Part 1--
The heat radiating off the balloon sent Chloe Aberdeen's deep, rich red curls behind her head with a billow of hot air. She closed her pale green eyes to gaurd them from the heat. Chloe turned to her father who was helping the servants take thier bags out of the car. She looked at her reflection in the window. She was happy with what she saw. Her pretty face and smooth skin which led down to her great figure which she worked hard on every night.
"When are we leaving, daddy?" Chloe asked, her years of training to sound proper showed when she spoke. She had a Brittish accent that sounded like she had been brought up by the head of an obideince school. She looked up at her father as he twirled a finger around his moustache. Doctor Leonardo Aberdeen of His Royal Navy. Her father was a tall man, so Chloe hardly stood next to him, it made her look shorter then she was, five feet tall, without heels. Leonardo was the most respected doctor in the Royal Navy, and the Aberdeen family lived like royalty themselves because of it. He looked up from the luggage at her.
"As soon as all of our things get here, Love." He told her and patted her shoulder. She smiled and walked over to the ballon. The trip to an island in the middle of the Atlantic was for her dad to work on an experiment. She was going as an excuse for her parents to spend time with her before she went to college in a few weeks. Chloe looked into the front seat. Her mother sat in the passenger seat with a big white and blue hat covering the majority of her face. What Chloe could see of Jelasia Aberdeen was about two small ringlets barely touching her cheek. Her eyes were closed in despair. She was always in a state of despair, well it seemed like that. Chloe's mother was a woman who lived her entire life in luxury and one day woke up and hated it. Chloe smiled at her mother, whose eyes were still closed.
There was a loud whistle and Chloe's head shot up. She saw the man loading thier baggage onto the balloon basket. The family servent, Norville came around, out of nowhere, and opened the door for Jelasia. The woman stepped out of the car, Chloe was short like her mother, but not tired. Norville guided Jelasia torwards the balloon. She sat on a large wicker trunk, she didn't need to worry about her weight damaging the trunk though, she was frail and thin. Chloe's father came around into the balloon excitedly.
"Ready for a tropical getaway you'll never forget, girls?" He shouted when the piolet got into the basket. Chloe smiled and sat on the trunk next to her mother. The piolet pulled on the brass lever and with a shot of hot air, Chloe saw the ground go farther and farther away as she began a trip to a week of vacation. Or so she thought.
***
"Oh, come on now Veronica, Challenger won't mind!" Marguerite taunted. "Besides, how much help in this experiment are you really? Let's go find a nice spot and have a picnic."
"I'd like to go on a picnic." Said a voice from behind them. Malone stood with an apple in his hand.
"Isn't eavsdropping one of the seven deadly sins?" Marguerite said and waved him off. She walked away from the two of them and out of the treehouse. Veronica rolled her eyes and smiled at her friend.
"Ned, what would you say if I told you I had a feeling something was going to happen today?" She asked and crossed her arms with a vauge smile.
"I'd say we'd better watch for something to happen." He looked out the window as he said this. "You and your gut feelings. The weather's great today." He said obviously trying to change the subject. "Want to go for a swim?" Veronica looked up at him and walk torwards him slowly.
"I'll race you down to the ground." She said sweetly and quickly, he barely noticed she'd said that until she ran torwards the elevator and pulled on the rope hard with a big smile. Ned laughed and watched the clouds float by slowly past the sun.
***
With a clap of thunder the balloon tipped to the left. Chloe screamed as she was tossed halfway over the basket. The piolet grabbed her by the waist.
"Are you alright Miss?" He shouted over the weather. Chloe looked around frantically. Her father threw over another bag.
"Daddy, whats going on? Are we going to be ok?" She cryed. Chloe couldn't see him anymore, they were going through another cloud and she couldn't even see the piolet standing infront of her. But her father could see in front of him, his wife stood by the edge of the basket and looked down into the turbulant waters.
"Leonardo, we're not going to make it are we?" She asked looking in the same state of sadness as any other day.
"Jelasia it's alright, we'll be fine. The piolet is getting this all under control." He shouted trying to sound soothing. "Just sit down over here." He said and tryed to take a hold of her wrist.
"No Leo. I'm not sitting down. We've taken most of the weight off the balloon and yet we are still uncontrollable. I'm not going to live trough this. I'm not strong enough." She sighed. "Don't let Chloe see me." She smiled at him and untied the hat from under her chin. "Give this to her for me." She handed it to him. Chloe looked up and watched as her mother waved at her father and fell backwards into the murky Atlantic ocean. Chloe fainted on the spot. The piolet began to try and revive her but was of no luck.
"Mr. Aberdeen we need to stay focused if we plan to survive." He said and took the hat out of his hand. Leonardo took it back and placed it over Chloe's face. The winds just got worse and the piolet convinced Leonardo Aberdeen to jump ship and Chloe was left on the floor of the basket with her dead mother's hat on her face. With her father's prayers that she some how survived. Prayer is a wonderful, powerful thing.
