I'm tired of writing long, intricate, sad stories. So, here's a drabble, because I need to be uplifted by comedy!
I do not own anything in PotC. All I own are Annie and Aslynne and the plot, so don't sue me!
Chapter One: They Must Have Upped the Voltage
"AAAHHH!!!" I screamed for the umpteenth time.
"Annie, it's not that scary!"
"Says you! You know I hate zombies!! It's on the ceiling, Aslynne! And it doesn't have feet! Whoa, they're setting them on FIRE!"
"See? Nothing to worry about."
"Yeah, this part and the guy getting run over by a fucking ambulance was great. Otherwise, no way. Like the zombie baby! It was cute…sorta…ech…" I gagged, taking another swig of my eight can of Mountain Dew. Yep, the only way to get me through a zombie movie is crap loads of caffeine and sugar. As the ending rolled, I chuckled as the people that were supposed to survive got eaten by a pack of zombies. Losers. My best friend, Aslynne, was laughing right along with me.
"Hey, Annie, what should we watch next?"
"Zombie pirates yar!"
"Why do have to call it that."
"I dunno." I gave a noncommittal shrug, before chugging the last of the soda. "I think it's something I picked up from my siblings."
"Ah, it always goes back to them, doesn't it…"
"That, or the soap operas I watched as a wee child. Man, those things can really mess a person up. Seriously." I stood, stretching myself out, popping my back, fingers, elbows and neck. Aslynne shuddered.
"Do you have to pop your neck like that?"
"Yes. Yes I do." I proceeded to flop over and touch my toes, since I had just sat through three different horror movies. Standing straight, I set my paper plate on my head and waltzed to the downstairs kitchenette. "Behold! I have good posture!"
Aslynne followed close behind, laughing.
"Yes, truly you are a goddess among the people."
"Damn straight." I tossed my plate in the garbage and gazed around my basement. At this time, I have turned nineteen the past March, and it is currently early June. I've got horrible eyesight, but pretty green eyes, so it evens out. I have three ear piercings in each ear and my incredibly light brown hair is dyed with black streaks. I'm pretty certain I terrify my parents, but oh well, they love me anyway.
"Annie, can we go wandering outside before we watch Pirates? I need to stretch." My best friend in the whole world. We've been mistaken for sisters since we met way back in seventh grade. We've been nigh unseparable since. She's got hair about a bit past shoulder length, same as mine, but her hair is darker and wavier. She's got contacts and her eyes change color. It's really neat. She's an inch or so taller than me, but we've got basically the same hourglass build. Our shape is not appreciated in this stick like time, but we have dubbed ourselves "Aerodynamically Curvaceous". It makes us feel better, anyway.
"Right. Where do you want to wander to, mate? Wanna brave the backyard again?"
"Only so long as you don't run into the electrical fence again."
"I'll try, but I won't promise anything."
"Fair enough." We two, usually known as Annalynne, walk out my backdoor into the three acres of woods my family owns.
After a good hour of stumbling through the dark trees, over and in the pretty high creek, and tripping over roots, we gave up and started going back up hill.
"Okay, slowing down a bit. I think we're close to the fence." I whisper, carefully inching forward, Aslynne clinging to the sleeve of my tshirt. Unfortunately for us, I have no sense of direction, and I managed to misjudge the distance between me and the fence my neighbors have, and promptly run into it. I feel a powerful jolt of electricity slam through my five foot four inch frame, and everything goes black.
"Nie…Annie! Are you okay? Annie!" I groan, returning to the world of conciousness. And lots and lots of pain.
"Owie…"
"You're alive! I was so worried!" Aslynne grabbed me in a bear hug, squeezing me tight. I hug her back, knowing she must have been worried.
"Yeah, I'm alive yet. How long was I out?"
"Only fifteen minutes or so longer than me. But I don't know how long the both of us were out."
"Huh. Well, the sun isn't up, so we couldn't have been out for too long. It was, what, three when we left? The sun doesn't rise until fiveish. We should get back, though." I stood, stretching a bit and looking around. For some reason, nothing looked familiar to me. I'd been running through my woods for almost two decades, but nothing I saw was right.
"Hey, Aslynne."
"Yeah?" She looked at me, seemingly unaware of the change.
"D'you notice anything…different? I mean, in the way of our surroundings and such." I kept my eyes looking, making sure I wasn't imagining things.
"Now that you mention it…" She muttered. "This doesn't look anything like your woods. Like, the fact that these are tropical trees and we were in the middle of Iowa before we hit the fence?"
