Change & Conflict, Coffee & Tea
Written by MARU
Three Days Passed Since Zola Left...
Clyde is slumped over at the breakfast table. It's a Tuesday. Clyde loved Tuesdays, but something about this particular Tuesday was positively awful. Something that was finally taking it's toll on him. Reality was finally setting in as he hid his face inside the purple sleeves of his tunic.
Sasha Craeno dumped him (approx. 2 days ago).
"Aww, what's wrong, Clyde?" Valencia asked him, concern in her voice. She sounded a few years more mature than she would sound with Zola (she usually sounds like she's seven around him...). Clyde and Amy usually blamed this shift in tone on some abandonment issue she might or might not have against her brother. Clyde lifted his head by about 2cm. with a 'mmurghh...', earning him a slightly comforting pat on the back. "Whatever it is, it's okay." she smiled for him as he looked up.
"You're a little too young to actually understand, Vallie.." the reluctantly single boy sighed at his godsister. "I just lost part of my world... And here I am, sounding like a total sap over it. Seriously, how can something so small put such a weight on my shoulders?"
"Hey, don't be so sad on a Tuesday." Amy called from the doorway, concerned as a guardian should be, yet not as into it as Val. "It's so out of character for you. Like I stepped into some alternate world or something."
"Murrrphh!" Clyde retreated back into his sleeves.
"Sasha dumped him, I think. He didn't say."
"Oh shit. That's a surprize."
"I know! I wonder why she broke up with him."
"Yeah, because I'm not sitting here or anything.."
"I've been paying a little attention. I think it's because he has a one-track mind. Or it's his weird-ass personality."
"Oh, I think that's what's so charming about him in the first place. That is, to schoolgirls his age."
"Guys, seriously; RIGHT here..."
"Huh. Guess you're right. But they hooked up in the Summer, so he wouldn't normally have fangirls goin' all lovey-dovey over him, right?"
"Right. And from what I've seen, they're really happy together."
"Wait, wait.. So..."
"In other words..."
The girls looked at each other in realization. "Why DID she break up with him?"
"THAT'S WHAT I WANNA KNOW." Clyde practically jumped out of his seat. "Forget it, if you guys need a place to chat, I'm happy to leave."
"Now Clyde," Amy gave her smug smile. "We're just trying to sort this whole thing out for ya."
"You make it sound like I'm too stupid to do it myself!"
"Clyyyde!" Val whined rather playfully. "We wanna help figure out why she did that too! No one hurts our Clydie like that." she said, a confident smile crossing her lips.
Clyde just looked at her. Something about her face just... It made him want to laugh.
And he did laugh. And it made him feel much better.
"Glad your can step out of your sulking zone for a bit." Amy teased.
"Ah, I'm still not over it, but a reason would at least make it better." Clyde reasoned. "...Or worse, but I'm willing to risk it. Got nothin' left to lose."
"Good. Now let's get the unlikely out of the way first. It could be that Sasha is leaving you because she doesn't wanna write cheesy love songs for some band."
Three Days Have Passed Since Zola Left...
He was taking notes as he studied Riotala's powers. The girl had grown a tolerance for dim light (reluctantly, of course...), and now he could see what she was doing. Her power over darkness was rather impressive. There seemed to be no limit to what she could do with shadows. He looked at a list he was writing for research.
Things Riotala Can Materialize Using Darkness
1. Spider's legs (from her back)
2. Tendrils/Tentacles (back is optional)
3. Platforms/Cubes/ Flat surfaces
5. Clothing (according to Romania)
He looked up from his notes, then proceeded to write the first entry of the day.
6. A science-damned grand piano (and it works too!)
The child was practicing a piece from her father's collection. It was a rather simple piece to play, yet it sounded so...deep. Zola could detect a sort of dissonance, yet, it was arranged into a dark harmony. It was as if these were the keystrokes that symbolized psychosis; the inner workings of a man's last thread of sanity slowly being cut.
