Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious or its characters, they're property of someone else along with some other characters, songs or images found in here.
Note: POSSIBLE DEAD OF CHARACTERS, PAIRS ARE NOT DETERMINED YET. BASED ON MCR DANGER DAYS ALBUM CONCEPT.
LOOK ALIVE, SUNSHINE
A world where no art is allowed. That's what earth has become. No painting, no writing, no singing, no dancing, no acting... Nothing. You can't express on any visual or auditive form. You only are allowed to use your hands to work on the factories, your mouth to answer questions and your ears to attach orders. Everything went black and white, with no colors. Black and white and all the grey in between.
Imagine, what that meant for us. Practically kids, aspirants to be singers, actors, dancers, musicians... We became targets. We were chased, captured and locked in that big white building to be 'instructed' about the new regimen. No one knew what that meant but if you refused you were treated like a criminal (who knows what they did to all the famous people?) The lucky ones? We ran away. Others were captured, and since then, we know nothing about them.
All kind of artistic schools or colleges were destroyed, dissolved or closed. Hollywood arts is now ruins; bricks, stones and dust and we, we are fugitives and by 'we' I meant the only ones I am with. Robbie, Cat and Sinjin among other ones we met on the getaway. We hid in that little room Cat lived before Jade took her with her nona. We watched as Andre was captured, so was Beck, after punching a man in white uniform who tried to pin down Jade. We know nothing about her.
Robbie took me and Cat there, and Sinjin followed us. After an hour of hiding we decided to sneak off from the school just in time before white vans came and blew off the building. Oh yeah, Rex got lost too.
"How's the weather, Robbie?"
"Oh, the weather outside is frightful!" he sang.
"Robbie!"
"Polluted! As every day on the last half year, Tori. Why you have to ask for the weather every time? Is polluted! Contaminated!" He said on the inter communicator.
"Do not yell at me! I want to know if is there rain, or signs of rain, or whatever more unusual than polluted" I said.
"It's 'clear'. No rain and no signs of rain or pollution clouds. In fact, there is a little hole up there, I could swear I saw a star..." He said.
"A star!? Robbie! Did you say a star!? Where? What direction!?" said another voice on the i.c., a very childish girly voice.
"Calm down, Cat. That might be one of those little planes they send to look for us, or anything else that is not allowed. Now be quiet." I said, imagining little Cat's sad eyes. "Cat, stay there ok? And stay quiet. You know your job and remember in a few minutes I'm not Tori and you are not Cat"
"I know..." she said. "What was Robbie's name again?"
"Puppet Master" he answered, with excitement. I feel he's still not over Rex lost.
"Guys, Sinjin says he is ready. He will send the signal so we know when to start. Ready?"
"Wait!" Said Cat. "What's the signal?"
Before I could say anything, a song began to play somewhere far from our positions. I knew the song and the rhythm made me feel full of adrenaline. Sheena is a parasite.
"There it is our signal" I said to myself. "Puppet Master, tell us when to go forward. You are our guide"
"Got it. The vans are rushing out to wherever our Golden Lighting (Sinjin) played the music. Two minutes to go" he answered.
"I'm already approaching the trash chute. I'll get the mail" said Silent Striker (Cat).
"Good. I'm already inside, I'm getting the cans and anything else that serves" I said, after climbing the building's sewer. We are looking for food, clothes and whatever else useful like batteries, lanterns, blankets and well, guns.
I do not like the idea of carrying guns, but we have to protect ourselves. And, anyway, those are not killing guns. Whatever they do with people, they don't kill. Mortal weapons were destroyed and those white soldiers (we call them Caspers… except they are not friendly at all but they wear white masks with a smiley face on them), they carry this paralyzing weapons. We got some by assaulting some warehouses. This is one of those.
"Golden Lighting to Lady Banshee (yeah, that's my nickname)… I found something really cool and useful. Silent Striker is with me already. We have the mail and lots of cans. We're going to pick you and Puppet Master. Get ready"
"How come her nickname is so lethal and mine remembers me my sister…" I said to myself. "I hope you're okay Treen… wherever you are and mom and dad…"
The song was still playing but almost finishing when an orange old car stopped in front of me. Sinjin and Cat came out of it and started to put all the stuff in the trunk.
"A car? You stole a car?" I asked.
"Is fast, and we need it. Besides, is not from them so this has no gps device so we won't be followed or anything" said Sinjin.
"it is orange. Bright orange. You think Caspers are blind?"
"Come on To… Lady Banshee… we have to hurry up, the song is finishing and they'll be back. Besides we have to avoid them and…"
"And what?"
"Little Silent Striker here says there's mail for you… oh look, wires, batteries, magnets… I can work something with this. Blankets and… no guns?" said Sinjin, but I was very shocked about what he said. There was mail for me.
Since we ran, all the families of the lost ones started to send letters, cards, pictures and lots of things that always ended on these places. The warehouses kept everything confiscated and after a while they just burn it. Cat found the mail and every warehouse was similar, so we always knew were to search for anything.
Half the warehouse was full of Good Earth Industries (the company that made all of this happen) stuff. Canned food, black and white and grey clothes, and all the stuff they made. Practically everything was now Good Earth Industries Brand. All other brands disappeared. The other half (the half we always looted) was full of things before their arrival.
