Daria in Cynic Hood - Should I finish it?

The following was the beginning chapter to Cynic Hood 7 that I wrote because I was bored with the rest of the story.

Should I finish Cynic Hood or just say the heck with it?

(I know there's a few misspellings...)

Cynic Hood #7:

Dr. Mike pays for a location shot...

The Warrior paused as he looked over the mountainous valley. It had taken him almost 2 weeks to climb this far into the mountains. He was the last of the party. The other warriors had been killed by the barbarians, buried by the avalanche, or killed off by the food gone bad. The pack animals had been slaughtered for food along the way. He paused as the distant memory of cooked meat passed through his mind. He licked his lips as he remembered his last meal that he had eaten three days ago. He remembered the sound of the grizzle snapping in the fire as he cooked the last bit of horseflesh over the open flame. He could almost taste it now, the juices flowing down his chin as he chewed the flesh meat. He reached out for another bite...
The Warrior shook himself from the memory. This was the here and now, he reminded himself. He looked down out into the distance at the castle set within the valley made by two mountain peeks. He smiled evilly as he remembered that night in the tavern many weeks and months ago. They were recruiting for an adventure they had told him. They had discovered the whereabouts of the lost figurine of Tet-Ni-Jung. A wizard had discovered it deep within the Caves of the Lost Souls and had brought it back to his castle in the clouds. The lost figurine would bring riches to them all if they could get it away from the wizard who now kept it from sight.
They had started out with almost a hundred men. The wizard, warned by some hidden guardian, had put up traps all along the way. The bad weather, the avalanche, the spoiled food, the poisoned water. The Warrior remembered these trials and how each member of the party had fallen along the way. Only he had made it past them all. He pulled his sword and he started the last leg of his journey down the side of the mountain into the valley below.
The wizard sat in his throne as he gazed into his crystal ball onto the tiny warrior making his way down the cliff. He sighed as he just wished that these idiots would just leave him alone. He had been following them through the ball for over a week now and had gotten rid of them all except for this last one. None had made it this far before. He had picked this location far from the rest of the world so he could learn the secrets of his new figurine. He studied it night after night after night. He twisted his hands around his wand as he gazed at his latest interruption. He couldn't get anything done with these constant interruptions. Usually they were scared off earlier than this by something simple like the illusional barbarians or the first casualty of the poisoned mountain springs. During his time traveling, he had discovered the ultimate poison and had changed all the springs in the area to it. He still didn't know what the term "Ko-ors Lite" meant that each metal mug was labeled with but he knew that the watery potion would knock them off left and right. His gaze returned to the crystal ball as he watched the lone warrior trip and roll uncontrollably down the cliff. He began to pick up packed snow as he continued rolling down the steep incline. He smirked as he returned to his studies thinking that if this didn't kill him, nothing would.
The Warrior shook his head as he pulled himself out of the impromptu snowball that had landed at the base of the castle's front door. It wasn't how he had planned it but he had arrived at his destination. He staggered through the heavy fallen snow to recover his helmet off in one direction and his sword which had gone another way. He readied himself before shoving on the massive front door. It parted slightly until jamming. He stood back wondering how many years it had been since another living being had passed this way. He knew wizards had methods of flying through the air or instantly disappearing and reappearing hundreds and thousands of miles from their starting point. Wizards didn't use such things as doors. He smirked as he thought that they probably didn't use toilets either. No wonder why they're always so cranky as he slipped through the slim crack and into the main hall.
The Warrior stopped and gazed on the Figurine as it set on a pedestal in the middle of the great hall. He slowly circled it drifting in and out of the shadows as he took in its beauty. Men had wished for its power, fought wars over it, even died trying to harness it's power. As long as it pays off my bar tab, that's fine by me, the Warrior thought as he stepped up to the display. The light played on it making it appear to beat slightly as a slow heart. The Warrior gazed at the beating almost becoming lost in its trance. He shook himself free of the trick, braced himself and reached out.
The screams of the alarm brought the wizard instantly into the great hall. The two protagonists stood and glared at each other. They knew nothing about the other but as of that moment each became the sworn enemy of the other. The Warrior twitched his blade that he held at his side as the Wizard stretched and flexed his knobby fingers as he prepared a spell in his mind. They faced each other as if they were gunslingers from the old west. The screams continued for a few more moments until abruptly stopping.
The Warrior, screaming his battle cry, charged at the defenseless wizard. He knew that the wizard, while powerful in the ways of magic, was helpless if he got close enough. One thrust of his deadly blade would mean the end of him. He gritted his teeth as he ducked one large fireball after another. One finally singed him but he didn't pause. If he did, he mind as well slit his own throat. He lashed out with his sword, all of his strength now in his powerful arms. Another wizard dead meant one less wizard to deal with in the future, he thought as he swung his blade, and one less mouth to feed.
The light froze him in place. He couldn't move, not even his two arms that held his blade out in attack. He watched the wizard stand in front of him lean in close and smirk in his face. He tried to grit his teeth but failed even that small challenge. He let out a small growl. The wizard stepped back and chuckled. Just like the others he thought as he stood there pondering what to do with this one. His eyes lit up with a thought and he turned again to the trapped warrior. He placed his hand of the figureine, waved his hand and the warrior disappeared from the room, teh dust and the light filling the space wher he had been.
I wonder how my future cousins will deal with a warrior aardvark he thought as he turned back to his studies.

Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch...

Daria pauses as she stands outside of her trailer, coffee in one hand and a very worn script in the other. She stretches as she watches the men of the show jog by followed closely behind by Miss Barch barking like a Marine drill sergeant. She smirks as she watches them turn the corner as she stagers down the stairs. She's already dressed in her Cynic Hood Sheriff's costume but with her hair was still wet from a recent shower. She leans against the railing and takes a long sip of brew. Jane drives up in a studio lot golf cart and steps out also armed with coffee and a script as well. They pause as they look at one another and synchronize their coffee drinking.
Daria: (Doing her best not to yawn.) `Morning, Jane.
Jane: (Smirking slightly.) If you say it is. And what time did you get in last night, Miss. Party Girl?
Daria: Not late. Right after the script reading. Been having these weird dreams lately.
Jane: Sort of like the one we're trying to convince Dr. Mike that he's currently going through?
Daria: Sort of. Where is he anyway?
Jane: Accounting. We went over our budget for trees again.
Daria: Again?
Jane: Yup. As I went by, I thought I heard him being told that they "don't grow on trees." (Daria closes her eyes in disgust over the pun.) I wonder about the accounting staff sometimes.
Daria: Well, at least it wasn't craft services this time. We need our coff...
Daria is cut off by screams of the Fashion Club heard off in the distance. Daria and Jane look at one another and take off running. We arrive at the Fashion Club trailer which is surrounded by onlookers and handsome suitors. Clothes, scripts, rice cakes, cans of diet soda, etc., are being thrown out of every window. Daria and Jane look at one another again until suddenly the trailer door flies open and the four Fashion Club members in various forms of dress come flying out of their trailer.
Daria: Um, what's going on here?
Jane: (Smirking.) Practicing for Dr. Mike's next adult work already? (Daria gives her a look.) What?
Sandi: Tiffany, dear. Tell them what happened to you.
Daria: (An aside to Jane.) This will take a few minutes.
Tiffany: I. Was. Getting.
Quinn: She was getting dressed and...
Tiffany: Hey. I. Want. To. Tell. It.
Stacy: It was horrible!
Quinn: She opened her closet and...
Tiffany: I. Opened. My.
Stacy: It was standing in her closet!
Tiffany: Closet. And. Standing.
Sandi: Oh, it was horrible!
Quinn: There was a flash and...
Tiffany: Oh. I. Forgot. The. Flash.
Stacy: It was standing right there!
Tiffany: Now. I. Have. To...
Sandi: Little short thing.
Tiffany: Start. Over.
Sandi: I thought it was another one of Quinn's suitors.
Quinn: Sandi! I wouldn't date something that ugly!
Tiffany: I. Was. Getting. Dressed. And.
Quinn: Certainly not someone that short. Could you imagine dancing with him? Please!
Stacy starts to hyperventilate. No one pays any attention.
Sandi: Tiffany, dear. Are you going to tell them what happened or not?
Tiffany: I. Opened. My.
Quinn: Tiffany, you forgot the flash again!
Tiffany: Flash? What. Flash?
Male voice from off screen: Hey! (Everybody turns to look at the new speaker. Standing in the doorway of the trailer is a nearly four foot tall, gray humanoid aardvark armed with a sword. He's mad as he glares at the Fashion Club members. He's dressed in metal armor but has over it a short, plaid skirt, a sweater thrown across his upper body, a lace bra hangs off one ear and a pocketbook hangs off the other. He has makeup smudged all over his body and he has somehow gotten one of his feet wedged into a sandal.) Which one of you wrentches wants to die first? (He pauses as he takes a quick look around.) And what happened to the wizard? (He begins his decent down the stairs holding his sword in position while shedding clothes with the other.)
