Monique Tether

Well, lets start with the beginning title. Well, my stupid ankle used to have really bad problems, and surely enough, I'm now getting the whiplash from it. My ankle feels disconnected from my leg, so I can't really move it. I move it up and down, it goes left and right, and I move it left and right, and it hurts. So, I blame my genetics, and now I have to keep this freakin heavy sock on to keep my foot from acting up, and that sucks because I have to keep it straight, I don't LIKE keeping my ankle straight, cause then I have to slouch, and I don't like slouching cause then my back hurts, then my leg hurts when I try to stay straight and GURRRR!!!!! I HATE BONES!!!!

I'm too young to have freakin ankle problems, especially just because my ankle is being retarded. STUPID ANKLE!!! Plus, keeping it straight makes this muscle in my leg hurt. GOSH, when I have money, I'm just going to get new legs and ankles all together, and I'll keep my bad ones in a closet down stairs and keep them unfed and un-nourished and torment them for all the pain they've put me through. WOW, I have a wild imagination.

Anyway, I've been reading these really awesome books on this site called Fanfic.net , I really like the site, it's super cool. These billions of young authors write about their favorite shows. I'm not awriter, nor a member of the site, but I do enjoy the creative intelligence of these writers.

I'm also a fan of reading about my favorite shows, I'm currently reading one called High School, and I like it a lot, even though I'm only on the 15th chapter.

I admit, I've gotten a little lazy with my reading. When I first found Fanfic, I was reading only about my favorite show, TDI, and I was reading several of the little books and short stories. My favorite so far has been Rings, Intense Therapy, and Up Close and Personal (By far my FAV!!!) and reading the books has gotten me to like and appreciate the show more, even looking at the characters thein a different light. And I'm also pretty good with ignoring the profantiy they just HAD to add.

Then I started reading short stories about my current fav, Fringe, I love that show so freaking much! And the books some of these kids write are awesome!

As I said before, the current one I'm reading is High School.

BTW, If any of ya'll young writers are reading this, THANKS SO MUCH!!! You guys got me to start reading again, I stopped reading since I became all snobby, that I couldn't read because I had to focus on my book.

Reading about every character I love in every show I love makes me urge to write more about how much I love the books, instead of how much I love MY books.

BTW, sorry if I seem like a snob, I admit it, I preferred to talk about my books instead of others books, but now, I want to talk about other books!

Mystic: YO, MO!!! Get this thing on a role, you only have so much stage time!

YOU SHUSH!!! I guess he is right though. We have a show to start! The Mystic Moon Awards Show!!! Introducing your host, Mystic!!!

(Mystic walks onto the stage, a plate of six golden awards are placed in front of him by two Binks on stilts. The audience claps as Mystic gives a smile and poses.)

Mystic: Thank you, thank you very much. I know only a few of you have actually read the last book, based around... (Mystic pauses to take in a breath) Yours Truly... of those of you whom haven't, you're missing out on a lot of action, drama... (Mystic pauses again to flash his coat open a bit) Romance... (The ladies whooo as Mystic pretends to unbutton his shirt) and lots of it ladies. Anyways, I think we all know who deserves the first award, (Mystic holds up one of the awards.) a woman deserves this, not just any woman. A woman whom helped us through this book, through all the writers blocks, through all the tough times, through all the times when I had to turn into a total jerk out of nowhere, the one whom helped me when we stayed up til five in the morning writing, only one person deserves this, please ladies and gentlemen, welcome...

Monique: Thank you! Thank you! Really, Mystic, you shouldn't have! (Monique grabs the award from Mystic's hands.)

Mystic: I didn't. (Mystic grabs the award back.)

Monique: WHAT!!!  **Clears Throat** There must be some mistake, you described me, Mystic.

Mystic: Well, there is no mistake, Monique. Says right here, best Wractress is Amy Anne Shade.

Monique: That AAS!!!

Mystic: Monique! Be proud of her! Amy, Please come onto the stage. (Mystic motions for her to come near.)

