BirdZilla: Woo... i'm back... now I have a DW story? What's this? What about the other stories? Yeah well, i'll get back to them soon... I promise.
This is... idek. Seriously. It started as word vomit but became something. Slow beginning but we'll get there. Btw, going to be using the 10th Doctor because he is awesome. No arguments.
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Chapter One
It had begun like a normal day, a day like any other, but it ended so horribly wrong.
My name is Lucy brooke, twenty years old, living as a student in Brisbane, Australia, my home country, year 2014. I lived in a flat with two other people; Amy and Noah, two of my best mates. I was studying an art degree at QCU with them.
Where i'm from my life is pleasantly normal, and I liked it like that; the days when things like aliens didn't exist and where a fictional character was just a fictional character, just like the monsters under a child's bed.
The day it all started was a long weekend in may, a weekend I intended to sleep through like any typical uni-student.
"Luce!" It's your mother!" Amy's voice was painfully loud, waking me from a pleasant dream where I was talking to that good-looking guy who had taught me how to ski. Funny thing, dreaming about being 13 again... Hormones...
"Ugh... Just tell her that i'm comatose or something!" I rolled over in the hope that I could go back to that wonderful dream.
Suddenly a cruel light cut through my room, stinging my eyes.
"ARRGHH!" I yelled, and fell out of bed.
"Yes Mrs. Brooke, she's awake and would love to speak to you." Amy said, sending me an icy grin, which I returned with my best, "I'm-going-to-get-you-for-this-later" look.
"Yes Mrs. Brooke, I just woke her up. Thank-you Mrs. Brooke." Amy held out the phone for me, her grin genuine this time.
"She's sending me an expensive gift from Paris for my troubles Luce, thanks!"
"Yeah, yeah..." I grumbled snatching the phone from her hand, "Now get the hell outta' my room."
Amy left chuckling her evil laugh.
"Mum, do you have any idea what time it is over here?" I ran a hand through my short brown hair, it was sticking up on odd angles... Again... christ.
"Yes dear, it is almost ten o'clock in the morning over there, And good morning to you too, i'm so happy to have a civilised conversation with my daughter. And there is no need for that tone, you should be up by now, you're no-longer a teen. Heavens! Start acting like an adult. Now, how go your studies?"
I repressed the sudden urge to heave a gigantic sigh. It was one of her customary interrogation calls home. Once a month, every month. And it was the only call I ever got from her, never mind my father.
"They're just as good as when you last called, two weeks ago." I grumbled, and then, quickly changing the topic; "How's Paris? And dad, is his work going well?"
Mum sniffed on the end of the phone, millions of miles away, sounding rather miffed that I had used the "tone" with her again.
"Paris is cold, and your father is doing everything possible to make sure that I don't get to enjoy the finer things in this country... as for work, I suspect it goes well."
By the finer things, she meant wine. Mum loved to drink, but unfortunately she had recently discovered that she had issues with acidic foods, especially wine.
"Now, mum that isn't fair, you know you shouldn't drink, it'll make you sick!"
"I'm in Paris for heavens sake! Paris! I should be swimming in wine! White and red and..." and on she went, ranting on about wines and the fact that she'd be happy to put up with the sickness just to get her hands on a nice bottle of red. She once had aspired to own a winery in my youth, but both Dad and I told her that it wasn't going to happen whilst I was still in school, because it would mean that we'd have to move down south more. Once I had finished school though, mum discovered her problem with acidic food, so in the end she lost heart, for "What is the use of running a winery and being unable to drink to your hearts content?"
"Mum!" I snapped cutting her off as she progressed to a detailed history of reds with the south of France, "I'd love to listen to all this, honest, but i've just woken up, can I call you back later? After i've eaten?" I wasn't just trying to get rid of her, my stomach was doing some serious drum-beating in protest and I could no longer ignore it.
She sighed again, static crackling in my ear.
"Don't worry about it deary, it's late here. I'll call back sometime soon." by soon she meant in two weeks time.
