The Webmaster

Inspired by the Alton Towers Ice Show

Disclaimer; I do not own the plot or the Webmaster. They belong to Alton Towers, Merlin, Tussauds etc. For creative purposes I have changed the name and gender of the main character. In the show, it is a boy, Jason. In my version it is a girl, Kathy. I didn't want to copy the whole story entirely but this is the first time I have ever written a fanfic so please forgive me if I do something wrong.

So, without further delay, I give you my version of The Webmaster.

Where would we be without a little imagination? How could we tell a story that has no imagination within its words? It would be very dull, if it had no action, romance, fact, fiction or even characters to name a few. Without imagination, life would seem very boring indeed. It would just be a mess of numbers, and colours all blending into each other until they have no meaning or purpose what so ever.

Kathy had never really cared much for imagination. She didn't care much for going outside either. What she did prefer though was to sit at her computer in her bedroom all day long, scrolling through web pages day after day, wasting her life away. This is where our story begins, three o'clock on a sunny Sunday afternoon in her bedroom.

Very little light managed to trickle through the bedroom window. The curtains were always shut in order to block out the outside world. The only source of light inside the room emanated from the large computer screen monitors – three in total – that never seemed to have had their 'shut down' button pressed. The telltale sign was a great amount of heat radiated from them. What somehow managed to prevent a fire risk was an electric cooling fan installed into the backs of the machines.

The room itself was a complete and utter mess. Cables and wires of every width and length littered the carpet and hung down over the light fittings and shelves. An unmade bed lay in the one corner, piled high with creased clothes and computer manuals.

There were no posters in the room. Or photos or magazines like a normal teenager's bedroom. Kathy didn't feel the need for them. There were plenty of images and news on the computer, in her opinion. Speaking of which, she was sat behind one now. Constantly clicking the mouse and keyboard was a daily ritual to her. And it was music to her ears. At least until her mother interrupted, that is.

''You have a message from downstairs.'' declared the monotonous voice from the smallest monitor. This was used as a telephone/webcam that Kathy personally installed around the house. It was easier than walking into the room to talk to someone in her eyes, anyway.

''Which room?'' asked Kathy as she clicked away at her keyboard.

''Kitchen'' came the reply.

''From who?''

'' Your mother.'' This time, the voice was different. It belonged to Kathy's mother, and she was in one heck of a bad mood.

''Kathy, what have you been doing? Dinner was ready half an hour ago. Sometimes I don't know what to do with you. When I was your age, I would join my friends outside and play in the sun. When was the last time you actually saw the sun?''

Her mother ranted and raved like this many times a week. As always Kathy just rolled her eyes and made 'yakkety-yak' gestures.

''Please sweetheart. Come downstairs and have something to eat, and go and play outside. Stretch your imagination a little bit. I'm starting to think that you don't have any imagination at all.'' And with a click, her mother cut the off the conversation.

''No imagination at all, she says. I'll show her. I can create anything I want if I wished.''

Kathy lied back in her chair and began to concentrate. But after a while, nothing came to mind.

''This is harder than it looks,'' She sighed, exasperatedly, ''I could really do with some help.''

No sooner had she said those words, there was an almighty crash and the lights flickered. Jumping up in fright, Kathy whirled around to face her mirror where the noise had come from. There, standing behind the mirrors frame, stood a man. He looked little older than her and a lot taller too. There was something about him that seemed odd.

He wore a strange circuitry headgear that covered his left eye and small lights flashed continuously on and off - like a heartbeat. His apparel consisted of a black poet's shirt underneath a breastplate with circuits similar to that on his headgear. He wore emerald green trousers and black, knee-length boots. A cape of deep crimson adorned his shoulders and trailed down to the floor. To look at he was quite handsome, his only flaw was a deep scar that ran down over the right eye that wasn't covered over.

Finally, Kathy summoned the courage to speak. ''Who are you?'' her voice came out as a startled squeak.

''I am the Webmaster.'' He answered simply, giving a bow.

''The Webmaster?'' repeated Kathy, ''How did you get here?''

''You sent for me, of course. I am your guide to the world of imagination''

He clicked his fingers and in his hands appeared a metal orb. He twirled it around his hand for a few seconds and then released it from his grip. But instead of falling to the ground, the orb hovered in the air as if held by an unseen force. The Webmaster then plucked a hoop from mid air and moved it around the ball to show there was nothing supporting it. Kathy stared on in shock and amazement at the sight, before both hoop and orb disappeared from sight with a gesture of the Webmasters hands.

''How are you gonna show me how to use my imagination.'' She crossed her arms in disbelief. Despite what she had seen, she still wanted some proof.

''It's simple. Follow me,'' he held out a gloved hand to her. Kathy stared at him; she had no trust with this stranger who had 'magically' appeared in her room.

'' I can assure you that I mean no harm, dear Kathy. You summoned me after all. I am only here to help you learn what power you have with imagination.'' He gave her a pleading look, there was no hint of cruelty in his eyes. Kathy swore that she saw a flicker of what looked like hope in his eyes but he blinked twice hiding his true emotions from her view.

Reluctantly Kathy took a step forward towards him. ''It won't be dangerous will it? Where we're going?''

''I promise you now; no harm will come to you. I would never allow it to happen to any student under my care.''

At his words, Kathy knew that she could trust him. His words were genuine and as though he spoke from the heart. With a brief pause she held out her own hand and held on to his. There was a great flash of light and seconds later, they were no longer standing in her room.

They were now in the WebWorld.

So how was it? Good? Bad? Terrible beyond reason? Please review but don't flame me because a) no idea what it means. b) I imagine it's bad so don't do it.

If you are interested in the original story, you can watch it on Youtube. It's pretty good if you like ice-skating/dancing or magical illusions.