I groaned as the annoying repetitive alarm clock squealed in my ears. I opened my eyes briefly only to be blinded by the sun rays gushing in my window. I heard my bedroom door fly open as I hid my head under my best friend ever, the pillow. And then his voice reached my ears. I didn't know which was worse, my little brothers' voice in the morning or my alarm clock. I grunted as I shoved myself up, my pillow falling to the side. "What?" I snarled as he began to say "Hey" for about the sixth time in that short time period. "Dad said to get up and get dressed…'cause it's 'Take your kids to work day'." He replied smugly, as if he were sharing top secret information with me that he had known forever. "Yeah okay okay, get out squirt." I slurred tiredly as I convinced myself to get up and stumble over to my dresser to find clothing. In the corner of my eye caught the attention of my computer. It was about the only thing in my room besides my bed. The PC Tower was blinking to show it was in slumber mode as I recalled last nights' events of me playing with my few nerd buddies on the newest online RPG craze called "Ecofix." I'd explain it to you but honestly. I could care less if you knew. I kicked my pajamas' into the hamper next to my door and pulled on a shirt that was so long it almost went to my knees. Embroidered on it were the words in different font and colors, "Dare to be Different." Those are like the four words to describe my lifestyle. Along with the words it was a white shirt with paint splatter graphics. I tugged on my favorite pair of blue jeans. I don't know why they're my favorite. They just fit right. Ya' know? As soon as I almost literally fell down the stairs into the kitchen I went to steal a pop-tart from my cabinet, warm it up, and chew on it as I followed my father and little brother out the door. On the car ride over to my father's job as an Eco Manager, it was abnormally silent. Normally my father cracked a joke or two or did something to fluster us like take his hands off the steering wheel, but not today. He musta' been in a bad mood I guess. As soon as we got there he nearly sprinted into the building only to remember had had children with him and stopped at the door, in mid-turn and said, "Echo, make sure your brother doesn't get into any mischief. I must finish some paperwork but then I'll give you guys a tour alright? Just stay in the lobby until I return. Sheila is a very nice secretary and will take care of you until I return." And with that, he disappeared into the door. "Come on Pip." I coughed as I walked over to the translucent door. Eating pop-tarts without anything to drink it with or drip it in was like walking through the desert. I swear on it! I held the door open for my little brother as he walked in, and followed in after him. I don't know why. But for some reason I got this weird vibe. Like a bad one. Almost as if I had the feeling that life wasn't going to be the same anymore. I sat down next to my brother in the lobby alone. Sheila must not be in at the moment. Oh well. I can take care of myself. Pip occupied himself with his normal shenanigans by annoying everyone who walked in the door. I started to stare at the boring office plant in the corner of the lobby until I snapped back into reality when the sound of a slamming door rung in my ears. I looked around for Pip then swore. "That little ass-wipe ran off!" I hissed as I got up and ran in the direction of the sound. The door I went in was hiding an awful lot. But behind it was a lot of giant metallic containers with various colors of bubbling goo inside. "Pip where are you?" I cooed, hoping to find him quick and get out of here. I heard a giggle and looked up to see Pip, on the rails that stood over the bubbling pots of god-knows-what. I ran up the shaky metal stairs and over to him, grabbing him roughly by the arm and I started to head back when that weird premonition kicked in again. I glanced over the rails to see the bubbling purple goo below us and shuddered. Pip was saying something but I couldn't quite hear him. I felt the rails shudder heavily and began to groan as if heavy pressure was being put on it. I could only glance to the side for a second to see someone standing there, before the rail's broke and me and my brother fell. I grabbed onto the edge of the rail, holding onto Pip's arm the best I could. I wanted to scream from the excruciating pain. It felt like my arms were being torn from their sockets. The rail's readjusted as I tried to climb back onto the platform. The platform trembled slightly from someone else walking on it. And towards us. I tried to look up but I was too exhausted to. I was using all my strength to keep a hold of my little brother. I saw shiny black boots. "Help us," Was what I was trying to say. But I didn't even make it to the second syllable before the black boots suddenly stamped on my hand, and I stupidly recoiling and letting go. We both screamed as we fell into the bubbling purple goo. That last sound I recall hearing before I hit the goo was my little brother's terrified squeals and a quiet husky chuckle. I felt atrocious amounts of pain and then black nothingness.
Was I dead or alive? I do not know.
Chapter 01 End.