Alright, heres chapter two. And I hit 1K words with this one! (Woop woop!) So, yeah. Read n review n stuff.

"Kiss me!" She glows a bright shade of red.

"Huh?" I say, "I know I'm incredibly sexy and all, but geez, now's not the time!"

She rolls her eyes.

"T-that's not what I meant!"

"Well then what did you mean?"

"A k-kiss is how you seal the contract! So you can be my familiar!" she shouts, exasperated.

I ponder my situation for a moment, and quickly realize that this whole thing is insane. Absolutely insane.

"So I can't go home, I'm in a new world I know nothing about, and I am about to become your slave."

"It's not slavery! A master befriends and loves his familiar!"

"I still don't like it." I grumble. I pull out a cigarette and light it.

Before we continue you probably want to know about me. I'm Jonny Carter. I'm sixteen years old, 5'3, black hair. I'm a citizen of Rapture. Or was. I'm skinny but strong. I wear an old fisherman's coat that smells like the sea, pants and work boots. I smoke, drink and splice. (Yup, I'm a model teenager.) Hobbies: Not Dying and inventing plasmids. Anyhow, back to the story.

"Well," I say, stretching and yawning, "This has been fun, but I don't wanna be a slave, so see ya!"

I grin and go invisible.

I watch for a moment as everyone panics, and I try hard to suppress a giggle. They all start running around, freaking out. A blond girl runs over to the blond guy and helps him up. He's still blubbering. A girl with bright red hair and, hehe, big breasts looks around with a sly grin on her face and a blush on her cheek. One guy, tall and bald, starts using what I think is Incinerate! to try to thaw out that kid I froze. Everyone's going nuts except for the pink haired girl. She just falls to the ground and starts crying. 'Whats wrong with her?' Some of the other kids notice her and start to laugh, chanting:

"Louise the Zero! Louise the Zero!"

At first I pretend not to notice. But suddenly, I feel.. sympathy? I feel bad for her. These guys are just like the assholes at my school. Back when Rapture had schools. One kid leads the chant:

"Who can't even get a familiar?"

"Louise the Zero!"

They say the last part in a nasally, singsong voice. It pisses me off.

"Who knows nothing about magic?"

"Louise the Zero!"

"What is she?"

"Who is the worst mage in the history of this school?"

"Louise the Zero!"

"What is she?"

"Zero! Zero! Zero!"

The pink haired girl, or I guess, Louise, is sobbing now. Suddenly, I'm angry. Very angry. I reappear in front of the kid leading the chant.

He's about to start the chant again when he sees me. My hand is still in Winter Blast mode, and my coat is covered in splicer blood.

"Who's about to get fucked up?" I grin at him sickly.

The kid stares at me. He's scared to death.

I run at him, simultaneously drawing my knife and screaming:

"This asshole!"

He and his chanting buddies run away screaming. I laugh and take a drag on my cigarette. 'Stupid bullies..."

I walk over to the pink haired girl. She's stopped crying and is staring at the spot where the bullies were.

"You okay?" I ask, holding out my hand to her.

She sniffs a little.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine…" She says, blushing. I pull her off the ground, and then look her sternly in the eye.

"I'll be your familiar," I say, "But only if you promise not to treat me like a slave."

"Okay!" she says excitedly. She does a little happy dance, and I roll my eyes.

"So how do you seal the contract? Do I have to sign my name on a sheet or something?" I ask.

"I told you… a k-kiss…" she looks down again, blushing.

"Why a kiss? Why don't we just shake hands or something?"

"Because its a magic contract!"

"Huh?"

"You control magic, you should know!" she says haughtily.

"Magic? Those were plasmids!" I say, confused. 'These people are crazy!'

"No, that was magic!"

I sigh. I don't feel like getting into an argument.

"Whatever. Let's just seal the contract already."

She blushes like crazy.

"You drunk or something?" I ask. My dad would come home from work like this sometimes. He was a great dad. Worked at Fontaine Futuristics, taught me how to modify, and then make, my own plasmids. Killed in the civil war.

I miss him.

"N-no! I am not drunk!" she says defiantly.

"Well lets go already! I'm getting tired of waiting!" I'm just trying to cover up how nervous I am.

She leans in, blushing even more, and kisses me.

Soft. Thats all I remember when I think back to it. Her lips where… soft. It felt... good. Real good. Like beer. The other thing I remember is that I didn't know you were supposed to use tongue.

She finally stops kissing me. She looks like a jar of ADAM, her face all red.

"Geez! That was a little… intense!" I say, blushing. 'Stupid, stupid! why are you blushing?'

She looks at the ground.

"So what's your name?" I ask.

"L-Louise de Francois de la Vallier" She says shyly.

I grin.

"Jonny Carter, at your service. Is there anyplace I can go get drunk?"

She rolls her eyes.

Not bad, if I do say so myself. If you're wondering about the inventing plasmids thing, it'll be explained in later chapters. I'm having a lot of fun with this story so far, so review for meh, plz!