"Yeah…I thought it was a bit cooler. Iowa summers are ten times more humid."
"You said it."
I started walking in a random direction, hoping Aslynne wouldn't question my reasoning. I just had a feeling that I was going the right way. That doesn't happen much, especially not to me, Miss No Sense of Direction. After walking for a few minutes, we left the tree line and ended up on a beach. Looking at each other, we shrugged, then walked towards where we saw some lights. When we finally got to our destination, I felt like I'd been socked in the gut.
"Aslynne…you see what I see?" I asked in a hushed whisper, praying that I was just going crazy from something I'd eaten.
"Yeah…Annie, we're not in the 21st century anymore…" She replied, clutching my hand in a death grip. I gripped it back and swallowed hard. We were staring at what appeared to be a small port town, done in 1800s decoration.
"I think I'm gonna hurl…" I muttered, feeling dizzy. I plopped on the sand, the waves licking my feet, Aslynne setting down not three seconds later. We sat, staring at the open water, watching the most beautiful sunrise we'd ever seen rise up over the natural bay.
"What do we do now? This is like something out of a Mary Sue fanfic! Next thing you know, we'll be madly in love with some really hot guys, who will whisk us away into a happy ending."
"There's no such thing as a happy ending, Ally. Knowing our luck, we're going to get raped or killed, or probably both. That, or thrown in jail. Or burned at the stake for being witches."
"I love your optimism."
"Hey, you know what I say! Pessimists are the happy people!"
"Because they're usually right, and when they aren't, they're pleasantly surprised!" She repeated my mantra perfectly. We really are around each other too much. I laughed, and stood, dusting sand off of my loose black capris.
"Well, let's head towards town, then. We're not getting much done just sitting here, and I'm hungry. Not that we have any money to buy food."
"Maybe we can get started on that getting stuck in jail thing. Let's steal some food!" Aslynne repeated my dusting motions on her jeans. We continued our usual witty banter all the way to town.
True to our thoughts, we got arrested for public indecency (apparently we were showing off our ankles.) and thrown in jail. While we waited for our sentencing, we busied ourselves with random chatter and singing. At least, that's what we did when we weren't sleeping or daydreaming. Nothing like a friend you can sit in complete silence for three hours with. The prisoners, mostly men, locked in the other cells kept trying to get us to come close enough for them to cop a feel. We didn't buy it.
After a week, we were taken out of the prison and led to a very nicely furnished office. We stared at the aging gentleman in the crazy wig, a bit surprised that we had ended up talking to governor himself.
"Now, then. What are your names?" The elderly statesman asked so politely, that the manners my family had instilled in me kicked into high gear.
"My name is Anne Spencer, Governor Swann, though most people call me Annie. This is my best friend and ally."
"Hello. I'm Aslynne Carriere. It's a pleasure." I hid a grin. Aslynne's manners were kicking in, too. The governor smiled at us, apparently very pleased with our answers.
"Well, you two seem like very well raised young women. What were you doing running about town in such…inappropriate outfits?"
"Well, sir, this is simply what we always wear. It's perfectly acceptable where we come from. Actually, some people might actually consider this type of outfit very covering. We're very modest people." I replied. The governor seemed to ponder this for a few minutes, before reaching a decision.
"Well, I suppose we can't charge you for wearing what you always wear. However, I would like to see you returned to your proper homes. Where do you come from?"
I stared. How could I tell this man that we came from a country that had only existed for a few years, from a state that wasn't even on the map yet, from a time that hadn't happened? Fortunately, Aslynne stepped up to bat.
"Sir…I'm afraid we can't go home…"
"Whatever do you mean?
"We come from a small town…and it was recently destroyed. We barely managed to escape with our lives. We have no where to go…" She pretended to start crying, and I wrapped an arm around her, sniffling myself. Our act seemed to work just fine.
"That's terrible! I'm so sorry for your loss."
"Thank you…You're very kind…" I said, keeping up my make believe grieving. He stood and began pacing his office. Aslynne and I sat on one of the couches, watching him. He stopped abruptly and faced us, smiling.
"Well, you girls can start all over! I'm sure that I can find you jobs in town as well as a home. I'll help you two get back on your feet."
I grinned. Nothing like a sob story to win people over. I felt a twinge of guilt at taking advantage of the man, but it was a fleeting thing. What mattered most now was survival, nothing more, nothing less. And so our new lives began.
That's all for chapter one! Please tell me what you think! Denki!