Disclaimer: Alexander and his father belong to me, but not Chronicles of Narnia. Good 'ol C.S Lewis owns them.
A/N: This is the first part of the prelude to the first of the Warp . com series. Hopefully it can sustain you untill the second part of the prelude is written. And if you are confused by the end of this chapter, good. You're supposed to be. And yes, there is a PotC line. There may be more from other movies in later chapters. Oh, and if it's not true that there's more alcohol and it's cheaper in England, I'm sorry. If it is true, then yay. I got something right.
Alright, I'll shut up now. Time for you to read!
Prelude, Part One – Alexander
Alexander Kinsley hated computers.
He sighed – rather loudly – and continued with his research. You guessed it – English project. The 16-year-old junior clicked on a link to 'encyclopedia . com.' He mumbled some curse when a pop-up obscured his vision of the 'ever helpful' (that's sarcasm for those who need to be informed) encyclopedia site. As he clicked the little 'x,' he was quite surprised when the screen went totally white.
Wait.. I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's go back to the beginning of this.. interesting day…
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Alex reached over and shut off his alarm clock, which was screeching these very annoying little beeps at him. When had the damn thing gotten so loud? He yawned, slowly sitting up and absentmindedly scratching his head.
He was definitely not a morning person.
Groggily looking around, he sighed and tossed the covers off him, standing up and stumbling into the bathroom down the hall.
Meet Alexander Kinsley, all five-foot-seven inches of him. His hair's a light brown, streaked with blonde, and curls over his eyes and just brushes his shoulders. He's what you would call a 'bookworm,' and therefore not the most popular guy at school. He much rather bury himself in a good book, or practice archery then bother with girls or other things. He isn't horrible to look at, though, with his slightly long hair and almost golden hazel eyes. They were once full of light and life, those eyes, but ever since the death of his mom and his dad's recent transfer from being a fun-loving father to a drunken idiot. The boy was able to find council in books, though. Not to mention trying to hit the bulls-eye with a mere arrow and a bow. He had taught himself, ever since his father had bought him a beginner's bow, and was now pretty good.
He managed to get himself back into his room, attempted to comb his unruly hair, and finally threw on a fresh T-shirt and jeans before lumbering down the steps. He passed the living room door and saw his father passed out on the couch, a whiskey bottle still in his hand.
"Right where I left you," Alex mumbled in a slightly sleepy American accent.
With a sigh, he walked into the kitchen, toasted some bread, picked up his bag, and left for school.
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Now.. the school day isn't that important, so I won't bother you with the boring details. Let's see.. where should we jump too.. Ah, yes. The walk home. Particular nasty afternoon, it was.
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Alexander looked up at the rain -through strands of light hair that clung to his face - with disdain. He hated England's weather. They had moved here, his father and him, after his mother had died. His dad said it was because there were more jobs here. Alex knew it was because there was more alcohol and less to pay for it.
Hoisting his backpack onto his shoulder again – it had been sliding off – he continued to trudge home, wondering what the hell he was going to do for his English project.
'Pick a certain topic or subject and research it, writing a full description and all the information you found in your own words' Yeah. That was specific. He may get good grades, but English was definitely his worst subject. Which was odd, considering how much he loved to read.
He raised his head, looking around. No one else was out. He didn't blame them, with this weather.
Wait..
There was someone else. He squinted through the dark and rain. Naw, just a girl, running across the street. She met his eyes and continued on. As did Alex, eyes turned foreword once more.
But this time something elsecaught his eyes. Was.. was that a lion? He rubbed his eyes, and looked again, but the large cat was gone. He blinked and shook his head. Great. Now he was seeing things. The sooner he got home, the better. Something about the rain and the rumbling of thunder seemed.. foreboding.
He finally arrived at the familiar steps of his house, and was soon inside and hanging up his dripping-wet jacket, knowing his father wouldn't give a damn if there was a huge puddle on the kitchen floor. The alcoholic didn't notice much of anything anymore, let alone his own son. Alex absent-mindedly wondered how he was still living. He rarely ate or went outside. Whether God had a sense of humor and kept him alive to 'entertain' Alex or his father just had the devil's luck, he didn't know.
"Where have you been?" a rough, slurred voice demanded of him as the junior passed the living room. The boy stopped, looking into the messy room.
"At school, dad," he replied flatly, and left before his father could answer. All he heard was incoherent mumbling as he escaped into his room.
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Now.. this brings us to where we are now. Alex had been on the computer for quite some time now, still not sure just what he was researching. The storm was still going on, and frankly, he didn't care. Then that stupid little pop-up came up.
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As he clicked the little 'x,' he was quite surprised when the screen went totally white. Wait.. not totally white. Suddenly, little black words formed in the center of the screen. He frowned and squinted at the screen.
"'Welcome to Warp-dot-com,'"Alex read aloud. Then, as suddenly as it had turned white, the entire screen went black.
So did Alex's world.