• So me, Carmon, and that Elvina lady had a meeting in her office. The place was giving me the chills, with the walls caked in blood and all. It was black paneling, maroon carpet that was worn down so much it was barley a carpet. In the cornor was a pet bed made of furs, probably that Chimera's bed, and the mahogany desk sat in the middle. On it, photos of young monsters with her. Each was easily recegnizable. There was The Deer of Ice, El Madre de Monstera, and La Princesa.

    I touched one photo, one of a young bull. His eyes glinted with passion, hands scarred from work. Lady Elvira noticed my attention was on the person, so she slammed it face down. "Mr.Hugington, please pay attention! Next time I see your little pig eyes wander, I'll ripe them out with my bare hands!"

    Elvira was not a beautiful woman. She was scaley, had black eyes that were dull and lifless, and her blond hair twisted and turned with a life of it's own. Not to mention her smell! My pops once explained to me that we monsters had auras. Our's were stronger than the humans, so you could SMELL it. He said I smelt like Cinamon that was wrapped up in wood. I never really understood what he ment until I came into contact with Elvina. She smelled like rotting corpses mixed with sugar. Insanley sickley sweet.

    "Do we understand, Hugington?" She snapped. I nodded. Carmon hit my side with her elbow. "Shape up,"she whispered hastliy,"this IS the dean of this place."
    "Does the HUMAN wish to speak?" sneered Elvina, her cub Nebula hissing at Carmon. She sank into her seat, saying nothing. Even if this girl was insane, I had to say something.
    "Look, Lady Elvira. YOu can't treat her like that! She IS an accomplice!"
    "Yes,"she retorted, eyes sharpening to a razor gleam,"but she IS a human! The scum of the world, the ones who bring us to our knees! Why, her father is the head of the MCA, the ones who opress us! If she wasn't his little princess, why I'd kill her myself!" She bared her fangs. Carmon dove deeper into her leather chair, hand tightly gripping her swiss army knife. Elvira hissed and brought out her claws, which were a sickly yellow. She cooled down quickly and retracted them, and pressed a button on a loud speaker.
    "Will agent Moth Fuzz come to my office? I have a special request..."

    She turned back to us. Raising a thin eyebrow, she said in a low, threatining voice,"Like your father, you seem to be a bit of a problem. No matter, free thinker, we will bind you down, break you into peices, and beg for mercy." With her reptilian tail swisheng, she left the office, her little Chimera trailing behind.