Amy walks up the stairs smiling, but a worried look is behind her eyes: Thank you Mystic. (She kisses him lightly on the lips.)

Monique: WHAT WAS THAT!?!?!

Mystic: Monique, hush, Amy has to give her speech. Mystic and Monique stand opposite sides of her and back away slightly, giving her some room.

Amy: Thank you so much everyone, thank you mom, and dad, (Amy waves at them in the audience) thank you Kyle, and Yasmin, and Chance, you pervert. And thank you Jason, my wonderful husband and father to my daughter and son, and thank you Celeste, I know you couldn't be here right now, but I hope you're feeling better soon!

Monique: Okay time's up!

Mystic grabs her arm and gives her a stern glare: Monique, all have you know I'm a meat eater now, and you look like a good first kill.

Monique: Oh, and what was that in the for...

Mystic: SHHH!!! Some people still haven't read the book, stupid! Now let Ammes finish.

Amy: Thank you, Mist. Anyways, everyone I didn't just thank, thank you!

Amy waves the award with a big smile on her face and walks off stage. Mystic walks back to the microphone and opens his mouth to speak, until a girl in the audience shouts.

Girl: TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF, SEXY!!!

Mystic blushes as he wipes his eyes and covers his mouth: Um, that's not... No...

Girl: COME ON, BOY!!! STRUT IT WHILE YOU GOT IT!!!

Mystic: I'm fifty eight years old, I'm not changing any time soon.

Girl: THAN STRUT IT WHILE YOU'RE STILL POPULAR!!!

Mystic thinks about it for a second before he takes off his dresscoat, un-does his tie, and unbuttons his shirt four down: This should keep you quiet. Anyways...

Girl: COME ON!!! WE WANNA SEE THEM ABS!!!

Mystic finally grabs his shirt and rips it off, balls it up, and throws it at the girl: ARE YOU FLUCKING HAPPY NOW?!?!?!

Monique stands speechless, staring.

Girl: Yes.

Mystic grabs his coat and places it over his arms to try and stay at least half appropriate. He leans on the speaker stand in front of him, out of breath from his yelling: Now we go on to the next category, best Wractor. By the way, if you don't know what a wractor or wractress is, it's somebody in the book, a character. Wractor is a boy in the book, and wractress is, well, a girl. Anyways, lets see who the finalists are.

A Screen pops up out of nowhere showing a blue screen with green designs on it, and an award of a golden horse rearing up spins on the screen. Mystic turns to look up, watching as a voice announces the names and shows short clips of them all.

Voice: Jason Cardelias, Cameron Shade, Mystic Moon,

Mystic shows a huge smile as his face appears on screen, his rainbow eyes glimmering in the perfect resolution. He's glad they chose the very best picture of him, Mystic isn't shy of showing off his face.

Voice: and Lex

Mystic cringes, why the crap is Lex up there? Especially RIGHT AFTER Mystic, and they added an AND to his name! Mystic should have been the AND, he's too special not to be separated from the crowd. Mystic only wished that he himself won, so he turned around as the screen went dark, light shining on him once again. His face a bit distressed at the sight of Lex being up there.

Mystic leaned on the speaker stand and motioned for the Binks to come back with the envelope holding the winner. Mystic snatched it from their hands and they fell back, grabbing each other to try and catch each other from falling.

Mystic dug his thumb nail into the tip of the envelope and ripped across it, giving himself a paper cut. He looked down as blood began pouring down his arm, and began to panic, he knew Dawna was going to be after him, bad enough she had a crush on him. He placed his thumb into his mouth, looking like a baby, he just hoped no white blood would come early too try and heal the wound.

Monique: Mystic, are you alright?

Mystic made a pop as his hand went back down beside his pocket: Uh, yeah. Anyways, let's see who the winner is, shall we?

He lifted the flap and grabbed the name card. His eyes scanning as he looked for his name. The card read:

And the winner is,

Lex!

Mystic took a deep breath: And the winner is Lex!

