Anhur?!" Ephus yelled.A huge whoosh of power alerted Ephus to the approach of Anhur. On Ephus other side, a tall male appeared, a headdress of ostrich...feathers, a spear in his hand."Brother," Anhur said a look of confusion on his face. "Is all well? I had thought you would have been gone far longer than this." No, I am afraid not. I have seemed to have lost some of my control. My anger at the Norse god Odin, has me in need of ridding myself of that anger. The thing is I know that this will. It's me."I felt like such a jerk when I heard the nervousness in his voice.Since our parents had sat down with me to tell me about the changesthat were going to happen this summer, and especially after I'd beenmoved into my own room, I'd been avoiding talking to my littlebrother. It didn't look like I'd be able to avoid him any more. "Comeon up, Brian."I realized I was in my underwear as the door creaked open, found apair of sweat pants in the pile of clothes next to my bed and quicklyslipped. The weirdest part was that one of the “villains,” the girl named Sandy, was admittedly one of the most attractive girls in the cast. The main, “Patty”, character wasn’t bad-looking, either, but I preferred curls at least a little over straight hair. The ominous music at least wasn’t half-bad, giving a real feeling of dread and fucking with one’s emotions, but damn if it wasn’t horribly acted, scripted, and everything else.When you can predict that the heroine’s gonna get her head chopped off on. "W-Wait, what's happening to my tits? Wait, tits?" Greg blinked as hestarted to emerge from his haze."Calm down, sweetie. That's right, your tits."Greg was hardly reassured, a sneer forming on his cuter face. "What haveyou done to us, you bitch!?" What was it you said? Something about just needing a nice pair of titsand a pretty smile?" The witch tried to mimic Greg, but quickly droppedit. "Talking about girls as bimbos, as objects? Please. You asked forthis." I'll fucking destroy you, stupid.