Good morning/afternoon/evening, everyone. My name is Pingo T. Best, and welcome to the first chapter of my latest and greatest project. Some of you may already be familiar with Emily Rolles, as she had appeared in an earlier work I had put up some time last year. That work is canceled, and has been deleted from my account. I'm sorry about that, but it would have conflicted with this story. It was created by a friend and I, and it just seemed to be much easier to write in that there were more...things that didn't seem like they were being pulled out of nowhere as an excuse for something.

Anyways, pull up a seat, enjoy the show, and feel free to leave a review after you're done. Constructive criticism and is always appreciated!

And now, the opening quote:

"Never argue with a fool, onlookers may not be able to tell the difference."

- Mark Twain

This tale is about a girl. She has green eyes and long silky hair that is the color of a ripe lemon. She's a smart girl, always reading or practicing her swordplay. She loves her mother and her father, even though he isn't around as much as she'd like him to be. She also loves her little brother, even if he does get on her nerves more often than not. If you were to see her walking down the street, you would see a normal young teenager wearing a pretty smile on her face, faded blue jeans on her legs, and training callouses on her hands like gloves. Her name is Julia Diana Silver, or Emerald D. Silver to friends and compatriots.

Another girl is involved that is quite the opposite of Miss Silver. She the youngest child of six and the only daughter of an old widower. Perhaps as a result of the constant calamity in her home, she can't stand the company of others, preferring to block out the world with the rock and roll blaring out of her headphones. Although she has a creative mind, she is quite lazy, often ignoring the world around her in favor of her own thoughts. This is reflected in the way she looks, with brown hair that hangs in her face and eyes made of the darkest chocolate. One could compare her to a radio station, with a layer of white noise on top and beautiful music underneath. Her name is Emily Rolles.

Neither of the girls were particularly fond of each other, often trading insults whenever the opportunity arose. A typical conversation between the two would usually go something like this:

"Would you grab that for me, please?" Emerald would ask in an attempt to be polite.

"Get it yourself." Rolles would reply.

"Geez, someone has a stick up their bum today."

"Anyone would be miserable if they had to see at your ugly mug first thing in the morning."

"You're mumbling. Care to say it again, Ozzy? A little more coherently this time?"

"Not particularly. I think once is enough to get the point across."

"Little brat."

"Fricking bitch."

...And so on, until someone else intervened.

It's simply a wonder that they hadn't strangled each other by the time it occurred: the two of them disappeared while on a class trip to Six Flags New England. While this sounds rather mundane, the 'Springfield Enigma', as it came to be called, was highly unusual in that both girls were last seen riding the Bizarro roller coaster. Not waiting in line or getting off, but actually strapped in. Those that were there verify that they were in the last row of the last car, bickering as usual. The arguing eventually changed to screaming, and by the time the train arrived back at the station, there was nothing.

At first glance, it would appear that the girls were thrown from the train due to faulty seat belts or similar, and that their mangled corpses were somewhere in the general vicinity. This hypothesis soon proved wrong, as all the equipment was in working order upon inspection and none of the other passengers were harmed. Nothing related to either of the girls was ever recovered, let alone their bodies. The only thing that was unusual was that there was a white smudge found on safety bar, but it was quickly dismissed as make-up.

To this day, no one can accurately explain what happened. Some claim that aliens are responsible, others claim that it was all a hoax.

All of these presented ideas were wrong, as one might have already guessed. What really happened is significantly stranger.

"...Are you shitting me." Rolles said flatly. At the moment, she was too annoyed to bother putting any expression into it that actually made it sound like a question.

"You people seriously want me sit next to that monkey?" Emerald, on the other hand, was annoyed enough for her voice to begin squeaking. "The whole reason I sat in the back was to avoid her!"

"It's certainly not my fault all the other seats are taken."

"If you sit here, I swear to God I will scream."

The other passengers rolled their eyes. "It's not going to kill you if she sits next to you for three and a half minutes," A friend said from farther up. "Stop throwing a hissy fit and let her sit next to you before you both get kicked off the ride."

Emerald pouted for a moment, briefly considering leaving of her own will. "Fine, whatever," She grumbled. "Just don't scream too loudly."

Rolles plunked herself down. "I was going to say the same to you, blondie," She muttered as she put on her seat belt. Emerald did likewise, glaring at her the entire time. She didn't seem to notice, and was suddenly interested in picking at a hangnail.

Suddenly, the lap bars came down, and an attendant came by to check them. "Good afternoon, ladies," He said cheerily. "Enjoying the park so far?" The young man had blonde hair and friendly brown eyes that glinted in the sun.

Emerald was immediately charmed. "I love it here!" She said. "I come almost every summer! But right now I'm on a trip with my school, so I get to show my friends all my favorite rides! We've gone on the Batman already, and we're planning on going on the Mind Eraser next, but we had to ride this one first because I was always too scared to ride it whenever I came here before, 'cause everyone knows that it's less scary when you're with friends and-!"

