Chapter 1: Falling

It was a strange setting, blurred and unfocused. There was nothing there really... A forlorn chair lay coldly on its side, the wallpapers plain and washed out. There was an endless corridor, one with cold tiled floors that kept repeating the same boring pattern of elegant swirls. Draped curtains hung themselves upon the dull windows that decorated the rooms.

My house… What…?

A girl ran sluggishly, her dark hair held back in a small ponytail. Her drabbed coat clung to her as she ran, her legs unfeeling. She didn't know what it was... but something - an unknown force- kept dragging her down. The air seemed dim.

No… It's not…

Everything was hot and smoky as she continued to run. The blurriness was overwhelming… It clouded her vision, like a fog of white, hovering... and thick. Stray lines of liquid trailed a ragged path down her cheeks, her black fringe dipping into her eyes. Her chest fostered a heavy weight.

Why…? Why am I running…? Why am I… crying…?

She didn't know how, but in some corner of her mind, she knew that there was going to be a fire. It would be a flaming horde that would tear the house down in its fiery jaws.

Fire… Need… Escape…

Her sleeves rubbed desperately at her clouded eyes, wiping away the pouring tears. It was futile. The salty liquid kept falling endlessly. Wiping them away… was an impossible task.

Nintendo… Where is my Nintendo?

A door collapsed in front of her, engulfed in beautiful flames of red and orange, their tendrils snaking up towards the ceiling like vines. The smoke crackled and chuckled, curling towards her in an elegant dance.

My phone… Where...?

Hastily, she ran towards a familiar room, completely guided by the instincts of her mind. Through the chaos, the black lid of a familiar device was visible and she took it without a second thought.

I need to hurry! Where is my phone…?

Flames erupted from the walls that were closing in on her. Their heated tongues scraped noisily as they danced to a silent tune. It was hot in that room. Too hot, like feel of sleeping on a stove.

Her tears kept falling, her vision kept blurring. With one hand clasped tightly onto her Nintendo, she dashed for the door.

Phone… Phone… where are you…?

The corridor never seemed to end. She ran, occasionally clinging desperately to the deteriorating walls beside her for strength. It was only some seconds later that she noticed a bulge in her left pocket.

My phone? When did I put it there?

But this was no time to think. She needed to escape this house. The smoke was heavy. The house was a chaos of red, orange, white, black and grey. It was hot. She couldn't breathe… and there was no door.

Door… Where is the door?

She was desperate. Her lungs were scorched while her heart pounded heavily to a fast beat of a silent drum. When she didn't want to run any longer, a sudden brightness out shone the fire.

Without a second thought, she lunged for the light, plunging herself through the fire and rubble that threw themselves at her. She didn't know what she was doing. She didn't know why she was doing it. All she knew was that everything would be okay.

Thud. Thud-thud. Her heart responded frantically, her mind writhing in agony, in torture. It was an unworldly feeling of being sliced alive, as if someone had butchered every part of her body up into tiny, little pieces. As if her entire soul was on fire, scorching hot, but simultaneously icy cold -cold that sent shudders running through her core.

It was hell. It was like being hacked over and over again by an object that wasn't sharp enough to cut cleanly. She wanted to vomit. She wanted to scream. But nothing happened. There was only still, the trickling of her tears and the pain that overwhelmed her entirely.

When she had finally thought it was over, a painful distortion of pink and red hues exploded brilliantly and lingered, clouding her vision in strange blobs. It lingered for an eternity, yet so brief that it seemed to have disappeared within minutes. Darkness fell.

Her eyes snapped open to a sudden rush of cold air. She was falling.

A harsh scream tore from her dry throat when the gut-wrenching, yet familiar sensation overcame her. Her stomach wanted to regurgitate its last meal while her muscles twitched painfully. The feeling of weightlessness...

She couldn't comprehend her current situation at all. Was it still a dream? Was she still dreaming?

