**((A/N)) This is the DIRECT result of Obsession. I really wish people would review some of my other stories so I'd stay in that mode a little longer to keep them going. Like always, I'll finish them, but it will be PAINFULLY slow. Sorry about that.
So here's a new one *YAY* this one kind of crossoverishy (yes it's a word as of now). I watched the Birds of Prey series and I had already been addicted to the comics before so this was just more fun for me. And then like a kid I went back to third grade and got hooked on one of those kidsy Oregon Trail games. So two worlds collide and I get a story out of it. There is only one teesy edit to the ending of the season finale, but that has a purpose and you'll get it later. Oh, and this is kinda done in the style of one of those "chose your own adventure" stories so there's more than one ending and stuff that goes along with it. But I'm still not writing in first or second person. Curse the very computer of which I use to write such a point of view.
Not that this chapter is VERY short and isn't supposed to make a lot of since . . . I just want to see what people think about it so send me as many PMs about this as possible and review.
**Copyright: I don't own Birds of Prey, the comics or the Tv show no matter how much I wish I did. Nor do I own Oregon Trail and all the things that come with it. The only other thing is that I did borrow the term 'sun-drowned place' from the warriors series.
**Summary: Several months have past since the clocktower was restored to its original glory, the Birds of Prey returned to their duty of protecting the city, and the infamous Dr. Quinzell was defeated. Perhaps the most joyous moment of all came hours after Quinzell's defeat as Gibson tracked the scent of blood finding the body of Wade Baxton, weak but still alive. These months have been happy ones where crime is considerably reduced and love blossoms.
But all lovely things must come to a close.
Something has happened, something unexplainable and strange. The Birds of Prey have disappeared, completely left New Gotham and find themselves in a place, and time, they should not belong in: Independence, Missouri, April 1, 1848. Their only hope of returning home is to reach the sun-drowned place, a place called Oregon City hundreds upon hundreds of miles away, and reach it alive. But this Journey is not made to be easy. Some of the Birds of Prey may never live long enough to see home again. It all depends on the choices Helena Kyle makes that determines whether her friends shall live or die.
enough rambling . . . ON WITH THE SHOW!
Endless Trail, Endless Debt
Chapter 1
prolog
Her eyes opened, yet there was nothing to see. This world was just as dark as the one inside her mind, if not a bit darker. She was so used to the blaring lights of the city, the constant noise that continued into the night. But here all was still, all was silent, and as much as she hated to admit it: This silence brought a fear into her heart that stabbed her soul.
Where was she?
The question burned in her mind as she felt into the darkness around her. There was nothing to grab to drag herself to her feet, nor anything below her to support her if she could. She was trapped, waiting in the path of some beast that lived in such total and complete darkness.
There! A sound! It was faint, but there. A soft, scraping sound as if the scales of some massive snake were slinking around in some dark cave that was to be her grave.
"Who are you?" She called making herself sound brave as she did. She could show no fear when dealing with an enemy she did not know. They saw it as just another weakness of hers.
"You do not remember me, dear one?" Her captor said in a whispering voice. Could it be possible that he actually was a snake? No, how could that be? She shook her head then told him realizing there was no way he could have seen the motion in darkness this complete. "We spoke a while back, you and I. We spoke of wonderful things, wonderful times, that had all become a part of the past."
"I never . . . "Her voice trailed off as she thought. The voice did sound so painfully familiar. Perhaps she had heard it before, somewhere . . .
"Ah, so you do remember," The voice was in front of her now and she imagined the serpents head before her. "But do you remember our agreement?"
"I never agreed to-"
"You did, you did my little birdie." He laughed, "Oh, don't you remember. I would give you everything you desired! Oh do remember, it was such fun."
"What could I have wanted from something like you? I don't even know who, or what, you are?"
"And who are you to judge based on 'what' a person is? Hmm?"
"Fine then. Supposed I did agree. What did I give you?"
"A game!" He laughed, hissing as he did. "A most glorious game. Imagine! Who will be the ones who live? Who die?"
"How can you kill me?"
"Oh, it's not your life I want, though you might loose that in this game if your not careful," He stopped to laugh again. "You see, I'm much kinder than my brother. You might remember him from your studies of the ancient Norsemen. His name was Jörmungandr."
"The serpent of Norse mythology that was said to circle the world biting his tail." She told him, "I've heard of him, but like all mythology he isn't real."
"What was it your friend said? Ah yes, urban legends are just the truth a few generations later. While he isn't out and about these days I am free to make people's dreams come true."
"With a catch of course." She added for him and he laughed.
"A catch she says! It's only a game. My brother would demand the lives of your loved ones. I only ask for a game."
"Enough with the games." She looked away from the voice. "Just tell me what you want."
"I gave you nine months of peaceful bliss, my little nightbird. All I ask is nine months in return. I will be kind and you will not freeze like so many do in the early year. March should be a gracious enough time. You use those nine months well and reach the sun-drowned place before the start of the tenth month, January first in this case, and I will return you home. Fail and you will live the remainder of your life away from the world you are used to."
"What world are we talking about?"
"You'll see for yourself, won't you?" He laughed madly, "You'll see for yourself."
The black world became bright as sunlight flooded her senses and she lifted her weary head. Instantly the world grew cold as she realized not only was she alone, but lying in a field covered with a thin blanket of snow.
Thank god there was a city not to far away.
Continue to the next chapter . . . -
(A/N) Review as you know. This one shouldn't be so long between updates once it starts rolling thanks to it's build your own adventure nature. But reviews will make a tremendous amount of difference. I know the series isn't the most popular thing nowadays and it probably won't get too much traffic to begin with, that just means there'll be less reviews if you're not the one to do it. Don't just hope someone else will do it for you