Chapter 2: Dashing Through The Halls With an Ice Cream Cone in Hand

Dashing through the corridors, jumping off of the banisters, and gliding down the railings on either side of the grand staircases, the child ran through the great castle, trying to escape Lord Sirius. Turning around behind him, he saw no one chasing, However, still on the fringe of desperation and paranoia, the child continued to run as fast as he could to a location that would be so far away that no one would be able to find him.

Knights, mages, men in long coats, samurai with long swords, and assassins with short daggers, all passed by as he scurried through the halls. None of them seemed to care or even notice his presence, as if a child running through the castle in such a nonchalant way was to be considered the normal thing.

Making his way to the other side of the castle, the child saw a sign that said "Armory" with big iron doors.

"I bet there are plenty of places to hide there," he thought as he squeezed through the doors.

Gliding through the aisles of knights' armor and various weaponry, the child jumped into the suit of a bronze knight, hiding inside the chest plate. He looked left and right, anticipating someone, anyone, to find him or at least come into the building, but he heard not even a single footstep. After a few minutes, he let out a deep sigh, relieved that no one had discovered his hiding place.

"Phew," the child said, wiping his head.

"Yes, I agree," a voice said beside him. "I would say you have only a "few" minutes left to live!"

Turning to his right, the child saw that another suit of armor right beside him was staring right back at him with a blank expression. The knight peeled back its heavy-clad helmet and revealed the foe he had been trying to escape. Lord Sirius stared back at him with a menacing glare, ready to destroy him.

"How?" the little boy shrieked. "I didn't even hear you move."

"I move faster than the speed of sound, you little insect!" Lord Sirius grumbled.

Jumping out of the cloud armor, the child once again scurried across the room, looking for another place to hide. As he ran through the main hallway once again, he saw the same familiar faces of assassins and samurai. As he saw Lord Sirius trailing behind him, they grabbed their weapons anxiously, ready to capture the child.

"Bring me the boy! Alive!" he ordered his henchmen.

Running down the hall with now over 200 men, assassins, and samurai behind them, the little boy screamed and cried. As he paced up and down the halls, a trail of tears left his eyes like a river of flowing water enveloping the enemies behind him. Just as he was about to give up all hope, he saw a sign that said "Women's Bathroom" in the distance.

"Perfect, they can't get me in there!" the child said gleefully.

Scurrying into the room, he slammed the door behind him and ran into one of the stalls in the corner.

"Oh, what's wrong, honey?" a voice called from outside his stall.

"There are bad men trying to get me, I want my mommy," the child cried.

"Oh, poor baby," the woman said. "I can be your mommy. Do you want mommy to get you something nice to eat? Maybe an ice cream?"

"Yes, please," the child replied, rubbing his hands together.

Just as the child was about to let out a sigh, an ear-piercing sound of a rugged motor grinding against the stall he was sitting in filled the air.

"What the..." he said, trying to figure out what was going on.

Sparks flew across the top of his stall as a giant chainsaw began to cut across the door to his stall. Madeline the maid was on the other side of the door, and with a furious burning in her eyes so strong that the chainsaw began to grow flames on either side of its teeth.

"Stupid kid," Madeline growled. "Because of you, I have to make cookies and brownies for the next month! Do you know how expensive eggs are in the current market?"

"AHHHHH!" the child cried, running out of the bathroom.

"I knew he wouldn't last in there very long," Sirius said as he was waiting outside the bathroom. "Now let's get him!"

The child, with nowhere else to run, ran straight out of the front gate of the castle with maids, servants and even the box of tissues joining the hunt! With now over 600 people all behind him he ran as they screamed absurdities at him.

"Screw you, kid!"

"How dare you not share that ice cream!"

"Why am I still a box of tissues?"

"ACCCHOOOO!!!" A man said sneezing into him "My Hero!" The man said wiping his nose

"THAT'S DISGUSTING!!!"

As the child neared the gate, his back was against the wall as all 600 people on the side of the castle right now outside circled around him.

"Sh*t," the kid said.

"You're way too young to swear, young man, but not too young to die," Madeline said, ripping the edges of her chainsaw.

"Wait," the child said. "Before you kill me, wouldn't you like to know where I got this?"

With a snap of his fingers, the child made an ice cream cone once again appear in the palm of his hand. He held it out in front of the crowd like it was an ancient jewel as they all began to drool.

"Impossible!" Lord Sirius said. "You can create ice cream!"

"Not exactly," the boy said. "But I have the power to switch the locations of things, no matter how far the distance. In other words, this ice cream really does exist somewhere out there."

"Lord Sirius," Madeline said, "This boy, he has the same power as you. How is this possible?"

Lord Sirius began to scratch his chin, carefully examining the boy. He didn't have his red and white hair, but instead, a jet-black hair and blue eyes, but there was something about the child that seemed familiar.

"Now's my chance!" The child said, throwing the ice cream in the air.

"You monster!" Sirius yelled, jumping and trying to catch the ice cream.

Poof!

The child disappeared in a cloud of black smoke, and within a few moments, he was gone without a trace.

"How did he escape?"

"How does he have the same power as Lord Sirius?"

"Lord Sirius..."

Madeline turned to the King to see him sitting on the ground, licking the ice cream cone like he was the child himself. With his eyes closed and his head rolled back, his long tongue lurched around the cone, licking and slurping the top of it.

After a few moments, he had devoured the entire cone and had a look of satisfaction that very few things could rival.

"EHEM" Sirius said, dabbing his mouth with a napkin. "The child, for the time being, has repented for his ways. I will have him caught and interrogated as to the location of these very precious materials, but for now, there are more important matters to attend to. Gather me now, my Bishops!" he cried.

With a snap of his fingers, all 600 of his men disappeared back into the castle as if they had never been there, and in their place, seven powerful entities in cloaks gathered around him, ready to hear his command.

"We are here, Lord Sirius," they said in unison.

"Excellent!" Sirius said. "We have very serious matters to attend to. Let us gather in the eye of the skeleton head That sits on top of Mountain that sits on top of the city that sits on top of the mountain!"

"Sir... you could just say the eye of the skeleton head... you didn't have to include all the rest" One of his men chimed

"But I didn't that's all I said.... what a minute! Curse you damned Narrator! Are you over narrating again!" Lord Sirius boomed

"Please Lord Sirius have Mer-"

BOOOOOOOOOM!

"The Narrator was bombarded with a bolt of lightning and after recovering from 10,000 volt shock, he CAREFULLY, and ACCURATELY observed that Sirius and his men were gone."(Narrator)