by Easter Bunny
Three newbies were huddled in their room, afraid to go anywhere. Just
about everyone had disappeared from campus, and it was just plain eerie.
They were afraid to use any appliances for fear of electrocution, eat or
drink anything for fear of poisoning, even showering for fear of
slipping and getting a conk on the noggin. So not only were they afraid,
but also a little gamey. Needless to say, the tension was mounting.
“I have got to eat something,” Circe groaned. “I can’t keep up
my strength like this.”
“Me too. It’s just not right that the Harbinger would leave us to
suffer this way,” said Maigrey. “I think he left us for near the end
“Of course he did,” Yvenna said. “He wanted to make us sweat.
It’s his job.”
“Well, I’m done fasting. We’ll die of starvation anyway, so I
might as well enjoy a bite and risk the poisoning.” Circe went to the
“I’ll have one of everything,” called Yvenna.
“Make mine double!” said Maigrey. “What do you have to drink?”
“I’ve got some cider but it’s gone hard,” said Circe, pouring it
down the drain. “That leaves grape juice and half a bottle of skunky
“Ew. Grape juice please.”
Circe poured them all some juice and put a plate of Pizza Rolls in the
microwave. “Here’s to us,” she said. “And to a hopefully
They lifted their cups, and then froze in fear. Each saw an X emblazoned
on her cup in ghostly blood.
“Do you see that?” whispered Maigrey.
“Yes,” said Yvenna. Circe nodded also. But what they did not know
was that each amazon saw only the X on her own cup, not the others’.
They looked at each other, eyes narrowing as the same plot formed in
“Oh my goodness, what was that sound?” exclaimed Circe. Yvenna and
Maigrey jumped and turned, and Circe switched cups with Yvenna.
“I don’t know!” said Yvenna, who hadn’t heard anything, but
decided to use the moment to her advantage. “But I think it moved over
there!” As the others looked that direction, she switched cups with
Maigrey still didn’t hear anything, but also seized the opportunity.
“Ack! Behind the window!” she pointed, and replaced her cup with
In the moment that followed, the three amazons looked around the room
and at each other. In their fear, desperation and hunger, they plotted
against each other’s lives.
“Weren’t we about to toast?” asked Maigrey, smiling sweetly.
“Indeed,” said Yvenna, and lifted her cup. They drank the juice
down, each satisfied that she had dodged the poisonous bullet. But in a
moment they all grabbed their throats, and a cloaked figure shimmered
“Tasteless and odorless,” he said. “I love iocane powder.”
“Yes. They were ALL poisoned.”
THUNK. The three newbies fell over dead. EB chuckled. The Princess Bride
was, after all, one of his favorite flicks.
Feonix was lonely. Everybody was dead. Bummer. What to do? He sniffled,
and realized he wasn’t feeling so well. Cold and flu season was
coming, after all, so perhaps some orange juice would help.
He squeezed dozens of oranges to get a nice big pitcher full of juice
and pulp. Looking around, he remembered there wasn’t anybody to see
him goofing off, so he took one of the orange peels and stuck it in his
mouth, so that when he opened his lips all you could see was orange
peel. Feonix giggled (it was a muted giggle) and looked at himself in
“Blah!” he said, or tried to say, and chased around the room after
an invisible friend. Ow…his chest hurt all of a sudden, and his left
arm went numb. He tried to gasp for air, but the orange peel was in the
way. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway. His heart stopped, and poor
Feonix keeled over on the spot. The silhouette logo of “The
Godfather” lay next to his body.
November 01 2000