Riotala had finished playing with a light sigh, as if she were relieved to have performed such a foreboding piece.
"...How was it?" she asked, not turning around to see Zola just yet.
"...You want my honest opinion?" Zola waited for a responce, but she gave none. "This shouldn't even be possible."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't get me wrong, it was an amazing performance, but..." Zola paused. "...You've successfully turned a corner's worth of shadow into a fully functioning grand piano. In that, you've also broken the Law of Mass."
"...Zola..." Riotala hopped off of the bench to the piano as it melted away into the ground, refilling said corner with it's rightful shade. She turned to Zola, the same dull look as usual. "I may be a prodigy, but I'm still a child, you know. You can't expect me to realize that I'm breaking the Laws of...whatever it was."
Zola hmphed. "Yeah.. Don't remind me..."
"Also, I didn't break that law." Riotala added with a tilt of her head. She then pointed to a wall. "If that wall were to be plowed through by a force strong enough to have it crushed into dust, if that makes sense..." she paused to see if Zola understood what she meant, "it would still be the same amount of wall. Just...dusty."
Zola blushed as slightly as possible, embarrassed that a child had shown him up. Science was HIS shtick... But then again, it served as proof of her IQ. 'Guess that folder wasn't bluffing..' he thought.
After one more test (involving crash test dummies), the two and Rena decided to have lunch. They retreated to a room they had cleared, cleaned and signified as their temporary kitchen. Rena walked in coincidentally as the two were trying to figure out what they wanted. Rena had insisted on making sandwiches for herself and Zola, while Riotala...
"I'll just have coffee."
"Sure thing, kid."
Zola blinked. "...Isn't caffeine bad for children?"
"I'll have you know I can handle caffeine." Riotala opened one eye to Zola. "I've been drinking coffee since I was five. Father would allow it. He despises tea, so he decided I could coffee instead of the former."
"Since you were five?" Zola repeats. "You know that stuff stunts your growth, right?"
"I think that size is the least of my problems nowadays." Riotala turned to the teacup set in front of her on the counter (they're sitting on barstools, Riotala's elevated a bit higher). She scanned it for a few seconds. "...Rena..." she called, "This is coffee, right?" She was met with a hand ruffling her hair as Rena laughed.
"Awh, it's so cute when ya get yer posh lil' princess panties in a bunch!"
"I'm not a princess!"
"Don't worry, cutie, it's coffee. Just wanted to have a little fun with ya." she smiled.
Riotala glared at her skeptically, then lowered her gaze onto her coffee. Zola just watched as he ate his sandwich, noticing something. Rena's expression changed as soon as she looked down, from a cheery grin to a devious smirk. She was hiding something. Her smirk seemed to grow when the child started drinking.
You see, Rena was not usually the one who served Riotala's coffee. It was usually Romania.
'That's right, princess, drink up.'
What Riotala didn't know was that Romania, being a bit of an adult child herself, would switch the coffee with decaf, the excuse being that "Coffee is a bad bad drink!" All this time the shadow kid thought she could hold her caffiene was mostly fabricated. Shame, really.
'Oh yeah, swallow while I get the camera. Now I'll finally have some proof that you can just be a kid! Hahahah!'
"...It tastes..." Riotala blinked into her now empty teacup. "Better than usual... Maybe you should share your method of coffee-making with Romania."
"Something doesn't feel right.." Zola muttered.
With her plan almost complete, Rena stretched her arms upward with a contented sigh. "Well, I'll leave you two to discuss..." She trailed off as she rolled her eyes, backing up to the door as if she were thinking. She was thinking; about taking pictures, that is. "...Things..." she acted before slinking behind the door, exiting the 'kitchen'.
"...Weird." They both agreed.
An awkward silence filled the room. Zola took another bite of his sandwich, wondering what to say. He thought of something.
"...So... What's Veltsana like?"