Sandi: Quinn, are you sure it's not one of your suitors?
Quinn: Maybe he is. How can I tell in this light? I still think he's too short.
Stacy: That's my sweater! Please don't mess up my sweater, Mr. Monster! (She grabs it and tries to pull it away from the aardvark. They struggle for a few seconds until he finally releases it. Stacy stumbles back and begins to look at it.)
Tiffany: Oh. I. Remember. The. Light. Now.
Stacy: (Holding up the sweater.) You pulled it out of shape! That was my favorite sweater! How could you?!?! (She rushes towards the aadvark but remembers the sword held out in front of him and stops right at the tip. The aardvark sneers at her and she backs away.)
Tiffany: There. Was. A. Light.
Stacy: (She's nearly in tears.) But it cost me thirty dollars!
Tiffany: And. I. Opened. My. Closet.
Quinn: Stacy, you told me you got it on sale for forty.
Tiffany: Hey. Were. You. In. My. Closet?
Sandi: Stacy, as president of the Fashion Club...
Jane: Hark! The president speaks!
Sandi: I have to put you on probation for not reporting the correct price of an article of clothing to the other members of the Fashion Club.
Daria: The bitch has spoken.
Tiffany: It. Was. Gray.
Jane: (Waving an arm and nearly yelling.) Hey! (Everyone falls silent and turns to Jane.) Is anyone else bothered about the four foot tall, nearly naked gray aardvark standing in front of us with a big, old poker in his hand?
Tiffany: I. Like. Playing...
Daria: So, we all see him? (Beat.) And he's nearly naked to everyone?
Jane: I'm glad you're seeing him also. I was begining to think all these fanfictions were going to my head.
Tiffany: Strip. Poker.
The Aardvark: Where am I anyw...
Something clicks with everyone and they turn as one to look at Tiffany.
Tiffany: I. Always. Lose. Though.
Sandi: Tiffany, dear. We don't want to listen to your love life.
Tiffany: Glenn. Always. Wants. To. Play. Str...
Sandi, Stacy, and Quinn quickly place hands over Tiffany's mouth as she continues to mumble her line.
Jane: Now, there's a mental image I'll see to my dying day.
Daria: (Smirking.) You know if one of them's playing...
Jane: (Closing her eyes.) Damn it, Daria. Now it's worse.
Tiffany: (After having the hands removed from her mouth.) Oh. I. Forgot. About. My. Closet.
Daria: (To the aardvark.) You're on a fanfiction set for a Daria/ Robin Hood crossover. How did you get past security anyway?
The Aardvark: Daria? Sounds like something Cerebus gets when he drinks the bad water. The very bad water.
Jane: (Smirking.) Hey, Daria. He's a fan of yours back from the old show. How about that?
Daria: I'm going to drown you in that bad water, Jane.
Tiffany: Glenn. Was. In. My. Closet. And...
Jane: Well, Tiffany's over her trauma.
Tiffany: He. Had. A. Flash.
Sandi: Can we please go back into our trailer now?
Tiffany: Or. Did. He. Give. Me. A. Flash?
The Aardvark: (Pointing at Tiffany.) Cerebus thinks he's found a mate for Elrod, the Albino.
Daria: Who's Cerebus?
Cerebus: Cerebus is Cerebus.
Jane: (Making a motion at the Fashion Club to get them out of there. They go back into their trailer, picking up the scattered clothes as they go. The rest of the onlookers leave as well.) Daria, I think his name is Cerebus.
Cerebus: Aye, that's what Cerebus said.
