Rating - T
Pairings - Bennica Etharah
Summary - An evil force is creeping up on Whitechapel. A familiar enemy might be behind it, with a new, possibly more menacing enemy. When said enemies travel to another universe to find the key to their plan, what does thid have to do with Benny and the gang? Bennica! Ethara! Rory/OC
A/N: I really like this, it was a flimsy idea that became solid, and I've never done a (hopefully) angst story. Let's see how this plays out… Hope you like it, and I already have chapter 2 ready (spiffing it up at the moment) but will only continue if I get reviews. If I do not get any reviews in at least a week or so, I will consider this a flop. SO REVIEW! Even if it's just a word! I allow anonymous reviews, so send 'em in!
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The town was in literal ruins. Each and every building was damaged in one way or another, whether it be on fire or collapsed on multiple fronts. Nameless, faceless corpses lay this way and that, each and everyone lifeless and cold-looking. Smoke rose in billows from the nearest building to him. He stared in disbelief. From what depths of his mind did this nightmare come from?
Only one still stood. Well, two. Him. And... a chick?
The other was a tall, nearly as tall as him, pale girl with dark, straight brown hair that fell down to the start of her ribcage. Her short bangs were swept off to the left of her face. Her eyes, however, were the most distracting, almost entrancing feature. A gentle green, they met his. She couldn't be older than he was, fifteen. She was attractive... in an odd way.
"Hello, Benny Weir." she deadpanned. "Nice to finally be meeting you." she said, as if she had been awaiting this day for many years. The cold, calculating look made him feel as if she were deciding whether if it was worth killing him or not.
"W-who are you?" he stammered, immediately thinking he sounded like Ethan around Sarah. He also wanted to say 'and why do you look like me?' but he didn't.
"Oh, me?" her tone didn't lift to suggest it was a legit question, but he was sure it was. "I'm you, of course." And with that confusing statement, she started to walk away.
Before he could ask what the hell she was talking about, she was simply gone. He had one last glance at the gloomy scene before waking abruptly.
He gasped, sitting straight up and realizing, no one was dead. He was in his room. He knew this because in the dim light from the sunrise, he could see his computer and his desk even more so.
Benny took a deep breath. He scolded himself, no need to be overreacting. Just a dream. A dream like Ethan would have. A wrecked town full of dead bodies and a creepy chick? Yeah... totally not a Benny-dream. He started freaking out again, heart pounding in his ears.
Gah! He couldn't settle his hammering heart, and he supposed now wasn't a horrible time to get up. Or pace, or hyperventilate, or… he was definitely freaking out.
He grabbed a shirt and some jeans and went down the hall to take a hot and (hopefully) refreshing shower.
In another, not too far off, universe...
She was in some dark, awfully familiar place. Every building was wrecked majorly in some way. At certain intervals, some buildings were on fire. Not to mention the bodies- faceless, lifeless, and cold looking- laying everywhere. Most were on sidewalks, but some were mauled and frighteningly devoured in certain places, in the road, lying under cars, and slouched against stop signs.
She, Aliza, was alone, for the most part. There was a cold, sickeningly creepy feeling slithering up her spine and seeping into her soul.
Suddenly she spotted someone. A tall boy, possibly fifteen, who was looking at the scene with an abstruse expression. His gently green eyes were wide with fear, misunderstanding, and uncertainty. His windblown-looking hair was a dark brown and lush with cleanliness. He was awfully attractive...
Suddenly, her stomach twisted. And it wasn't butterflies.
Aliza suddenly felt incapable of feeling any part of her dream-body besides her lips, which were moving of their own accord. And she couldn't stop them.
"Hello, Benny Weir." she said blankly. But her voice wasn't blank. More like dead and emotionless. More importantly, it wasn't hers. It scared her, and easily scared wasn't a term usually used to describe her. Impulsive and sarcastic, yeah. "Nice to finally be meeting you." the cold, lifeless voice said. It chilled her to the bone, and she didn't blame- what's his name- Benny for asking,
"Who are you?" confusedly. There was a pause, in which there was a sound of faint screams.
"Oh, me?" her lifeless voice didn't rise in the slightest to be classified it was a question. But it obviously was. "I'm you, of course." and her fuzzy, obscure dream-conscience stopped working. What?
Suddenly, the dream suddenly disappeared as all other dreams do. Like the flick of a switch, it was gone.
And she was awake.
Woo! Angst-y ending, I hope. Don't worry; you'll learn more about this 'All-mysterious Aliza' next chapter. Hopefully. Nah, I'm kidding. You will.
Trust me, if the story goes as I hope it will, this will all unfold gradually. Baby steps. One step at a time. If you don't know where you're going, any road will take you there. Getting the gist? And the references?
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HAPPY CANADA DAY! - wrote this on Canada Day but internet was down ;'(
~Zellarest