Editing Camping Trip (Warhammer High) (section)

=='''Chapter Two: It Begins'''==

That night, as the Daughters slept, there were plots afoot already, and not even on the part of the Alpha Twins. The first of these was to ship a whole herd of grox to the planet (don't ask me what planet, because even I don't know- Khor'neth), and have them stampede towards the campsite. You heard me right. A grox stampede. I know what you're thinking- they would all get crushed and their property flattened! NO, actually. Grox, it turns out, having been lobotomised before being farmed, have virtually no cranial capacity, so anything startling like the screaming of 'WHAT THE FUCKING SHITBISCUITS IS THAT NOISE?!' on Furia's part or the flicking on of lights on the part of most of the other daughters will startle them greatly, causing one of two things. Either a) the grox rears up in fear before running away or b) they radically change direction away from the campsite. Nevertheless, some grox charged right between the tents before passing on and away. The Daughters are superhuman in their own right, but in the dead of night, with no light to see what's charging around, it's pretty scary. The Daughters actually ended up leaving their own tents and scrambling for the tents of Remilia and Petra, as they were the fortified ones. Whilst all the Daughters managed to get into the two tents safely, the most bizarre development of the night was what happened to the owners themselves- both Remilia and Petra had heard the commotion, looked out of their flaps and seen the charging herd. Fearing for their lives, each, in a panic, ran into the other's tent, as they considered it was better fortified than her own. This, as you might imagine, caused much hilarity when the whole episode was over, though not on the part of those two. The situation was turning out like father, like daughter. 

'Remilia Dorn, what is the meaning of this?!' Petra screamed, face Mechanicum-red in anger.
'I could ask you the same thing, Petra!' Remilia screamed back.
The situation was escalating quickly. Roberta and Victoria attempted to stop the two quarrelling sisters, only to find them shove them aside and onto the ground in their fury. Clearly this was going to turn into a catfight, unless somebody did something to stop them, which none of the Daughters could, partly out of awe for the two, but Remilia particularly, as she'd never been seen this angry before. Even Furia resisted going any closer, kicking both the Alpha Twins when they attempted to do so.

When those two met, it was fists, nails and feet flying as the two laid into each other, slamming each other onto the floor or into other tents. Notable moments from that encounter were Remilia throwing Petra into Furia's tent, only for Petra to return with a flying kick, sending Remilia into Lyra's tent. Petra went on to pull Remilia's hair, only for her to reply with a natural elbow to the stomach (c'mon, admit it, you've seen that whenever someone's in something to do with the head). Remilia's straight punch to the face was met with a kick to the jaw, and Petra recieved a foot in the nether region when she punched Remilia in the stomach. The fight ended with both girls rolling around on the floor trying to pin the other, tangled up in a mess of hair, hands and feet, before both rolled into Petra's trench and collapsed with exhaustion at the same moment, almost as if someone had flicked a switch and stopped the fight.

'Should we get them out and clean them up?' Farah asked.
'Nah', Angela replied, 'they've come this far,let them work out what there is left on their own.'
'I dunno though...' Venus mumbled, though she left with the others.
The two did eventually pick themselves up after most of the Daughters had left, muddied and bloodied. They shared a look. To the casual observer, it would appear no more than a cursory glance, but to them, it spoke volumes. In particular, Petra's look had a tone of respect that Remilia had never seen before.

Victoria was in the plunge pool of a waterfall near the camping site (I DID mention they were on a Paradise World, did I not?), washing herself and generally minding her own business, when she saw Furia slide into the pool a short distance away. Two emotions churned around inside her- her feeling of stylish superiority over the daughter of Angron, and fear- Victoria well knew of her cousin's combat prowess, and of her dislike for her, though the feeling was mutual, really. Victoria's fear increased as Furia came closer. Angron's daughter usually kept her distance like Victoria was radioactive. This suited Victoria fine, but Furia was a tad too close for comfort right now. 
'Is this it? My death?' Victoria asked as Furia continued to advance.
Furia said nothing, just continued to come closer, before slipping into the falls with her cousin. Victoria was more than a little confused by this- usually Furia would have thrown abuse or a fist by now.
'Furia? What is up with you?' Victoria asked, her bewilderment clear. That got a response- Furia grabbed her with one hand, pulling her closer whilst growling at her. 
'I'm ''FINE'', Victoria. Just ''FINE''.' Furia snarled before pushing her cousin away violently.
Victoria's curiosity, if it hadn't been aroused before, was very much active now. Furia wasn't usually this- placid. Something was wrong, and Victoria, against her better instincts, made a silent resolution to find out just what was wrong.


