MMMM Second Chapter. So soonnn? Of course, gotta get people reading, right?
Yeah, obviouslyyy.
I can't wait until Hayley meets Jamie! What a cutee pairing.
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PS- all of the characters besides Hayley and any random newbies I decide to add in are STEPHENIE MEYERS, not mine. Get it right, get it tight people.
HPOV
About thirty minutes' walk later, we reached a mountain. He walked right up to the base of it, pushed aside a rock, and a tunnel appeared. He must have seen my eyes grow wide because he said "Yeah, it takes some getting used to."
"It's amazing," I breathed, and then marched right in. It was perfect, the perfect hiding spot from the creeps…souls. Hidden, in a not-so-extraordinary-looking mountain, was a whole patchwork of tunnels! And even more incredible, I could already hear the hum of life, of human life!
"Well, this is home. Jeb's Caves." I had no idea who Jeb was, or even if he'd let me stay, but I wanted to hug him. I felt like dancing, I felt like singing, I felt…at home.
"How old are you, anyway?" Ian and I had talked on the walk back, he knew basically my whole life's story, except for the boring stuff, and I knew some of the stories behind the caves, but we had neglected to actually talk about ourselves.
"I'm fifteen. Sixteen this August," I said proudly.
"Hm, only a few months younger than Jamie," I didn't know who Jamie was, but I was barely paying attention. By then we had walked into a huge, well lit room, full of…humans! I could feel my jaw dropping, my mouth forming an "o," my hand coming up to cover it, but I did none of it. I was in shock.
"Hayley, this is…mostly everyone. There are around thirty of us here, but there are more coming everyday. Like you!" Ian said. I just stared. I knew I looked horrible, with my white tanktop completely bloodsoaked and ripped on the left side and my entire body covered in bruises and my hair a rats tail I didn't even want to think about..
"Ian, who is this poor child?" A woman walked up to me, obviously used to being in charge. She was tall, much taller than me, with short black hair and hazel eyes.
"Mel, this is Hayley. I found her at that plane wreck we heard this morning, I went to go check it out."
"That wasn't smart, Ian. The souls are going to have seekers covering that thing like ants on spilled food pretty soon, what if you had been caught?"
"I knew they wouldn't find it for a couple hours, it wasn't that big of a risk. And I didn't even know that souls could crash a plane, they are so careful about everything. I thought that it was obvious that there would have been human intervention on it."
"I can see what you were thinking, but you still should have told one of us where you were going. Wanda was worried sick!"
"Oh, shoot, I thought I'd be back sooner, I'm going to go find her as soon as I look after…" Remembering me, they turned in my direction just as I swayed, loosing balance. The girl rushed over to me, grabbing me under the right arm to steady me.
"She lost a lot of blood, come on let's get her to Doc…" Just as I closed my eyes, I felt my sense of gravity shift, and I stiffened before realizing Ian must have lifted me up, and then I drifted into a dreamless, fitful sleep.
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When I awoke, I was laying on a long, hard cot in a well lit room filled with tools and boxes and odd looking tanks. I sat up slowly, grabbing for my side, where I felt instead of my messed up flesh, a new bandage.
"You did a good job beating yourself up, honey. Don't rush getting up, you don't want to re-tear your side," a kind looking man was looking down on me from the next cot, standing to come over to me.
"I'm Doc, it's nice to meet you. Ian told me your name is Hayley?" I nodded, appreciating his warm smile and returning one.
"Hayley Marie. I'm fifteen," I added, before he could ask. He smiled at me again, nodding, and asked how I felt.
"Fine, surprisingly, since I did feel like I had gotten punched in the side by Edward Scissorhands." I said, and he laughed.
"I like you, your funny. And it looked like you did, too. What happened?"
"I was hiding in a suitcase, in the cargo compartment of the plane, and I got really uncomfortable, so I got out and was heading towards the stairs when the plane…jumped, in the air, almost. It flipped over, all the suitcases landed on me, and I ended up on top of something really sharp that was bruising the hell out of my side. When we hit the ground, the impact caused whatever I landed on to tear into me. I had to remove it, but it was too dark to see clearly what it was. I still don't know," I said sadly.
"Ouch," Doc agreed, shuddering slightly. "Well, whatever it was sure beat the crap out of your side. It was a pretty clean wound though, and the medicines we get from raids on the souls healed it up pretty dang well. The bandage isn't really necessary, you can take it off if you'd like, it really was just to keep you from freaking out when you woke up." I looked down at the bandage on my side, noticing for the first time that it was looser than it should have been. I took it off, feeling only a little bit stiff, and was amazed to see not even a scratch on my side where the ugly bruise and laceration had been.
"Yeah, the bandage was a good idea," I whispered, fingering my side slowly. Had I dreamed it all? No, the crash had been real enough, and where I was now looked like a cave.
"Where are my clothes?" I just noticed that I was wearing an oversized, light blue men's button down that was far too large for me, even with the sleeves rolled up and all the buttons done. My jeans, old and stretched out, were also gone, to be replaced by black shorts, short enough to be called cute in my books but also a bit large, but thankfully women's.
"We disposed of them. They were horrible ruined, especially that shirt. Those are my wife's shorts your wearing, she donated them to you last night. And my shirt, which I don't want back, so don't feel bad cuttin' it down to size for yourself," Doc replied.
"Oh, Doc, thank you, but don't you need this?" I asked.
"Nah, with Wanda raiding now, we have enough clothes to go around and more. Don't worry, once she has your size, she'll be buying for you, too."
"Who's Wanda?" I asked.
"I am," I looked over at the smallest, cutest, frailest women ever only to notice…her eyes reflected silver.
Uh-oh... How's Soul-Hater gonna react to Wanda?
It's pretty obvious right? I'm gonna try to make the wayyyy too predictable AHHH SOUL scene nice and short, so those of us who know exactly how it's gonna go can skip right over ittt.
Sound good?
I think soo.
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