"Okay, bye." I replied sleepily trying hard to not yawn.
"Love you." and then she hung up.
I sat there a moment processing what she told me. Paris is cold. I chuckled to my-self there, mum hated the cold, something she managed to pass on to me.
Dad must have told all the staff at the hotel that she wasn't to be given any alcoholic drink of any kind, ever. It's what he would do, which was why she was so irritated. I laughed again, imagining mum trying to smuggle some Champaign into her room.
And then there was her reply about dad's work. It was an odd answer, no doubt about it, mum usually had a detailed report about how dads job was going... she must just be too mad at dad banning the wine to have been listening... or dad was travelling around France and hasn't rung her yet. Now that was something he had passed to me, lack of ability to call "home"- which is the code-word for mum.
I groaned as I got to my feet, first food, think later.
I stumbled into the kitchen, barely missing the chair.
"Ten points, you didn't trip over the chair today." Noah grinned up from the table, his blue eyes sparkling from under his mop of curly brown hair.
"Noah, how about you take that comment and shove it-"
"Luce! Good, you're up! Can you get me some milk? We're out."
"But the closest shop is ages away!" I protested, not in the mood for exercise.
"Well take your skateboard! I have to go out, i'm meeting my boyfriend." Amy grinned up at me as she pulled on her pumps. She was always like this, but I gave back as much as I took so I suppose it was only fair.
"And besides, don't you want breakfast?" She asked innocently before running out of the door.
I stood there processing it all.
"Luce, you going for her push up bras again?" Noah asked from his seat at the table. It was customary that between us three pranks were often pulled on each other, we were like three very uncivilised brothers and sisters, always up to no good.
"Yup."
"And her 'Toys'?"
"Tony's place."
Noah snorted, and shuffled off to his room, "Just as long as you don't involve me this time okay?" Noah was remembering the last prank we pulled on Amy that resulted in a even nastier one being pulled on us in retaliation.
"Right." I marched off to my room and got dressed, it was chilly that day too. Unusually chilly, which was cause enough for me to dig out my green hoodie and jeans.
After a quick attempt at taming my hair I grabbed my skate board and peak-hat, shoved my converses on and headed for the door.
"Le-red, good to see em' again." Noah was behind me, this time wrapped in his favourite dressing robe, and his feet adorned in fluffy bunny slippers. All that was missing was a thick cigar protruding from his mouth.
"I thought you ran away from me before with your tail between your legs, not wanting to be involved in my plans." It was more of a statement than a question, "And any way, why should the shoes I wear bother you; I'm quite fond of these i'll have you know, so back off or i'll start attacking you about your hair and fluffy rabbit slippers."
Noah handed me a ten, rolling his eyes to the heavens.
"Buy me some pretzels, and keep the change, i'm starved."
"Oh, and who are you? Her majesty the Queen?"
Noah waved his hand like that old lady from the princess diaries.
"And when I return my valiant slave, pancakes!"
"Sure, if you want food poising!" I called back and slammed the door.
The morning air was frosty, it was like I had just stepped into one of the freezers of my work place.
"The hell?" as I shut the gate I noticed that my breath was showing up as steam. I looked down the road and heaved a great sigh.
"Here goes; me, into the freezing cold air to buy milk and pretzels for two useless house mates, who I, for some unfathomable reason, consider friends." I mumbled.
The distance from our flat to the nearest grocery store was long way, about four and a half blocks. Most of it was down hill, which makes the return journey a pain in the neck, but in this cold weather I should be able to make it back without needing a shower.
I stood on the pavement with one foot on the skateboard and the other anchored firmly to the ground ready to propel my self forward and down the hill.
But, as it was, I never made it dow that hill, because at that precise moment something unthinkable happened, something that should never happen on this planet, something which is considered impossible.
I fell through a crack, a crack in... well, a crack in space and time.
BirdZilla: Next chappy is monster huge... I think. R&R plz, I want to know if this is worth continuing.