{A/N: Ok, so what do you think, if it's not good I'll just get rid of it but I hope you guys like it! Oh by the way: I don't own Lost World or anything (DUH!) Please reply! I LOVE YOU! I wrote it before Malone went away, but of course he's not away, but you know what I mean. Ok? (More mindless rambling)}
The heat radiating off the balloon sent Chloe Aberdeen's deep, rich red curls behind her head with a billow of hot air. She closed her pale green eyes to gaurd them from the heat. Chloe turned to her father who was helping the servants take thier bags out of the car. She looked at her reflection in the window. She was happy with what she saw. Her pretty face and smooth skin which led down to her great figure which she worked hard on every night.
"When are we leaving, daddy?" Chloe asked, her years of training to sound proper showed when she spoke. She had a Brittish accent that sounded like she had been brought up by the head of an obideince school. She looked up at her father as he twirled a finger around his moustache. Doctor Leonardo Aberdeen of His Royal Navy. Her father was a tall man, so Chloe hardly stood next to him, it made her look shorter then she was, five feet tall, without heels. Leonardo was the most respected doctor in the Royal Navy, and the Aberdeen family lived like royalty themselves because of it. He looked up from the luggage at her.
"As soon as all of our things get here, Love." He told her and patted her shoulder. She smiled and walked over to the ballon. The trip to an island in the middle of the Atlantic was for her dad to work on an experiment. She was going as an excuse for her parents to spend time with her before she went to college in a few weeks. Chloe looked into the front seat. Her mother sat in the passenger seat with a big white and blue hat covering the majority of her face. What Chloe could see of Jelasia Aberdeen was about two small ringlets barely touching her cheek. Her eyes were closed in despair. She was always in a state of despair, well it seemed like that. Chloe's mother was a woman who lived her entire life in luxury and one day woke up and hated it. Chloe smiled at her mother, whose eyes were still closed.
There was a loud whistle and Chloe's head shot up. She saw the man loading thier baggage onto the balloon basket. The family servent, Norville came around, out of nowhere, and opened the door for Jelasia. The woman stepped out of the car, Chloe was short like her mother, but not tired. Norville guided Jelasia torwards the balloon. She sat on a large wicker trunk, she didn't need to worry about her weight damaging the trunk though, she was frail and thin. Chloe's father came around into the balloon excitedly.
"Ready for a tropical getaway you'll never forget, girls?" He shouted when the piolet got into the basket. Chloe smiled and sat on the trunk next to her mother. The piolet pulled on the brass lever and with a shot of hot air, Chloe saw the ground go farther and farther away as she began a trip to a week of vacation. Or so she thought.
***
"Oh, come on now Veronica, Challenger won't mind!" Marguerite taunted. "Besides, how much help in this experiment are you really? Let's go find a nice spot and have a picnic."
"I'd like to go on a picnic." Said a voice from behind them. Malone stood with an apple in his hand.
"Isn't eavsdropping one of the seven deadly sins?" Marguerite said and waved him off. She walked away from the two of them and out of the treehouse. Veronica rolled her eyes and smiled at her friend.
"Ned, what would you say if I told you I had a feeling something was going to happen today?" She asked and crossed her arms with a vauge smile.
"I'd say we'd better watch for something to happen." He looked out the window as he said this. "You and your gut feelings. The weather's great today." He said obviously trying to change the subject. "Want to go for a swim?" Veronica looked up at him and walk torwards him slowly.
"I'll race you down to the ground." She said sweetly and quickly, he barely noticed she'd said that until she ran torwards the elevator and pulled on the rope hard with a big smile. Ned laughed and watched the clouds float by slowly past the sun.
***
With a clap of thunder the balloon tipped to the left. Chloe screamed as she was tossed halfway over the basket. The piolet grabbed her by the waist.
"Are you alright Miss?" He shouted over the weather. Chloe looked around frantically. Her father threw over another bag.
"Daddy, whats going on? Are we going to be ok?" She cryed. Chloe couldn't see him anymore, they were going through another cloud and she couldn't even see the piolet standing infront of her. But her father could see in front of him, his wife stood by the edge of the basket and looked down into the turbulant waters.
"Leonardo, we're not going to make it are we?" She asked looking in the same state of sadness as any other day.
"Jelasia it's alright, we'll be fine. The piolet is getting this all under control." He shouted trying to sound soothing. "Just sit down over here." He said and tryed to take a hold of her wrist.
"No Leo. I'm not sitting down. We've taken most of the weight off the balloon and yet we are still uncontrollable. I'm not going to live trough this. I'm not strong enough." She sighed. "Don't let Chloe see me." She smiled at him and untied the hat from under her chin. "Give this to her for me." She handed it to him. Chloe looked up and watched as her mother waved at her father and fell backwards into the murky Atlantic ocean. Chloe fainted on the spot. The piolet began to try and revive her but was of no luck.
"Mr. Aberdeen we need to stay focused if we plan to survive." He said and took the hat out of his hand. Leonardo took it back and placed it over Chloe's face. The winds just got worse and the piolet convinced Leonardo Aberdeen to jump ship and Chloe was left on the floor of the basket with her dead mother's hat on her face. With her father's prayers that she some how survived. Prayer is a wonderful, powerful thing.
{A/N: Ok, so what do you think, if it's not good I'll just get rid of it but I hope you guys like it! Oh by the way: I don't own Lost World or anything (DUH!) Please reply! I LOVE YOU! I wrote it before Malone went away, but of course he's not away, but you know what I mean. Ok? (More mindless rambling)}