Riotala swiftly turned her whole body, eyes wide and the pads of her right-hand fingers tapping at her seat. "What did you say?" she shot, startling the green-haired scientist by just a bit.
"I, I asked," he began to repeat, "What's Veltsana like? I've... never been.."
The girl started to visibly shake. Zola was beginning to wonder just how well she could-...
Wait... It all makes sense now...
But he would realize a bit late. Riotala pounced onto him, knocking the both of them onto the floor, Zola landing back first with Riotala clutching his shirt. She looked like a normal child, with a look of curious energy brimming in her eyes.
"I, I thought you'd never ask." she rushed. "My home is a really really big region of the world, and where I live, see, it doesn't have much foliage, that's a word Father taught me and it means greenery like plants and grass and trees and all sorts of things like that and-"
"Riotala-" Zola tried, but the girl persisted. Although...
"No. No, no, no no nononononono, no, not Riotala!"
"No, no, no, no calling me Riotala anymore! Rio, just Rio! Riotalalalala's too, too long! Riorioriorio, callmeRio!" she chimed.
Zola just blinked. "...Darn whoever invented coffee." he whispered with wide eyes.
"Coffee? Coffee! Zola, Zola, Zola, more please!"
"Zola, I want coffee, itsogoodanditsfreshandi,i,i,ihateteaitsevilteaisevil! Coffee, coffeecoffeecoffee!"
Zola tried to get up, but soon realized he couldn't move anything. He felt something strapping him to the ground. He looked over to see his arm covered in shadows! "R-Riotala-"
"Fine, Rio, whatever, you've pinned me into the floor!"
"Really?!" she blinked, surprised as she saw that the darkness pooled around Zola's body, slowly sinking him into it like quicksand. "Ohno! Ohno,ohno OH NO! WHWHATDOIDO, HOWDIDIDOALLTHAT, ZOLARENARAMMY,COME QUIIICK!"
Zola growled as his head sunk into complete black.
It all started a year ago...
A boy with spiky silver hair stands atop the edge of a building. His right hand clutches a shinier sliver, a flagpole. The flag that was tied to it was dyed a blood red, a sharply edged 'D' printed onto it with a diamond in the middle. He wore a black arm brace on his right arm. His attire was a pallet of red and black, a vest with the same D printed over his left pectoral. Even his eyes were red.
Said eyes gazed into the full moon of perpetual night. There was almost no cloud in the sky, plenty of stars, and what seemed to be an tragedy theater mask shaded into the luna. Beautiful? Incredibly...
If it wasn't so long since then last sunrise.
Bainz reflected, remembering what had happened to Novania, his home. It was all a year ago...
"Yo Bainz!" a boastful voice called out from behind him. "Took me forever t' find you... Now, hand over the M-Brace!"
He turned to see a blade pointed at him, a katana. Holding it was a boy his age, with tan skin and dressed in black and brown robes two sheathes strapped to his back and one strapped to his hip. His ebony hair was centimeters away from covering his eyes, which were colored a fiercely focused hazel at the moment. But most recognizable was his cat-like ears and a long feline tail that was wrapped around the hilt of the waist-strapped blade.
"Nekoda Blacklight..." Bainz sighed. "Well, there goes my quiet evening."
"You should've expected this, Dreamancer." The cat-hume grinned almost evilly. "The infamous Bainz Ruka, Leader of the Dreamancers. Known for his magical weapon, Angelsteel, a weapon known for it's shapeshifting capabilities. That blade is one of a kind, and wieldable by only the most powerful Dreamancer: you. Am I right so far?"
"...What's yer point, Stalker?"
"My point is that you're a fake!" Nekoda sneered. "All that Dreamancer bullshit is just that! Bullshit! Dreamancers are the stuff of fairy tales, and Angelsteel? That's your M-Brace!!"
"...Interesting... How do you figure?"
"Not to hard to figure. That brace on your arm is Light M-Brace, judging by the angel wing on your FLAGPOLE!"