Pain exploded all over her back when she landed, her head smashing agonisingly onto something vaguely knobbly and firm, yet soft at the same time. Her heart pounded with adrenaline, each beat hammering upon it's cavity. Her paled face, still cold and wet with shed tears, gaped in shock as she lay there, stunned in the darkness.

She didn't know what she was doing. Hastily, she ran a shaking arm over the soft, knobbly material that she had apparently dropped on, her searching fingers prying over the smoothness and onto a softer thing. Something that felt vaguely like a...

A face.

The girl almost squeaked, scrambling off the knobbly thing in a frenzy, clambering across what felt like bed sheets and falling with a small screech onto a cold, tiled floor. Horror flooded into her heart as she wiped her hand almost desperately onto her pants, the sensations of what she had felt still present upon her fingers. Her body froze briefly as she watched with a mounted terror and curiosity. The darkness was heavy. But through the dim lights that strayed seemingly from a window, she watched, transfixed, as the humanoid shape rose, draping its shadow over everything.

Her body still throbbed angrily in pain. Her heart still thumped wildly as she took gulps of cold air to steady her nausea. But her stomach was unstable, churning horribly with the half-digested scraps of last night's dinner. There was the familiar urge to puke, even as she tried to swallow down the bile that rose to her throat. But her mouth was dry. There was no saliva to chug down the vomit that was threatening to gush from her lips.

Then the lights came on, blaring into her squinted eyes. At once, her panic escalated as she made out a human figure in the middle of an unfamiliar room. It was an unknown room with an unknown bed. She didn't recognise the plain blue bed-sheets. She didn't know anything of this strange, strange room. But...

Her nausea was horrible. The sensation ran through her body in drawn-out shudders, overwhelming her pain and panic by a long-shot. She felt utterly pained, like being pricked by a thousand needles. It was agony just to stand. She wanted to collapse to the floor. She wanted to give her body the rest it deserved. But the vomit just kept surfing up her oesophagus, forcing her to keep moving. Her stomach churned again, freezing her in a new kind of panic.

She needed a toilet. She needed something to vomit in.

At once, she staggered desperately towards the figure that stood in her view. In her hazy vision, she could make out a lean figure topped with blonde hair that gleamed slightly in the light. With her original fear washed away, she just didn't care anymore. She didn't care who the stranger was. She didn't care what gender he or she was. She didn't even care if he or she was to be trusted or not. She just wanted some place to puke in.

With her arms held out feebly, she continued to force her tired legs forward, swaying slightly. By the time she had crossed that few metre gap between them, it had felt like a day's walk in a desert. Her lips were dry and cracked. Her throat parched with the effort of forcing down the vomit that threatened to over flow from her lips.

Without hesitation, she placed her heavy arms onto the person's shoulders, leaning heavily. She needed to know where the bathroom was. Even through her hazy sickness, she was aware of the tenseness in the stranger as she gripped their firm shoulders. With half-lidded eyes, she stared into a warm brown, her stomach still grumbling unpleasantly. Her voice cracked into a croak.

"Give me…"

She trailed off and stopped to gulp down the horrible taste lingering at the base of her throat. But the more she swallowed, the more it rebelled against her.

"A place…uurgp"

There was a sudden lurch in her stomach. She couldn't stop as a tidal wave of vomit spewed from her mouth, the contents of her stomach emptying onto the figure in front of her, dripping to the ground in lumpy liquids. A bad smell filled the air.

"To puke…" She finished weakly, her fingers still gripping onto the stranger in front of her.

She didn't even look up.

Hello! First things first and I thank you for clicking onto the first chapter :)

Anyways, this plot had been lingering around my mind for ages now so I decided to write it out! I really did try to write this to the best of my ability but I apologise if it isn't up to your standards. I know there are a lot of things I need to improve in so it would be nice if you could give some criticism :) In other words, could you drop a review? hehehe

And before I forget: I DO NOT OWN HUNTERXHUNTER. I just own the plot and my OC.

Now click onto the next chapter please! :D Hopefully, it would be better than the first :P