"Puppet Master to Silent Striker…" Cat's radio said. "Guys hurry up. I found some weird devices and water and clothes. We are running out of time"
"Got it Puppet Master, we are coming" said Cat giggling as she spoke on code as Sinjin closed the trunk.
"We are ready for him, let's go" he said.
We all jumped in the car. We picked Robbie and the boxes he found and, well, broke out. Literally we broke a closed entrance and the fence around the building.
We made it to the junkyard that served us as home. One of some places we hid in. That junkyard, and abandoned train station and some sub stations were our hiding places now. Our home.
"Fifteen minutes" said Sinjin. "Thirty minutes less than when we come back walking and sneaking in the shadows"
"Yeah, just… turn off the engine Sinjin, and make sure it has no gps so we are not going to be found" said Tori, taking some boxes and passing them to the rest of the people waiting for them.
"Tori, here" said Cat, handing to the half latina an envelope with her name on it. "It doesn't have a remittent, and I guess you're the only Tori Vega I know in L.A."
"Thanks, Cat" said the tanned one. "I'm going to… ask Freddie to help the guys to unload everything"
"Got it" said Cat, and bounced away from her friend.
Tori stared at the handwriting on the envelope, trying to remember who was the owner of it, but it had happened a lot since she saw the handwriting of someone other than Cat, Robbie, Sinjin, Freddie and Burf (yes, Burf was with the group too, among others).
She was struggling to open it. What if it had bad news? What if it was from Beck or Andre, telling her they were okay? What if it was from her parents? She was scared to get bad news from it, but she had to know. Tori ripped the envelope and took out the little paper sheet in it, and read it.
"One seven, eighty three. Ninety seven left obtuse, on the air, stay away of spiders. Some are safe, some are not. Find us at morning"
"What the hell does this mean?" said Tori to herself, when Leah (another one in the group) called her.
"Tori, the food it's being rationed but, we're running out of it fast…" said the blonde girl.
"I know… Robbie and Freddie are working on it"
"You… you got mail? Is good news?"
"No idea, Lead. It has no sense to me" said Tori, handing the piece of paper to her.
"Uhmm… 17,83. 97 left obtuse… is it a code?" asked Leah
"I have no idea… do me a favor, call Robbie and Freddie… and Sinjin" and the blonde girl did so. Even if she was not called, Cat went to meet with Tori too.
They tried to figure out the meaning of the message, with no success.
"What does obtuse mean?" asked Cat.
"It means… is a way to call a person who doesn't get the simplest things" said Freddie.
"So, 97 left obtuse could mean there are 97 obtuse persons somewhere?" said Robbie.
"But, what is the air and spiders things?" asked Tori. "Stay away from spiders?"
"And the find us at morning thing…" said Robbie.
"I thought obtuse was an angle, like, that thing they taught us on math class" said Cat, not getting anyone's but Sinjin's attention.
"That's true too" said Sinjin, staying out of the rest trying to figure out the message and paying attention to Cat. He knew what it was like to be ignored, he was before all of this and Cat wasn't, because she had friends.
"Spider make webs… webs are gross so, I get why the person don't like spiders" continued Cat, with Sinjin smiling politely to her. Now she was ignored, because she was a little childish and he was not, because he was smart enough to help in the nights they were out looking for food. "Find us at morning? Wouldn't it had been easier if the person said an hour and A.M. instead? I think someone is pranking us" and then it hit him.
"Wait… "One seven, eighty three… Ninety seven left obtuse, on the air, stay away of spiders. Some are safe, some are not. Find us at morning" Guys! We got it! Said Sinjin, standing up and getting everybody's attention. "Cat got it, well she doesn't know but she did!"
"Did I?" asked Cat, while Sinjin ran out of the old, rusty van they were in, coming back a minute later with an old transistor radio they found before and a couple of batteries, putting the batteries in the radio and turning it on.
"Yes you did, Cat" said Sinjin. "17,83 is the station… 97 left obtuse is, I guess, the approximation of the angle the aerial must be… on the air means, the radio, the spiders mean the web, we must not use internet and… and at morning is AM on the radio so…"
"If someone receives this, stay tuned. We are really close to the GEI building, they would never find us here we hope. Some are safe, some are not. We hope to find a way to get then back. We need all the help we can get. We'll give you the code for the next station tomorrow, after the curfew… If someone receives this, stay tuned. We are…"
And the message was repeating and repeating after that. Someone was asking for help, to get back people of somewhere. The most surprisingly thing about all of that was the voice talking.
"Sikowitz!" said Robbie, Tori, Cat and Sinjin with smiles on their faces. Their crazy teacher was, somehow, alive and sending messages to his students.
"I bet he sent letters for everybody, hoping someone to find the signal" said Robbie.
"and if he changes the code every time, he must send them every day" said Sinjin.
"What do we do now?" asked Cat.
"Wait… wait for tomorrow's transmission and… and we'll see after that" said Tori, with a little hope inside of her. Someone she knew was safe and sound and trying to save more people. Her teacher, the crazy one with the coconuts addiction never left them. He was trying to reach and save his kids. "Wherever he is, they are… whoever they are, we need to join them and then… we'll see" said Tori, smiling to the people she had with her.
End of Chapter 1-
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