He smiled, even though he didn't want to. Lex walked onto stage, his face still covered by his deep black hair, but Mystic noticed something new about him. He had eyes, light blue eyes, he must have had that surgery he wanted. And his hands were so, perfect, no longer feather coated. The girls swooned at him, and whoo'd, even more than they did when it was Mystic's turn on stage. He felt jealous, then noticed his thumb had begun spawning the white blood, so he got an idea. He went up to Lex, and gave him a hug, wiping his thumb on his back.

Mystic: Congrats, kid.

Mystic patted his back, and then turned over, placing his thumb in his mouth again to try and mask any white blood scent. He walked a few steps away, just behind Lex as he grabbed the award that showed his name in gold. Lex smiled gratefully, and actually kissed the tip of the statue, a tear rolling down his cheek hit the eye of the stallion that the statue represented.

Lex: I'd like to thank my good friends, the Experiments, Eli, Birdie, Connie, Love, and Meye. Also Malichi, you were there for me all those years, and you helped me escape. And Charlie, you may have been just a little hog, but you were a good friend, and boy were you tasty... (half of the audience laughs, the other have gasps) Just kidding, No, I'd never eat my buddy. Anyways, I also thank my healer, or as some would call her a doctor, but she helped me, she gave me these gorgeous new hands, I never felt anything before that, incident, and now, but really, she gave me the ability to see without burning people to bits, I thank you, Linda. Thank you everyone else, and, I hope you enjoy the rest of the show!

Lex walked off stage, Mystic furious with him: That son of a birch tree didn't even mention that I cut his eyes out so he wouldn't burn people up and gave him a slit in his mouth so he could talk again! That, That, That stupid Ba...

Monique: Mystic? You alright?

Mystic: Yes, just, thinking. Anyway, lets see the next category...

Lex: AAAAGH!!! GET HER OFF MEEE!!!

Mystic chuckles a bit secretly: Alright then, next category is, Best Action Scene Winner throughout the series! Luckily, these all include me, so I get the award anyways.

Mystic turned around and looked up at the screen. Immediately, he saw his horse version beating the crap out of Tyran. The scenes didn't even need an introduction, but there was one anyway, with the winner's name announced before their competitor.

Voice: Mystic and Tyran, Sophia and Dawna

Mystic: Sophia and Dawna? They weren't even IN the series until the movie! Gosh, stupid voters don't wanna stick to the freaking books!

Voice: Destiny and Kyle

Mystic: Destiny and Kyle? That wasn't action! No one won!

Voice: And Kyle and Mystic!

Mystic: KYLE DID NOT BEAT ME!!! I KICKED THAT WIMP'S SORRY LITTLE...

Monique: And the winner is! (Monique motions for Mystic to grab the envelope.)

Mystic: Yes, the winner... (Mystic again grabs the envelope and rips it open, slicing his entire hand this time.) GAA!!! (Mystic grabs his hand, blood pours down onto the stage)

Monique: Oh my, Mystic!

Mystic grabs the envelope with a bloody hand and takes the card out with the other:

And the winner is,

Destiny!

Mystic slams his teeth so hard that he accidentally bit his inner lip, slicing a good chunk off. He ignores the pain and crunches the paper in his bloody hand and throws it on the floor. He waves his hand out, and announces Destiny onto the stage. She runs up, Trent following close behind. Mystic notices she had cut her hair short, around neck length. A new look for Destiny since she had never cut her hair since she was born, and now its so short!

Destiny grabs the award, a bit microphone shy, she runs back to her seat as soon as she can.

Mystic smiles and waves her off. He looked down, only three awards left, one of them should be his.

So, he just read the next category, best New Character. Mystic cursed under his breath, he was most certain he was NOT in the category. Mystic thought for a moment now, there is a fifty fifty chance here now, there's only two awards, if one of them isn't for him, he was going to rip the stadium down. But of course, its all the audience's votes, and contendors can't vote for themselves. Once the votes are in, a computer send the info throughout the stadium, the winners name is then engraved on one of the trophies via a little engraver machine that pops up, and is then sent to a machine were an envelope is encased around the card with the winners name. And that's how the awards work. So if he could work the audience, he could get an award.