"That's wonderful, darling," He said. "Now, if you would just hold on a moment so I could check your bar..." He leaned over Emerald's seat and gave the bar between her and Rolles a good hard push downwards, unintentionally pinching Rolles's finger in the process.

"Ow."

"Sorry." The man gave both the girl's shoulders a gentle pat. "Now have fun, ladies, and be careful not to scream yourselves too hoarse," Neither of them noticed the way he smirked to himself as he walked away or the white powder hand prints on their shoulders.

"Don't worry, we won't!" Emerald chortled. She flashed a pearly-white smile at him as the train began to move, making a mental note to see if she could get his number when they got back. "I'll even make sure Wimpy here doesn't blow anyone's eardrums out with her screeching!"

When they were out of earshot, Rolles sighed in exasperation. "Christ, woman, do you always talk that much when a hot guy so much as looks at you, or is it just a one-time thing?"

"No, but at least he was actually interested in me."

"He wasn't interested in you, dumbass, he was trying to make sure that you wouldn't fly out of your seat on the turns." She said. After a moment she decided to take another jab at her seatmate. "I'm sure if he actually knew you he'd break the bar and call it an accident."

Emerald glared at her. "At least you'd go down with me."

"Totally worth seeing your ugly mug splatter all over the ground before I bit it."

"I was going to say the same thing, but upon hearing it come out of your mouth, it sounds stupider than I thought."

"At least I had the guts to actually say it."

"More like there's no filter between your brain and your mouth." Emerald snorted.

"At least I have a brain, unlike some people"

"A peanut-sized one won't get you very far in life."

"Farther than you could ever manage."

"At least I'll actually be somewhere."

"Alright, bitch, you wanna go?" Rolles growled. She turned to Emerald and balled her hands into fists.

Emerald looked at her skeptically. "Are you seriously challenging me to a fist fight on a roller coaster?"

"You wanna go or not?"

"Fighting never settles anything, I think you would at least know thaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Emerald attempted at sounding intimidating was was cut off by a sudden 200-foot drop; Bizarro's first (and tallest) hill. Although she was aware that her mouth was open and that there was a loud sound coming out, she couldn't actually hear herself screaming over the air rushing past her ears.

Rolles was howling in fear and whooping in ecstasy within the space of a few moments. She howled like a wolf because the drop had taken her by surprise, and she whooped when she gathered her wits enough to register that it was only the first hill. At the same time, she vaguely became aware of an odd tingling sensation on her back. It trickled down her spine and spread across her the rest of body, making her feel as if she was covered with little soda bubbles. Emerald felt it too, and assumed that it was merely a physical manifestation of her absolute and utter terror at going downhill at over fifty miles an hour.

The sensation became stronger as they approached the tunnel at the bottom. Rolles began to wriggle around in her seat, trying to shake the numbing sensation from her limbs. It felt like her entire body had succumbed to pin-and-needles, and it was beginning to feel extremely painful. Emerald squirmed too, but to no avail. There didn't seem to be any way of shaking the feeling that their bodies had fallen completely asleep.

The tingle spread to their faces. Their eyelids felt heavy and fatigued, with the urge to move was slowly fading away. "The friggin' hell's goin'non...?" Rolles slurred as her ears began to ring. Suddenly, her eyes closed and her head rolled back. Emerald, thinking that maybe the feeling would go away if she tried willing it gone, shut her eyes tightly. Unfortunately, the moment they closed, she was hit by a wave of darkness. Both girls had been rendered completely unconscious.

As the train entered the mist-filled tunnel, they began to disintegrate as if they were made of sand. First the top of the head, then the torso, then the legs. Their bodies had been broken apart and blown away, to reassemble themselves in parts unknown.

Where Emerald D. Silver and Emily Rolles had been in one world, there were two empty seats, with the seat belts still buckled and the safety bar untouched, save for a small white smudge.

In the darkness, there is a light. The source of the light is a small pool of water in a marble basin resting on a pillar. Color dance along its surface, creating figures and shapes of all sizes and kinds. A beautiful woman is watching them, her eyes following their paths. As they twist and turn, she grows angrier and angrier. With a sudden flick of her hand, the colors disappear, and she she puts a hand to her forehead.

"Oh, Taiyou," She sighs. "I have told you countless times not to meddle in the affairs of innocent mortals." She shakes her head in disappointment. "Those poor girls, who knows what they will disturb?"

The woman silently picks up a crystal pitcher from the base of the pillar and closes her eyes. The pitcher begins to glow with a pale green light, as does the water in the marble basin. In moments, the water that was formerly in the basin is transferred to the pitcher, and the basin is dry. She glides over to a shelf and places it on a shelf amongst thousands of other pitchers in a spot labeled 'Septemea terrae, quarti ponti.' Seven continents, five oceans.

She sighs gently, and brushes her golden hair from her face. "I wonder where you will go?" She asks aloud. She looks around at the pitchers on her shelf. "In what world will you find yourselves in next, I wonder?"