Jane: Sort of like that cartoon we watched last week. Smurf this, smurf that, up your smurf with a rubber smurf. He just speaks about himself in the third person.
Cerebus: Cerebus isn't a smurf. (Taking a closer look at Jane.) Why are you wearing a helmet on your head?
Jane: That's my hair!
Daria: (Smirking.) Jane, I think you found a fan as well.
Dr. Mike: (Off screen.) What's going on here? What's the emergency?
Daria, Jane, and Cerebus turn to face Dr. Mike as he walks into the scene.
Dr. Mike: (Coming on to the set.) Security paged me about a problem near the trailers. Boy, I'm glad one of you thought to do that. I was getting tired of having to deal with all those... (He pauses as he finally notices Cerebus standing in front of him armed with a sword.) Um, why is Cerebus the aardvark standing in front of me? Boy, this is some weird dream I'm still having. Can't believe I'm dreaming about a comic book character.
Cerebus: Dream? Cerebus'll show you what kind of dream you're having. (He pulls back on his sword but Jane grabs hold.)
Daria: Dr. Mike, you've must read something about him recently so your subconscious mind stuck him in your dream.
Cerebus: Cerebus isn't dreaming. Cerebus dreams in black and white. This is color.
Daria: Of course not. It's Dr. Mike's dream.
Cerebus: (He points at Dr. Mike) You mean the pansy wristed geek? It's his dream?
Jane: Something like that.
Cerebus: (Thinking for a moment.) I don't remember drinking the bad water...
Dr. Mike: But if I'm dreaming, what am I doing backstage?
Daria: You always dream about backstage. All your dreams break the fourth wall.
Jane: (An aside to Cerebus.) I don't think he's ever had a fourth wall. (Cerebus nods.)
Cerebus: So this is like a play?
Daria: Sort of.
Jane: (Under his breath.) A very bad one.
Dr. Mike: But why would I include him in my dream?
Daria: Um...
Jane: Er...
Cerebus: You needed Cerebus to finish out your play. Cerebus is here.
Jane: That's right. You were going to work in Cerebus to the play, um, fan fiction.
Dr. Mike: I was?
Daria: Certainly. You've been bragging about it for weeks.
Dr. Mike: I have?
Cerebus: You wouldn't stop talking about it. Give Cerebus a headache. You go on and on about it. Makes Lord Julius look like a mime. Put Cerebus in play. Make tons of gold coin.
Dr. Mike: OK... (He shakes his head, pulls out a script and flips through it while walking out of the scene.)
Cerebus: (Points to my retreating back.) Is he always that dense?
Daria: This is one of his good days.
Jane: Daria, he's not that bad. (They both look at her.) What?
Cerebus: Where's Cerebus anyway?
Daria: Do you know of the story of Robin Hood?
Cerebus: The idiot who stole from the rich and gave to the poor but didn't keep anything for himself?
Jane: Yup. We putting on a play based on that story.
Cerebus: Are you sure this isn't Cerebus' nightmare?
Daria: It's everybody's nightmare.
Jane: What were you doing before you arrived here?
Daria: Into Tiffany's closet?
Cerebus: Cerebus was making diced wizard. Was going to have him for dinner.
Jane: (Smirking.) I gather wizard wasn't on the menu this evening?
Cerebus: Huh?
Daria: You get used to it around here. What happened next?
Cerebus: Cerebus remembers the wizard placing his hand on a figurine, bunch of lights and then Cerebus was here in closet.
Jane: Giving the Fashion Club nightmares.
Cerebus: You mean those wrenches?
Daria: One of those wrenches is Daria's..., I mean, my sister. Now you have me speaking in the third person.
Cerebus: Oh. (Beat.) Cerebus feels sorry for you.
Jane: We all feel sorry for her.