Mystic: Lets look at the contenders for best new character.

Mystic motioned towards the screen, turning towards it, he looked up, noticing Lex immediately. He can't be nominated twice, can he? He's already won once! Either way, he continued watching.

Voice: Jassy and Miles!

Mystic: They can't possibly be putting them both into one category! They are separate people!

Voice: And Malichi!

Mystic: Please Please Please don't bring that dragon onto stage! First time I met him he licked me to death!

The binks walked on over holding a envelope, they throw it at Mystic's face, and run off, Mystic staring in their direction. He crushed up the envelope to prevent it from cutting him, he was really sick of two things today, not winning, and being abused by paper. He ripped the top off, almost sending a spark of fire to the floor. He checked his hand, no blood, non that was fresh anyway.

He looked down at the letters that seemed to dance, probably from his extreme loss of blood, making him dizzy.

And the winner is,

Malichi!

Mystic cursed a bit louder now, people could hear him, and began whispering things to each other: I can't believe he just said the F word on live TV, they don't have a profanity filter! That dirty man!

Mystic cursed again in his mind, this time at the fact that people heard him curse, and his perfect streak of Curselessness was over.

He suddenly felt less attractive.

Mystic: Malichi! Take the mic!

He looked up, and motioned for Malichi to come down from his nest above the stadium. He flew down like a huge bird, though he was a huge bird, and grabbed the award. He then took a turn around, and landed inches away from the microphone.

Malichi: Hello! Everyone! I was told I have a very annoying voice, so I got it fixed with a bit of help from an accent tutor!

Mystic did notice his voice was slightly less, annoying, but he still had a very high voice, nonetheless.

Malichi: Anyways, thank you all for this wonderful gift, I want to thank Vanessa, and Angel, and Eli, and Birdie, and Charlie, and Meye, and Connie, and my wonderful sister, Love, I love you Love, and love you all! GOOD NIGHT LAS VEGAS!!!

And with that, Malichi flew back up to his special V.I.D.T. Seat, Very Important Dragon Thing.

Mystic looked down at the next category, and his heart jumped abit, his confidence built up slightly, and a smile overtook his face.

Mystic: Lets see who's in the Sexiest Character category!

Mystic looked up, assured his face would be there. Heck, his face should be in all four corners of the screen, and that's what he pictured. He'd act all surprised, and grab the award with his name on it. Give the longest speech ever, and then go out to a party, then he'd get home at five in the morning, and place his award right above his bed.

Mystic's eyes widened, and a major curse escaped his lips, he shouted it loud as Lex's face popped up.

Voice: Lex!

Mystic was fine, though he wanted to be first, and second, and third, and maybe last too. Either way he tried to ignore that fact he wasn't first, and he continued watching.

Voice: Jason Cardelias!

Mystic shook his head: Jason? JASON??? Over ME??? Humpf, just wait Mystic, you'll win this category, buddy.

Voice: Vanessa!

Mystic growled a bit, not because he agreed that she was hot, but because he wanted his face to be where hers is.

Vocie: And last but not least, Mystic!

Mystic gave a sigh of relief. He had to trust his ladies to vote on him now, so he turned, and before they had time to lock in their votes, Mystic gave a sexy little look, and began taking his coat off.

Mystic: Darn, is it hot in here, or is it just me?

Mystic threw his coat to the side, and rubbed his hands through his hair. He leaned on the speaker stand, and looked around at the ladies, non of them were paying attention to him. He wondered how he could convince them to come back. He was getting mighty tired of not being noticed. Even though his other “Use-2-B” fans didn't pay him a cent of attention, he could always trust two girls to vote for him every time, Monique and that girl whom is now rubbing his shirt on her face. But still, two against thirty thousand is not going to make a difference.

