Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

"This sucks," Lance muttered to himself as he waited for the Queen to join him. "This sucks SHIT."

"Don't swear," the Voodoo Queen ordered, entering the room. Lance softly groaned. "None of that, either."

"Damn you." Lance wasn't sure if he was serious or not, but he *did* know that he didn't particularly want to be turned into a cat.

"Already there, hon," she said, putting a ton of stuff down on the table. She started to set the things out in order and Lance raised an eyebrow at the amount of *stuff* she had.

"What is all this for?" he asked her.

"I need all this stuff if I want to turn you into a cat," she said simply, pulling out what looked like a large version of the Bible. "Now, come here."

"Um, no?"

"Lance."

"Look... maybe I want to back out..."

"You signed a contract," the Voodoo Queen said with a slight smile. "Until you pay up, you are mine."

"But the guys need me!" Lance protested. "I can't just disappear." That seemed to stop her in her tracks.

"True." Hopes rose. "But you won't be disappearing." Hopes plummeted.

"Listen... isn't there something else you can do to me?" Lance pleaded. "I don't really want to be a cat for the rest of my life."

"Isn't that too bad?" Lance tried to sink back into the wall, but the wall didn't move anywhere as the Queen opened the book to a specific page and began the ritual. Finally realizing that pleading with her wasn't going to do any good, Lance sighed and came closer to the table. She glanced up briefly in suprise and simply kept going. She began to chant in an African dialect, and Lance got an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Laplèndinò bèl-o m'pral foulaye!

a lantran'm Saint-Jacques...

Laplèndinò bèl-o m'pral foulaye!

ey, m'pral foulaye Saint-Jacques

Saint-Jacques mande'm regleman m'pral foulaye

Saint-Jacques mande regleman

o, foulaye m'pral ba yo regleman, o foulaye

"Stand still," the Queen scolded him as he started to fidget. Obiediently freezing, Lance inwardly groaned. Satisfied that he wasn't going anywhere, the Queen continued the ritual. After what seemed like hours, the Queen beckoned him closer to the table.

"What?" Lance asked, voice betraying his fear.

"It is time," she responded, gesturing. Lance stepped closer to the table and listened to the words of the chant, getting more nervous with every word.

Zan·y anba-a se mwen!

nou tout se, -zan·y o

Zan·y anba-a se mwen!

Danbala-Wedo, Ayida-Wedo

nou tout se,- zan·y o

Zan·y anba-a se mwen!

"FEEL!" the Queen suddenly yelled and Lance felt a tingling in his body. He glanced down and it was all he could do not to scream as he saw his white, human hands turn into beige, furry cat paws.

"Mrow?" Lance meowed moments later, when the transformation was complete. "What the hell!"

"No, not hell," the Queen said with a smile as she kneeled down next to the new cat. "And I can understand you perfectly, although the others won't be able to. Now, let's get you back to your friends, shall we?" Picking up Lance-the-cat, she walked out of the room, heading for the hotel where the rest of *NSync waited.


	Inner Reflection \| home back to The Eyes of the Cat Chapter 7 "This sucks," Lance muttered to himself as he waited for the Queen to join him. "This sucks SHIT." "Don't swear," the Voodoo Queen ordered, entering the room. Lance softly groaned. "None of that, either." "Damn you." Lance wasn't sure if he was serious or not, but he did know that he didn't particularly want to be turned into a cat. "Already there, hon," she said, putting a ton of stuff down on the table. She started to set the things out in order and Lance raised an eyebrow at the amount of stuff she had. "What is all this for?" he asked her. "I need all this stuff if I want to turn you into a cat," she said simply, pulling out what looked like a large version of the Bible. "Now, come here." "Um, no?" "Lance." "Look... maybe I want to back out..." "You signed a contract," the Voodoo Queen said with a slight smile. "Until you pay up, you are mine." "But the guys need me!" Lance protested. "I can't just disappear." That seemed to stop her in her tracks. "True." Hopes rose. "But you won't be disappearing." Hopes plummeted. "Listen... isn't there something else you can do to me?" Lance pleaded. "I don't really want to be a cat for the rest of my life." "Isn't that too bad?" Lance tried to sink back into the wall, but the wall didn't move anywhere as the Queen opened the book to a specific page and began the ritual. Finally realizing that pleading with her wasn't going to do any good, Lance sighed and came closer to the table. She glanced up briefly in suprise and simply kept going. She began to chant in an African dialect, and Lance got an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Laplèndinò bèl-o m'pral foulaye! a lantran'm Saint-Jacques... Laplèndinò bèl-o m'pral foulaye! ey, m'pral foulaye Saint-Jacques Saint-Jacques mande'm regleman m'pral foulaye Saint-Jacques mande regleman o, foulaye m'pral ba yo regleman, o foulaye "Stand still," the Queen scolded him as he started to fidget. Obiediently freezing, Lance inwardly groaned. Satisfied that he wasn't going anywhere, the Queen continued the ritual. After what seemed like hours, the Queen beckoned him closer to the table. "What?" Lance asked, voice betraying his fear. "It is time," she responded, gesturing. Lance stepped closer to the table and listened to the words of the chant, getting more nervous with every word. Zan·y anba-a se mwen! nou tout se, -zan·y o Zan·y anba-a se mwen! Danbala-Wedo, Ayida-Wedo nou tout se,- zan·y o Zan·y anba-a se mwen! "FEEL!" the Queen suddenly yelled and Lance felt a tingling in his body. He glanced down and it was all he could do not to scream as he saw his white, human hands turn into beige, furry cat paws. "Mrow?" Lance meowed moments later, when the transformation was complete. "What the hell!" "No, not hell," the Queen said with a smile as she kneeled down next to the new cat. "And I can understand you perfectly, although the others won't be able to. Now, let's get you back to your friends, shall we?" Picking up Lance-the-cat, she walked out of the room, heading for the hotel where the rest of *NSync waited.