Bainz looked at the flagpole still in his hand. Indeed, on the tip of the pole, there was a white wing. "...Oh yeah..."
"I've been waiting a long time to get my hands on one of those M-Braces." Nekoda took out his other two swords, taking his three-bladed stance, tail extended and arched as if it were another arm. "Now you have three choices. You can gimme the M-Brace, You can die, or You can jump and die! What's it gonna be, Bainz Ruka?!"
"...I'm gonna take a fourth option; T-K-O."
KPWOOM!! The sound of a rocket launcher firing filled the air and it made Nekoda's ears perk. "Wh-what the hell was that?!"
"...Y'really wanna know?" Bainz smiled slyly. "That's the sound of a Dreamancer..." As he said that, the rocket proppelled it's way to the other side of the roof, exploding and leaving a large crater in the ground as the boys watched the smoke clear. And all the while, Bainz is giving an eerie smile.
"When Dreamancers get challenged, we don't just fight back... WE GO TO WAR, BITCH!" He points the bottom end of his flagpole at Nekoda, flashing an even more sinister grin than even Nekoda had before.
"...Y..Yer CRAZY!" The samurai cat-hume leapt off of the roof to the ground. He'd obviously been freaked out enough to do so. Bainz just turned down his evil grin back to his trademark smirk. Just as planned.
"Yo Sock, you can come out now!"
"I told you not to call me that!" A girl's voice called. She then jumped from the next roof over, her light-brown hair shining in the night. It was an eleven-year-old girl with torn clothing, most noticably a blue bangle on her left wrist and an equally blue rocket launcher over her right forearm, a pirate-bunny-skull painted on the side. "I told you to call me Rumble!"
Bainz laughed as his flagpole faded away into air. "Sorry, kiddo, it's just funny... You've grown since we-"
"Don't get all mushy, Ruka!" she barked as her arm cannon faded out. "That was then and this is now, so don't you dare finish that sentence! And I'm tired of having to save you whenever you get in a fix!"
"Hey, first, I can take Nekoda just fine, second, I didn't need any saving, and third, I know you were there the whole time anyways."
"N-No I wasn't! I-I was just, uh..." Rumble fumbled for an answer in her head. "I-I was just, uhh, passing by so I could, uh, find Tank an' Cannon, yeah, that's it!" Her face was a bright pink as she concocted the lie. Let Bainz know she actually cared to help? Never!
She would feel his hand ruffle her hair. "Doesn't really matter... I'm glad you were here to help anyway." Bainz smiled. He looked up to the moon again as Rumble stammered. "Hey... It has been a year, hasn't it?"
"Yep..." a crimson-haired girl of 17 sighed. "It's been a year..."
She runs her hands through her hair as she gets ready to perform. The venue is an alleyway, povertous and in ruins. A crowd of survivors is chatting amongst itself. Her right wrist bares a red bangle with a musical staff carved into it. It shines, and a white and red acoustic guitar, earning cheers from the crowd. She lets on a cocky grin.
"Welcome to the show, everyone, oh, and you too Billy." The crowd laughs at her small joke. "Are we ready?" With the crowd listening, she plays her song, and they're blown away.
It's an invigorating feeling... The applause, the energy, the sheer euphoria of stage and sound. It was completely overwhelming. Granted, she didn't have stage, since who could find a stage in this wreck of a city? Still, she had the sound part!
After her performance, Calico Arda would just sit there. She didn't have any money to count, she didn't practice her music. She just sat there, staring into the moon. She would talk to herself. She liked to imagine that the moon was the sun...
"...Why...?" she whispered. "...Why...Why won't you shine for anyone else...? I mean...Everyone else wants you, too... If you came out, those...those shadowy clowns wouldn't bother anyone... Thing's would--Huh?" A sound interrupted her train of thought.
It was the hiss of Jokers. Manifestations of evil borne of shadow. The hissing and theatre masks that served as their faces were a sure sign that they were savages. Ever since the Day of the Child, these demons roamed Novania in the dark of the perpetual night they were created alongside. But then, they made a mistake.