It was when Victoria had left the plunge pool that she started to investigate, heading straight back to the campsite where they had pitched their tents. The only ones around were Kelly and Cora, but they weren't about to start looking for their cousins in the morning- Kelly in particular was not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. Victoria looked around and found the blue-and-white tent with the World Eaters heraldry on it. Summoning her courage (which is more than you think), Victoria pushed the tent flap aside and went in. If Furia was to find her in here, she thought, she'd be lucky to escape at all. However, Furia was less subtle than a primed cyclonic warhead, so if she was coming, Victoria would hear her before Furia got anywhere near the campsite and be out of that tent like a shot.

Just as Victoria expected, Furia's tent was a mess- you name it, it was strewn around the tent like a tornado had come in. In a way, Victoria thought, it had. She had no idea what she was looking for, just something to explain her cousin's mood. As she sifted through camping mugs, parachute cord and various bladed weapons (as World Eaters tend to carry), she happened upon a small journal with the World Eaters crest on the cover, but the scrawls across the cover said it was much more than a notebook, as it appeared. That, and the ECKSBAWKS FUCKHUEG padlock on it. Fortunately, Victoria was a little more skilled in certain skills than she let on, such as the picking of locks. It was child's play to get the lock off and open it up. Victoria trawled through pages of angry scribbling and scrawling before she got to a part that was actually legible. Now she had something! Furia's diary was actually a lot more complex than one who only saw her in passing would believe, like you or I, it contained a LOT more than tirades about school and derogatory comments about her cousins. In fact, quite out of character, she did say some positive things in there. Victoria's eyes were drawn towards an entry entitled 'Some fucking March day... gah, who fucking cares... and quickly skimmed the entry for any names. That entry was a goldmine. There was one passage that caught her attention. What it said was 'As for my other cousins, I'm not sure what to think anymore. I'm still angry- I always am, but I'm noticing that I'm not as angry as usual when they're around. Why it is, I've got no fucking clue. Maybe Gramps can help me out? I fucking hope so. This is definitely weird, and I don't like it. Still, I can't exactly complain either. I'm starting to think of my cousins as people I should actually care about, even that wimp Faith and the school slut Victoria, wimpy as she is. Maybe I should try and bond with them over this upcoming trip? I've got no fucking clue.'

To say Victoria was surprised would have been putting it mildly. Up until now, she'd only ever thought of Furia as being a raging, tearaway teen, rough and rude and not someone to mix with. Emotions began to churn around inside her, but she had little option to examine them and return them to her normal state of perfect karmic balance as a crashing sound began to carry to her ears. Furia was coming back, that was now obvious. 

Fear seized a hold of Victoria. If Furia was to catch her in here, she would be unlikely to escape unharmed or possibly alive, depending on how Furia was feeling. Quickly, she shut and locked the diary, and hastily threw it into the pile of stuff, and began looking for a way to slip out unseen. With any luck, Furia wasn't keeping track of what was where, so if her stuff had been moved, she wouldn't be able to tell the difference. Fortunately, Victoria was able to slip out of a small hole at the back just as Furia approached the front of her tent. She managed to get back to her own tent in time, but she knew she'd been discovered when a roar tore through the air. 

''''WHO THE FUUUUUUCK WAS IN MY TENT?!!'''' Furia screamed. ''''I KNOW YOU WERE IN HERE! COME OUT, YOU SNEAK-THIEF, AND DIE LIKE A WOMAN!''''

Clearly Victoria had not been sneaky enough.