It HURTS!
Summary: "A Gothic girl falls into Middle earth and meets up with the hobbits on there way to Rivendell. She leaves before they makeit to rivendell. Only to meet up with the fellowship later on. Lego romance" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!! *sob*

Story Or Series Title: The Dark Rider
Fandom: Lord of the Rings.
Culprit Author's Name: Gaya gwath

Full Name (plus titles if any): Christa Hoppus
Full Species(es): A three-way cross between Rebellius stupidificum gothica, Mulier badasstica pseudofeminista, and Mulier bitchia
Description: The figure was obviously female, judging by the full, yet slim figure that it possessed. This female wore short black shorts, with tall lace up, knee high black boots. As a top she wore a 'keep staring I might do a trick' T- shirt that showed off her belly ring. Her nails were painted black, as were her lips. Her pointed ears were periced around the tip. It had hurt like hell, but she thought it was worth it. When she was younger she though that her pointed ears were strange and horrible, but now she really didn't care. The just gave her more room to place earrings. She also adorned pitch-black mascara, but today she left out the drip effect. Why? She really didn't know, not that it mattered. Anyway, she also had very unusual hair. It was a midnight black color naturally, but she dyed the ends of it a blood red. Even though her appearance clearly stated 'Goth' it was her facial expression that put the icing on the cake. It was blank, even when admitting the most potent of threats. She was a rock, one that none could scale, she was tough never showing emotion, and for this she was proud.
*STABSTABSTABSTABSTABSTABSTABSTABSTABSTABSTABSTABSTABSTABSTABSTAB!!!!!*

Annoying Origin: Irritating poser goth high school moron.
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: Read the summary and guess.
Annoying Special Abilities: "by the time she was 14 she was a black belt in karate, and a red belt in gentsu. She also enrolled in a private fencing class. She soon excelled in that too"...can we see where this is leading? Fencing != Sword Fighting. Evidently her nose bleeds when trouble is near. *slaps author for being so lame*
Other Annoying Traits: bitchy to everyone and anyone for no reason other than she seems to think it makes her seem aloof, weird, and 'more goth'.
Rage Inducing Traits: "I was diagnosed with bipolar disease. So now at least I have a reason for my actions" *slaps the author yet again.*

Please include a small sample of the worst of this story:

*cackle*


"Christa, I know your new here, but your going to have to try to pay attention." Said the middle age math teacher, Mr. Shottes. 'What is this guy. stupid. dose he really think that will work?'

"Mr. Shottes, if you really want my undivided attention why don't you try teaching something of interest?" As soon as those words left her mouth the whole class looked at me in astonishment.

"I have never been spoken to in that manner before, you might be from New York, but that gives you no reason to behave in this manner.I think I deserve an apology."

"Umm.dude, I toned it down.If we were in New York I would have cussed you out an given you the finger. So you should be thanking me." At the class broke out in applause

"THAT'S IT YOU CAN EITHER APOLOGISE OR YOU CAN LEAVE" Mr. Shottes screamed in a most feminine fashion, and she didn't hesitate to comment.

"You know that you sound like girl when you do that, right?" Christa stated in a perfectly calm voice and facial expression that she had kept through out the entire conversation. Meanwhile gathering her books together. "See ya later" She stated as she walked out the door, and heard the class erupted into cheers behind her.

As she walked down the hallway to her looker she was beaming. She was damn proud of herself. That teacher was a fruit. She walked to her looker and opened it, pulled out her backpack and walked out the door. Once out side she took a right, trying to recreate her way home 'or just around, I don't really want to go home'




"What are you?" she asked again falling into her monotone vocal pattern. The little creatures seemed to huddle together, in a sort of conference. During this 'conference' that the little people were having, she realized that the ferry was drifting down stream. So to busy herself she grabbed the pole, which laid in some sort of hook like rack, and started to direct them across the river.

"We are hobbits." Was the answer that she received. 'Great they sat, in what seemed to be deep thought, for what seemed like ten minuets and they came up with a three word answer.' She wanted to know more.

"And you were running from those Black Riders because it was fun, I suppose." She asked. She was getting the answers she needed or they weren't getting off the ferry. This time around they didn't take as long to come up with an answer.

"No,"

"Well, that's interesting. So why were you running from them?" the hobbits looked a little bit uncomfortable. "I don't know why you are hesitant to tell me of your dilemma, but remember I did save your ass back there." The hobbits looked pensive for a moment.

"Umm. We need to get to Bree." Said a little hobbit.

'We have to get to Bree, like that means anything to me. Who the hell is Bree?'

"Well, it looks as if your in need of assistance. Judging by the rate you people were running I'd say those riders aren't good news. I could escort you to Bree." Christa said.' Now if they will agree to that I will be able to get the answers without having to us force.

"Umm. we aren't sure."

"Look, I'm just trying to help. Your in big trouble alright. In case you didn't already know I will clarify it for you. YOU WILL NOT MAKE IT TO WHERE YOU ARE GOING WITHOUT HELP." The hobbits looked a little taken back and scared. 'hehehe.maybe I have scared them enough to pressure them into letting me come.

"YOU JUST WANT THE RING." A fat little hobbit yelled. 'A ring? What ring? They're afraid I'm going to steal a piece of jewelry?'

