you fool!" Kayli took out her bows and arrows, and shot her.
I was shocked.

"What did you do that for?" I asked.

"I thought you were trying to kill her. Weren't you?"

I shook my head but in other thoughts, she could target well.
"We'll ask Tom about you, so you can join Toy Box ."

"Really? YAY! Wait. Who's Tom? " Kayli squeaked and got excited. Guess for now, I have to be with this small doll.

Whee~ I got a chance to post! 8D

Trina | On the island

Once Trina had stopped yelling, Alia came up to her and clamped her mouth with her hand. "Quiet!" she yelled to all the dolls in general.

There was a strange rustling sound coming from the bushes and suddenly a huge dog came out of nowhere, but was immediately shot dead by Hayden's pistol. Oh. Oh, it's started, has it? Trina thought to herself.

She turned around to see dolls jumping out of the bushes and attacking the other dolls. One surprisingly small, wiry one yelled and ran towards Trina. This should be easy. Trina picked up her pistol and very reluctantly, shot the doll. Before he had a chance to get back up, she twisted his arm behind his back, grabbed her frying pan and hit him right where his Humanity Chip was and destroyed it. The doll, now limp and lifeless fell down at her feet.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a whole group of dolls ganged up on Trina. Using her gun and her fists, she knocked most of them down on the sand and destroyed their Humanity Chips by hittin them on their heads with her gun. There were two or three left and they were quickly surrounding her. Already feeling tired, Trina brought out her poison darts and shot each of the dolls with them. She slumped down onto the sand, clutching her wounded shoulder. She didn't know how or when, but a doll must have shot her there when she was trying to fight the others. She clutched her wound and, tearing a piece off from her already tattered dress, she wrapped it around her shoulder.

She heard a yell behind her and turned to see a doll running up to her, axe in hand. Too surprised to get up, she sat there, frozen and afraid. This is it. I'm gonna die. The doll was about a foot away from her when suddenly, there was a loud thunk and the doll, cross eyed, fell face first onto the sand. Trina looked up and saw Hayden standing there, pistol in hand. "Nice one." she said, smiling. He didn't rey but just turned around and continued fighting the other dolls.

Trina was a little excited now. Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as she thought.

>Well, thanks for posting with Kayli, Choco. I think you showed her to be a little more...childish and niave then she really is. But thanks anyways.<
Kay

I followed the strange red headed girl through the woods, towards a loud racket that could only be dolls battling. Sure enough, me and the doll with me walked into a crowd of dolls in mid-fight. I didn't really want to get tangled up in all of this, but before I could back out a doll saw me and the red-head and started walking towards us with a murderous look on his face. I knocked an arrow to my bow string and pulled it back to my cheek, but just as I was going to it fly, there was a zap and the boy fell flat. I looked back at my partner and saw that her wand was sparkling.

"Come on, that one was mine." I said.

"I guess you'll just have to be faster next time." She smirked.

Glaring, I turned my bow so that the arrow head faced her. And then I released. The arrow whizzed past her ear and landed with a thud in the chest of a doll behind her that had been sneaking up on us. She watched as the threatening doll fell to the ground, dead. "You mean like that?" I asked.

She eyed me suspiciously for a moment and then stuck out her hand. "I'm Coral. I think it's time you met Tom."

We scurried around the battle and approached a crashed airplane. And then I saw something I didn't expect to see in a dolls death game: a human.