They interrupted Calico.
Her bangle shone as she stood, and her hands held the neck of an electric guitar made of all metal.
"Let's go, Hevay Metal!!" she shouted before bashing at the five Jokers that approached her. She swung left, swung right, swung down on the monsters with her weapon. She was the wielder of the Harmony M-Brace. And no Joker would interrupt her thoughts.
...Exactly six years and five months ago
A child was born
A princess foretold to be Novania's purest light
The light born to lead Novania
Into a bright, properous future
Such a child could be easily corrupted
Exactly one year ago
The child sang
And separated Novania from the rest of the world
Only to plunge it into eternal night
She soon disappeared from the world
Leaving the town in continuous choas
And irrepairable ruin...
"And based on that story," a young man in a lab coat with straight, shoulder-length dark blue hair is on the last few lines of his rant as he takes the tarp off of a big machine. "I decided to create this; The AMI-Tech Interdimensional Doorway, AMI-ID for short!"
"...That's all well and good, but..." Clyde raised his hand, "Why are we here?" He, Val, Zola, Rio, her guardians and Amy were all present for the Doctor's private unveiling of his new invention. They were all in a room for the Gallow Forest Facility. He and Zola were confused, Amy looked bored with Val hugging her leg with a curious look in her eyes for the machine, and Rio was rather absorbed in her coffee, served by Romania, whom of which Rena of sticking her tongue out at.
In short, they weren't all very interested.
"It's quite simple!" Amity dragged a blackboard along beside the AMI-ID, an arch-shaped machine with a space shaped the same inside. The board had all of their first names written on it, save Amy, Amity himself, and Val. "I need one of you to test this device!" he smiled kindly. But not a one of the five names were pleased with that smile.
"...You psychotic fiend..." Zola groaned. "You love toying with me don't you?"
"Wh-What? But school starts in four days!" Clyde gulps. "What if something happens? I can't leave town! I won't be able to keep my job! Oh man, MY JOB!" It seemed Clyde was worried about his life losing its normalcy.
"Why was I chosen?" Rio blinked. "I'm just a visitor, and your test subject. Ever since you fixed me, I'm still not compatible with sunlight yet."
"And why me, huh?" Rena bared her teeth at the scientist. "Just why am I your little plaything for this little portal thing?" She didn't seem to like the idea.
Romania, a woman with light-brown hair and about the same age as Rena, seemed to shirink at the idea.
"Awh, don't be like that, everyone!" Amity whined. "I'm sure there's nothing to worry about. In fact, I'm positive! I've done the research, the specs on the machine, and the numbers too! Project AMI-ID is 100% safe!" he boasted, pumping his fist in the air.
"...You absolutely positive, Amity?" Amy sighed, deciding to sit down at the control board. She didn't have a reason to, she just didn't want to keep standing. "I mean, this isn't the first time something bad's happened with your projects. And before you say 'Name One', I brought a list of college experiments gone amok in case you said that."
"...eheheh, hehe...hehh.." A nervous laugh escaped the scientist.
"So, what now?" Val asked curiously. "Is someone gonna end up going in there?"
"Certainly not me!" Clyde exclaimed. "I have a life, I don't need to risk it doing this. Like, what if it turns out there was a fly in there, and I go in, BOOM, I have a bug's head! Count me out."
"Who says I don't have a life?" Rena SCOFFED. "I just don’t want to do this! I’m not about to leave Riotala alone with you guys."
“Riotala seems fine around me, at least.” Zola added. “I just wouldn’t leave him alone with the Doctor. No offence.”
“None taken. I wouldn’t trust me with a kid either.”
“So who’s going?” Amy sighed.
“Romania?” Rio turned to her. She didn’t expect her to be so bold.
“…My ruby’s in another place…” Romania whispered like a child. “If my ruby’s in there, I want her… Rio… Can I go get my ruby?”