Mystic awaited the envelope, and this time, gently took it from the beaten up bink's little paws. He gently opened it, looking around to see everyone in the audience, seeing if there was anyone giving him a “Don't worry, I voted for you!” smile. He didn't see one, and turned down to reveal Lex's name yet again. Trying to keep his cool, he handed the card to Monique.

Mystic: I've gotta go, do something, really quick.

Monique: Okay, you want me to announce?

Mystic: Yeah, I'll be back not before long.

Monique wasn't sure what that meant, but she went up to the stand and put on a big smile. Mystic stormed off into the curtains and to the backstage.

Monique: Please welcome ladies and gentlemen, LEX!!!

Lex ran onto stage, his lady fans dropping before him, mostly teenagers, but some adults were swooning too.

Lex: Wow, I can't believe I get two awards! This is so, pleasant!

Suddenly, you could hear Mystic, kicking things, breaking things, and smashing things. He came back out, covered in sweat, or water, he probably broke a water pipe or something.

Mystic: I'm good now. And, a tad cold.

Mystic picked up his jacket and covered himself up, and stayed in the corner of the stage, eying Lex every now and then, trying to see what he'll say.

Mystic: Choose your words wisely, boy. They may be the last ones you speak.

Lex: I can't really take up anymore stage time, we've still got one category left! So, thank you everyone, and have a good night!

Mystic walked back over to the speaker stand, and leaned on it with both arms crossed: Last Category. God let me win.

He looked down, and his face frowned yet again, but he didn't curse, because he already knew who would win.

Mystic: Best Singers Category!

Mystic turned around, he wanted his friend Amy to win this one, but he already knew it'd be someone else.

Voice: Animal Lover!

A picture of her blue shelled hermit crab appeared, her face next to it.

Voice: The Zip Hound Dogz!

A photo of six emo dudes appeared. Mystic guessed they must be singing for the movie.

Voice: Alicia Hill!

An Avatar of an animated Alicia appeared.

Voice: And Amy Shade!

A gorgeous picture of Amy, in a blue gown appeared. This was the young, sk8er girl Amy, and sure enough, she had her skateboard in her hand.

Mystic turned back to the stage, awaiting the results. A tear fell from his eye, at least he was nominated a few times. But he felt awful crappy, he wanted to win, and prove that he still had something, but maybe he didn't.

Mystic: Oh well.

He grabbed the envelope, a teardrop falling onto it, helping it become soft, and less dangerous, as he tore it open.

He looked down, and read happily,

Congradulations, Animal Lover! Give your speech in the comments!

After Animal Lover's speech she walked happily off stage, holding her award high. Mystic was proud though, at least he was right about something tonight.

Monique came up and gave Mystic a big hug, and a small kiss on the cheek.

Monique: You're a winner to me.

Mystic smiled a bit, but still drooped his head as he almost walked off stage. Then a voice caught him. A light, soft voice.

Celeste: Babe, where are you going?

Mystic quickly turned, she was holding a dark blue award in her hands. The horse on the statue had glowing gold eyes, it was unlike all the others. Mystic came running to Celeste and kissed her softly. He took the award, and cried at the plaque.

To the Sexiest, Most Characteristic, and Mystical of all. Mystic Moon

Then a small epigraph in the side,

(But not the best singer)

Mystic laughed and hugged Celeste, and he went up and gave his speech.

Mystic: I just wanna say that I love everyone here, and I have the worst temper in the world. I'm sorry I cursed, and I'm very happy I have two of the best trophies ever, this one, and my beloved Celeste.

Mystic planted a kiss on her lips, and then turned back to the audience.

Mystic: GOOD NIGHT CHAROLETTE!!!

The End

Are you guys happy with it? I very much liked it, and I thought of maybe starting a series of short little nothings here and there. Rate with stars, **** AKA, for less computeristic persons, Push the big button that says SHIFT and sometimes has an ARROW POINTING UP, its on the left of the Z key, and the number 8 at the same time. Anyways, Rate with stars, or just leave a review. BTW, all you guys won the BEST FRIEND category, so just drop your speech in the comments!