Before Ander can say anything, something else rams into him and he goes flying off of me. Janus, who currently has paws for hands, because apparently, he can do that now, tumbles across the room on top of Ander, who, unless I'm mistaken, hisses at him. I try to get up, but the closest I get is just rolling onto my side. When I fell, I must have hit my head harder than I thought, because my vision is blurred, and all I can see of the fight are two blobs rolling over each other.
The two blobs roll their way over to me, and I can make out a bit more. Janus is hissing and scratching like he's a devil cat, which, he very well might be, and Ander is fighting disturbingly like how I imagine a Tasmanian devil would. Ander seems to be trying to get to me, but I have a feeling it isn't for something good.
"Janus! Don't hurt him!"
Ander punches Janus in the gut, and he grunts. "I can't! Besides, that's not Ander!"
He's cut off by Not Ander lifting him up and throwing him like a ragdoll. Then, Not Ander comes for me again. I try to crawl away but end up just falling on my face.
"So what were you saying about that not being Ander?"
Janus unhelpfully doesn't respond. He probably unhelpfully passed out or something. Thanks, you stupid, useless cat.
I lift my head and find myself face to face with Not Ander, who is crouched in front of me and smiling in a very un-Ander way.
Not Ander lifts me by the back of my shirt, which, by the laws of physics, should be just as impossible as lifting someone by the neck, but I guess that Not Ander doesn't follow the laws of physics. Fantastic. Wish I could break the laws of physics.
Instead of saying something, like I imagine most villains would at this point, he just hisses in my face.
"Why'd you hiss?"
Not Ander frowns and slams me to the floor. And hisses again. Of course.
"Would you stop with the hissing? It's getting spit everywhere. Also, not throwing people would be nice, too. Like, why would you throw Janus? He's too adorable to be thrown everywhere."
It hisses again. Can Not Ander not talk or something? Jeez, it's really getting on my nerves.
"That hissing is annoying. Knock it off."
Not Ander slams my face into the ground, and I do my best not to show how much that hurt. I figure, if I can get him angry enough, he'll make a mistake. Of course, I might just be signing my own death warrant, but whatever.
"I thought I told you to stop throwing people. That includes slamming them into things. It's rude."
Again, he hisses. What is wrong with this guy? Is he a snake in disguise?
"Look, how about we just have a nice chat about why you look like my boyfriend, ok? Then, once we get that sorted out, I can, I don't know, kill you or something? But I'm sort of on a schedule here, so..."
Apparently, it didn't like something I said, because this time, it chucks me just like it did to Janus. I have the sense to protect my head with my hands, but it still hurts. A lot.
"Ok, so not really up for the whole talking thing then. How about we skip to fighting?"
Which would be great, except for the fact that I can't stand right now.
You know, you could always ask for my help.
Hestia! Got to admit, this is literally the first time I'm actually glad to hear you.

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Phantom Moon (Nora's part)
FantasyNora is enemies with her own family. It's been that way for a while, but not like this. Now, they want her dead. Not to mention that ever since the Board killed the rest of Ander's family, he's been randomly going crazy and killing people. Nora does...