“…Is that what you really want Romania?” Rio had to confirm. She knew what Romania meant by ‘ruby’. “I support whatever decision you’ll make, but you must be sure you’re ready for whatever lies ahead.”
“…I…I want my ruby more than anything…” she nodded.
“What’s the big deal, it’s just a gem.” Rena asked.
“…I never told you Ren-Ren?” Romania kept her tone even as they all looked at her. “…Ruby is my most favorite thing in the whole world…”
Almost instantly, something in the AMI-ID sparked and it began to hum to life. The spark turned into multiple sparks, until it was a spectrum of colors within the arch. It caught everyone’s attention. Mostly Amity’s.
“YES!” he cried with victorious joy. “YES! IT’S A SUCCESS! MY INVENTION WORKS! TODAY, PORTALS, TOMORROW, PORTAL GUNS! BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
Zola blinked. “I can’t believe it actually worked.” He admitted.
“I can’t believe he said that…” Clyde smirked behind a facepalm.
“Science…” Riotala spoke. “It’s really amazing…”
Then something else sparked; the control board. Amy carried Val away before she could get hurt. “Agh, the hell! I knew this was gonna happen!”
Val had no clue what was going on. “What’s happening, Aunt Amy?” she squealed worriedly.
“Huh?” Rio could feel the sash of her dress being tugged toward the AMI-ID. Then her entire body was being pulled in. She reacted quickly, latching tendrils onto the edges of the arch. She suspended herself into the middle of the portal, desperately trying to stay out of the spectrum with wide, scared eyes as the machine hummed louder. “No, no, NO, Someone HELP ME!” she panicked.
But no one could help. They were all trying not to get sucked in themselves, holding onto whatever they could. Rena and Romania were hanging onto boxes. Val clung to Amy’s leg, who in turn was holding onto the door. Zola held onto the control board, since it wasn’t sparking anymore. Clyde held to the bars ahead of it. And Amity…well…
“YES! IT WORKS! I HAD ALWAYS DREAMED OF THIS MOMENT! AS OF TODAY I, DOCTOR CORNELIUS AMITY, AM THE MASTER OF THE FIFTH FRONTIER: INTERDIMENSIONAL TRAVEL! BWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
“GOD DAMMIT, AMITY, THAT KID’S GONNA GET TOSSED OUTTA THIS WORLD!” Amy barked.
But he just kept laughing. He couldn’t hear her. He couldn’t hear anyone but himself. He was so absorbed in the value of his progress, he didn’t care. He just held onto the wall, cackling at his own genius.
Clyde groaned. “Fine, if no one’s gonna do anything!” He let go of the railing and he slid to the arch on by the flats of his shoes. He reached over and took Rio’s hand. “Hey, don’t worry, kiddo, you’ll be just fine!” he assured when he noticed her gasp.
“Gauntila!” Zola called, jumping over the board and onto the other side of the arch. He took Rio’s other hand. “What are you doing? You could get hurt, Gauntila!”
“Dude, please, Riotala could get hurt!” he shot back.
“She’s my client!”
“She’s a kid!”
“I CAN’T HOLD ON!” Riotala shouted. Indeed, her tendrils were losing their grip. One by one, they snapped off of the edges each held, until finally that last shadow gave out. Now she was being pulled halfway into the vortex of whatever had gone wrong, Clyde and Zola being her final hope as they kept her from being totally sucked in.
“Grr.. Zola, your Doctor’s a prick!!” Clyde shouted at his green-haired friend.
“Agreed!” he answered with a growled voice.
They desperately tried to pull the child in, but to no avail. She was crying, horrified as she sunk into the AMI-ID. But she wouldn’t let go. The boys were being sucked into it themselves, arms tugging them in. It felt violating, as if it were pulling their arms and everything inside them; bones, muscles, joints, everything, all while the machine would hum louder and louder. They were both terrified.
