Disclaimer: I do not own Everworld, so don't sue me for just using these
characters to my own advantage. I mean, c'mon, Applegate just left them
hanging there, somebody has to do /something/ with them.
For Reasons Unknown by: Mikau
David woke up to the cool night air. He noticed that he seemed to be sleeping on concrete. He looked up to see about half a dozen dirty, old men not too far from where he was. 'How did I get here?' He thought to himself. 'Am I just dreaming of the shattered life I left behind? It all seems too real to be just a dream.'
David stood up and surveyed his surroundings. 'Definitely not Everworld.' "Uh, excuse me?" David said loudly, hoping someone would hear him.
No one answered. No one even looked at him. David sighed loudly. At this point, one of the men finally turned to look at the dark-haired boy. He looked to be about 45 years old with greasy hair, and a long greasy beard. David winced slightly at the sight of the man as he came a bit closer.
"You say something, kid?"
"Uh, yeah, where am I, exactly? And, if you know, how long have I been here?" David looked up at the older man, awaiting the reply.
"Well, for starters, you're in an alley in Chicago. And I think that I've seen you here everyday for the past year," the man sympathetically placed his hand on the teenager's shoulder. "A little young to be sleeping in an alley, aren't ya?" David looked down, not wanting to think about it. He, then, looked back up at the older man, and cringed at the thought of what he, himself probably looked like now. 'No better than him, no doubt.' David looked down at his mud-caked hands. 'A whole year?' He couldn't help but sigh again.
"Yeah, I guess so," he shrugged, "the weird thing is, I have no idea why I'm out here. I don't remember anything before tonight. Are you sure that it was me out here, and not someone else?"
"Ye-up, it was you alright. What was you name again?"
David exhaled loudly, "My name is David Levin."
The man's eyes went wide, "So, you're that Levin boy that went missing. So, maybe if I turned you in to the police, I just might get a reward." The man started to walk towards David, arms outstretched. That's when David decided that it was a good time to run. Behind him, he heard the man's cries of, "Come back. I just want to be your friend."
David didn't turn around, but just kept running.
For Reasons Unknown by: Mikau
David woke up to the cool night air. He noticed that he seemed to be sleeping on concrete. He looked up to see about half a dozen dirty, old men not too far from where he was. 'How did I get here?' He thought to himself. 'Am I just dreaming of the shattered life I left behind? It all seems too real to be just a dream.'
David stood up and surveyed his surroundings. 'Definitely not Everworld.' "Uh, excuse me?" David said loudly, hoping someone would hear him.
No one answered. No one even looked at him. David sighed loudly. At this point, one of the men finally turned to look at the dark-haired boy. He looked to be about 45 years old with greasy hair, and a long greasy beard. David winced slightly at the sight of the man as he came a bit closer.
"You say something, kid?"
"Uh, yeah, where am I, exactly? And, if you know, how long have I been here?" David looked up at the older man, awaiting the reply.
"Well, for starters, you're in an alley in Chicago. And I think that I've seen you here everyday for the past year," the man sympathetically placed his hand on the teenager's shoulder. "A little young to be sleeping in an alley, aren't ya?" David looked down, not wanting to think about it. He, then, looked back up at the older man, and cringed at the thought of what he, himself probably looked like now. 'No better than him, no doubt.' David looked down at his mud-caked hands. 'A whole year?' He couldn't help but sigh again.
"Yeah, I guess so," he shrugged, "the weird thing is, I have no idea why I'm out here. I don't remember anything before tonight. Are you sure that it was me out here, and not someone else?"
"Ye-up, it was you alright. What was you name again?"
David exhaled loudly, "My name is David Levin."
The man's eyes went wide, "So, you're that Levin boy that went missing. So, maybe if I turned you in to the police, I just might get a reward." The man started to walk towards David, arms outstretched. That's when David decided that it was a good time to run. Behind him, he heard the man's cries of, "Come back. I just want to be your friend."
David didn't turn around, but just kept running.