"SAM" was the answering course of yells from the other hobbit.

"Look, I'm not going to steal a piece of jewelry alright. I have enough of that as it is." She said holding up her hands to show them her many rings. "I just want my questions to be answered, and in return I will help you get to Bree. Do we have an accord?" After another long moment of silence, the hobbit that would be distinguished as there 'leader' spoke up.

"Alright, what do you want to know?" he asked slowly.

"What are your names? Why were you running from the dudes on the horses and where are we?" She said with I tinge of excitement in her voice.

"Well." said the hobbit. 'this going to take forever.' "My name is Frodo Bagi..Underhill."

"Ok. No, I don't want the stupid little lies." Once again a pregnant silence hung around the group.

"Well, my name is Frodo Baggins." Said the newly appointed Frodo. He pointed to a blond hobbit next to him "This is Sam. The two hobbits over there." Said pointing in the direction of two brown haired hobbit," are Merry and Pippin."

"My name is Christa Hoppus, now on to my other questions."

"Umm. black riders are after something that we are carrying. I'm sorry, but I can not tell you more and you are just outside of the shire." Said Frodo. 'Well, this will be fun,' she thought as she looked down at her shoes. With that she gave the ferry one more push and they hit the other side of the river.

"Ok, lets get going, but you guys are going to have to let the way." The hobbits looked up at her questionably." I'm new around here, I just came in from New York." That didn't seem to dull their curiosity at all, but that was too bad for them. "Do you happen to have a map?"




A high pitch screech once more filled the air, just as she made it to the front door of The Prancing Pony. 'What a stupid name' she thought. 'wait, I have more important things to worry about.like not dying.yup I have to sort out my proprieties' As she was thinking this she ran into the bar only to find it empty, she turned on her hair and ran over to the front desk, the one which she had overlooked while coming in the first time.

"Where are the halflings?" she hissed in a monotone voice, with a dangerous undertone. The barn tender looked scared, but refused to say anything. 'Ok, so I'll have to use different methods.'

"You will tell me where the hobbits are or I will rip your tongue out and use it to strangle you." She stated. The response she got was less then perfect.

"I was told to let none see Mr. Underhill." He stated in a slightly quivering voice. 'Underhill? I thought his name was Frodo Baggins'

"What? How do you know Frodo's real name?" The bar keeper asked. 'Shit I said that outloud'

"Yes, I know Frodos real name.now tell me where he is located." She said in a frustrated voice. The bar keeper looked unsure, but slowly he came 'round

"Up the stairs, third door on the left, they only left a moment ago." He said while eyeing you, as if to make sure of your intentions. She saw the look, but chose to ignore it. Instead she acknowledged his last words with a nod of the head.

She swiftly ran up the steps and ran into the room without knocking. Inside she was greeted with a sword to her neck. She could feel the slight prickling sensation, of metal on skin.

"Who are you?" the man behind the sword asked in a voice that could freeze a fast moving lake in August. For a moment she just stood frozen in her spot, 'wooo, people in Virginia are strange, they use swords. Wait I have a sword.' With that thought she reached down and removed the sword from its sheath, with a grace that came from years of practice, but that was not all, she also removed it with an inhuman speed, that would have surprised her if she wasn't completely focused on the man in front of her. In a flawless motion, she had removed the blade from her neck and her own pointed at the man in front of her.

She was positive that he could have whipped her ass in a fight, 'but luck for me I caught him off guard, and now to the fun part.'

"I think the correct question would be, who are you." She said, amusement sparkling deep within her eyes." And what are you doing harassing the little dudes. I swear there must be a conspiracy or something. You do you people just not want these dudes to make it to wherever there going? Or am I just special" He just started at you in surprise, then resifted his sword. 'O shit, I guess the shock phase is over now.'




~*~ Flash Back ~*~

It was one of those rare days were when everything went wrong. Well actually they weren't rare for me. I guess I just take things the wrong way. I mean one minuet I could give a shit, then the next I just want to kill the person who's talking. And this isn't the kind of thing where you were just annoyed, but I really had to exhibit strong self-control. I mean, would dream of killing these people all the ways it could be done, how I could get access to the equipment I needed. The vase was just sitting there. I guess it was a compulsion. I just wanted the pain. Just a distraction from the world around me and my crappy life. I didn't mean to press the glass that deep. It just happened. If it hadn't had hit a major vein I would still be considered different and not psycho.

I didn't realize I had hit a major vein, or maybe I did. I guess it really doesn't matter. I could have died that day. I think that death would have been better then what I had to go through after wards.

On top of being sent to being sent to a mental hospital, I was diagnosed with bipolar disease. So now at least I have a reason for my actions. I always thought that I was just going through the normal teenager up and downs, but in reality I had highs and lows too.

After the two weeks spent in the rehab center I was 'gifted' with the ability to go back home. Oh yes, that was a 'gift'. Before people used to be afraid of me, now they were afraid for me. Whenever they looked at me they think' psycho bitch.'

~*~ End Flash Back ~*~


Odd Note: She spends the better part of three chapters going on and on about a nosebleed her character has/had. *slaps author again for being so utterly uncreative*