…Zola was the first to go. “No..NO! NOOOO!”
“ZOLA!” Valencia cried out.
“…aw, shit…” Clyde grumbled. A horrid week’s worth of drama and sci-fi weirdness this has been. Sasha’s not his girlfriend anymore, he’s in a room with a mad scientist, and not only Zola, but a SIX-YEAR-OLD was sucked into a door to hell knows where. His eyes hidden by the shadow of his hair, he clenched his teeth. He had no other option…
“…GUYS, I’M GOING IN AFTER THEM!”
“What?” Amy gasped.
“NO QUESTION ABOUT IT!” Clyde recklessly swung himself into the AMI-ID, letting out a battle cry before his voice faded. He was gone. The machine’s ominous humming died out slowly and the spectrum of colors faded to white, then nothing. The empty space in the arch was all that was left behind.
They were all gone.
“…No…” Rena breathed. “…Not the princess… Not Rio…” Her eyes slowly widened. She couldn’t believe it was happening.
“…My…MY RUBY!” Romania screamed.
“…Clyde…” Amy whispered.
Valencia just sniffled. Tears started to fall, rolling down her cheeks. She looked to the Doctor, sheer rage in her eyes.
“…You did this to them…Bring them back.”
“…eh?” he blinked. He was acting as if nothing had happened. “Ah, Zola’s gonna be fine-”
“Because you’re bringing him back! So do it!” the preteen interrupted.
“…Ahm, I kinda can’t.”
“…Y’wanna run that by me again?!”
“Vallie?” Amy blinked. She’d literally never heard the kid with that tone before.
“Hey, I’m really sorry kid-”
“SHUT UP!” Val yelled. “JUST SHUT YOUR PATHETIC, LIE-SPEWING FACE!”
“Now, look here-”
“NO YOU LOOK! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I’VE WAITED FOR MY BROTHER TO SEE ME AGAIN?! HOW PATIENT I’VE BEEN TO HEAR HIS VOICE?! NINE YEARS, YOU HACK, NINE YEARS!! AND YOU’RE THE ONE HE WAS WITH ALL THOSE YEARS! YOU OWE IT TO US TO GET HIM BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!”
“Valencia Katherine Tenacia.” Amy’s voice boomed with a guardian’s authority. The enraged girl froze completely. Amy then looked to Rena. “Rena, take her to get something to eat. Romania, you watch over this room. And you,” she pointed to Amity. “…We’re going to find a way to get them back, whether it kills you or not. Show me where you put the notes for all this…”
“…Yes…” he glumly breathed as he followed her out. Rena would tug on Val’s arm, and she took her hand as she got up, shocked.
“…ruby…” Romania just hid behind a box, wishing all of it were just a dream. She now more than ever wanted to see her ‘ruby’ again…
She could almost hear her now…Wait…Huh?
“…OwwwwWWWW!! MY FRICKING HEAD!” Clyde woke up lying on cold concrete, sitting up with his hands clutching his head. He had a massive headache. “Ugh…What did I take? Waitaminnit… I don’t drink… Damn, its cold.” he spoke as he wrapped his arms around himself.
Clyde looked around. His eyes widened. Where the hell was he? It was obviously night, but the streets were so quiet and trashed. He could even see chunks of concrete out of place, hell, chunks of BUILDING out of place! What was this place? Clyde decided to do the one logical thing.
“IS ANYBODY HERE?” he yelled.
“ZOLA! RIOTA!” he called, getting Rio’s name wrong.
He could only hear a hiss from behind, and he turns to see these weird black-looking things with masks, four of them and one fat one! “Holy crap!” he gasped. He turned to run away, but another masked thing pushed him to the ground. He tried to shuffle away, but it got on top of him, hissing with joy, judging from his mask.
Then he heard a gunshot, and it just landed on the ground next to him.
THE HELL IS GOING ON?!
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on Fri May 04, 2012 4:29 pm, edited 14 times in total.