All Your Base Belong To Us
A Dead Person-Chapter One
A lone figure walked along the shore of a giant, black lake. A strong wind ruffled her short, blonde hair when she started jogging. Artemis loved to wake up early and do laps around the lake for exercise. The part of the Americas she lived in was a secret place, exiled from the rest of civilization. The moor-like place included two large lakes, a vast forest and an ancient castle. Her wizarding ancestors had left the place to her, as she was their only living heir.
Said person was now looking sharply at a speck of black on the opposite side of the shore. It looked suspiciously like a person. Wondering why on earth someone would be up at 5 o' clock in the morning, Artemis raced to the other side.
"Hey, sir? Ma'am? How did you—?" She stopped abruptly beside the person. Man. Now that she was closer, she could tell he was in a bad condition. His robes were tattered and torn, his hair unwashed and matted, and one leg was bent at an awkward position; clearly broken. "O-M-G." She uttered, dumbfounded. She bent down and gently prodded his back. "Sir…?" Receiving no response, Artemis assumed the worse.
"Gotta call, gotta, call…where's that blasted cellphone—? Aha!" She whipped out the small, grey cellphone from her pajama pocket and dialed a number, waiting impatiently. He had better wake up soon or there's going to be hell to pay…
------------------
At that very moment, Evinyastar himself was sleeping in bed. According to his reasoning, no sane person should be up before 9 o' clock; exercise or no. It was an understatement to say that he was not happy to hear his cellphone belt out the song "Everybody's Fool by Evanescence" so early. He groped around, his shoulder-length light brown hair covering his eyes.
"H'lo. M'Ev here. Wassup?" He half expected to hear Art's annoying voice sing out, "Rise and shine, Sleeping Boaty!" at the crack of dawn. Stupid Art often got her sayings confused. He could practically see her dark brown eyes dancing with mischief. What he did not expect was hearing a panicked voice shouting, "Ev, you great prat, wake up! There's a dead person by the lake!"
"WHAT!?" He bolted out of bed, disregarding his wrinkled tank top and boxers. "There's a dead person by our lake? How in high heavens did this guy get past the several hundred barriers put around this place? I doubt even Merlin can get past without some serious research first." Ev skidded down the silent stone hallways of his home and ran towards the door at the end of the corridor.
"I dunno. I found him just now, while jogging around the lake. Oooh, wait, I think he's still alive. Has a pulse anyhow. He's all dirty and stuff, like he hasn't washed in weeks and—EW!" He could clearly hear his foster-sister's disgusted screech.
"What?" He left the filthy orphanage, hoping for a nice quiet life out in the middle of nowhere…and got this? The exact opposite of a quiet life, it was. Scowling, he sprinted even faster. The corridor had never seemed this long before…
"There's blood all over him! It's caked on the bottom of his boots, spread over his trousers—just UGH!"
"I'm coming! Stay by him and make sure nothing comes to get 'im." He pressed the off button on his phone and pounded on the door he had finally reached.
"Leo! Leo, get up!" Ev kicked open the door to his foster-brother's room, Leo. The person in question was sitting up in his bed, light blue eyes blinking blearily and running a hand through his tousled dark brown hair.
"'Morning, Ev. What's going on? I heard you r—" He was promptly cut off and dragged out of bed, still in his lime-green polka-dotted pajamas. "Art was out for her morning stroll, you know…"
They hurtled out the room, Ev gripping Leo's wrist. "And found a really beat up person by the lake. She needs you to check up on him, seeing as you're the only one with any medical information."
Throughout this hurried explanation, Leo only yawned. "Let's go then."
The two friends literally flew down the stairs, and hastened out the main doors. In the distance, they spotted Art's extraordinarily blonde hair shining in the glow of the rising sun.
"Art! We're here!" Leo gasped out. Artemis looked up from her kneeling position, relief written all across her face.
"Thank all gods! He's waking up."
As the trio watched, the man stirred and opened his eyes. They were a shockingly emerald color, staring on and on into the distance, glassy.
"He looks like he's got a fever." Leo felt his forehead.
The man jerked upwards. "Don't! Voldemort…followers…Ron…portkey…"
He shuddered and slumped back down from Leo's quivering hand.
"Voldemort?" Ev whispered in shock. "What?" The three stood silently, astonished beyond belief.