Surviving the World
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Summary time: taking in deep breaths her aqua eyes scanned the area. Sighing with relief she leaned against the tree. Hiding. That's all she ever did. Hide and protect her. That was the mission, her survival plan. Ever since Ghosts came in and took over, she had no choice. The Ghost king would surely kill them both. "Jazz…I'm scared…" A small voice said. Looking down, she smiled down at those violet eyes. "Me too Sam…me too…" She replied.
Chapter 1: The New World
Jazz slowly opened her eyes and gasped. Ruins. Her whole house lay in ruins. She slowly got up from the now dirtied floor and looked around. Her eyes watered as she took in her surroundings.
"Gone….everything's gone." She whispered hoarsely. Stepping over the rubble and careful to avoid the shattered glass, she stood in the center of her destroyed basement. Her parents' laboratory, all their work, all their studies and inventions were now gone and destroyed.
Jazz felt the lump in her throat grow bigger. Her family was gone. She fell to the ground and cried. What was she supposed to do now? She was only eight! Just a little girl. Then she screamed in anger.
"WHY?!" She yelled. "WHY?!" She didn't care if she anyone heard her. She didn't care that she was crying. She didn't care at all. She pounded at the ground in anger. This world, this cruel world, had taken everything from her. She yelled in anger, in grief, and in pain. She yelled and cursed the ghosts that did this. She cursed the ghost king's name. She cursed his army. She yelled and cried. She cried for what seemed like hours…Then, she stopped. Her eyes, that were shut tightly, opened in a flash. Her breath, which came out in hiccups and sobs, turned into shallow breaths. She curled up her fists, which were now battered and bruised, and rose to her feet. She wiped away the remaining of her tears. She would no longer cry. She would no longer feel. Why should she? She would only be considered weak.
She went back to the compartment which she had awoken in, and grabbed the ghost kit her dad had left. Packing her old Einstein bear in the bag, she walked up the blackened wooden stairs of the basement. She opened the ash stained door and exited the room. She roughly closed the door and left her house. She walked and never looked back.
Jazz walked with a poker face. The streets and neighborhoods were empty. Papers and bags littered the street. Cars, now wrecked, lay flipped, turned over, or crashed. The sky was dark and cloudy. No sunshine shined or peeked through. As the small girl walked her heart became hardened. Her thoughts were now bitter. She felt like a different person…yet she was the same. Deep inside, she was still the small fragile girl, she was still broken, she still had emotions, and she was still lost. The houses she passed were either crumbled to pieces or broken into ruins. But they were all empty. "I must be the only one left here." She said stopping. She looked around and sighed. The ghosts must have gotten all the humans in this town. She was truly alone. Or so she thought.
As she walked into one house, that was more or less just damaged, she thought she could hear crying. She brushed it off as her imagination. She entered the opened doorway and noticed that the door had been knocked down. As she looked around she shuddered. The house was big, and whatever furniture remaining showed that the owners were indeed very rich. Glancing around, Jazz thought of the money. No, she wasn't one to steal or be greedy, but she might need some if she was going to make it out in the world. So stepping over overturned couches and chairs, she found the kitchen. Opening the fridge she pulled out water bottles and any other drink that wasn't going to expire or contain alcohol. She looked at her ghost kit; the bag was too crammed with her items and her ghost equipment, so she left the kitchen in search for a bigger bag. Walking to the stairs, she crept up slowly and carefully. Making sure that one of her dad's ghost rays was ready, she treaded into the empty hall. She saw pictures of the family that lived here. There was a man, he had a dazzling smile and wavy blonde hair, and the lady had sparkling blue eyes and orange hair. She looked at their child. She was around the age of three or four. Jazz frowned sadly. The little girl, who was so much younger and innocent, had witnessed horrifying horrors. Turning back to the task at hand, she entered a room. The room was lavished with blue and pink. It had a giant bed that was decorated with the finest silk, and a large dresser.
Walking inside she looked around. Then she saw it. A backpack, lying in the corner of the room, shined like a light at the end of a dark tunnel. Smiling she ran for it, it was lying amongst a pile of sheets. Jazz ignored the fact that the sheets were oddly lumpy and quite large. Reaching for the backpack, she gasped when she found that it wouldn't budge. She tugged and pulled and cursed, using the word grub, as a substitute. Finally, with one finale pull she yanked it free and fell flat on her bottom with an "oof".
"Ouch." She muttered, and she started to rise back to her feet, but stopped when she heard giggling. Turning around she saw a small girl wrapped in an abundant number of sheets. The small girl stopped and yelped when she saw Jazz staring at her. Jazz's turquoise eyes stared into wide frightened violet ones.
"W-who are you?" The small girl asked bravely, but she clutched the sheets with all her might. Jazz stared in amazement. This was the girl from the picture. Bending down slowly, Jazz smiled.
"I'm Jazz." She replied. The girl remained silent and stared.
"A-are you with the scary men?" She asked. Jazz smiled in amusement.
"Nope, I'm just Jazz." She said. The girl seemed to relax a little, but remained tense and alert.
"Why are you taking my backpack?" She asked. Jazz looked down at the black bag in her hand.
"I thought no one lived here…so I was taking it to pack food and water." She replied. The small girl nodded slowly.
"How old are you?" She asked. Jazz looked at the girl. She had short jet black hair, a pale face, and a few bruises and scratches. The girl's eyes held trauma though. The girl had seen something and it was clear that it was not good.
"I'm eight." Jazz said standing up, "How about you?" She asked. The girl didn't budge.
"I'm four." She said. Jazz nodded.
"You're pretty young." She said. The girl nodded. "What's your name?" She asked.
"S-Sam…" The girl replied. Jazz smiled. She then walked towards the door, but heard Sam move in alarm. "D-don't leave me!" She cried. Jazz turned around to say something, but stopped. Sam was in a small purple night gown that went down to her shins. But there were a few burn marks and torn fabric. Jazz looked at the girl and saw her shaking.
"I'm just going to pack some food and water." She said, turning back around.
"D-don't leave me alone! Pwease!" Sam cried. Jazz faced the girl and almost broke down. Sam was standing but her shoulders were shaking, her face was down but it was clear that she was crying. She heard the muffled sobs and silent pleads coming from her. Running to her side, Jazz hugged the crying girl. Sam wrapped her arms around her neck.
"It's ok Sam." Jazz said. But Sam didn't listen, she just held onto Jazz with her small hands.
"Don't leave me, don't leave me." She cried, "Pwease don't…pwease Jazzy don't!" Sam cried. Jazz held the girl and rubbed her hand soothingly over her back.
"Shhh, its ok Sammy. I won't." Jazz said.
"Promise?" Sam sniffled. Jazz nodded.
"Cross my heart and hope to die." She said. Sam sniffled, but didn't remove her arms. Slowly picking up the girl, Jazz rose to her feet. Sam wrapped her legs around Jazz's waist and clung to her. The two went downstairs and into the kitchen. Sam set Sam down on the shiny polished table and gathered the water, drinks, and food. She gently put Sam back onto the ground and looked at her.
"Sam, I know you're scared." She said, Sam looked down at feet, "But I promise that I will not let anything happen to you. I know your parents were taken, but so were mine." She said. Sam looked at her.
"They took your mommy and daddy too?" She asked. Jazz nodded.
"I was scared, and I still am, but I made a promise to keep going on. I made a promise to help make the world a better place. And Sam, now it's time for you to promise. Can you promise me that you will be brave? That you will help in our fight for freedom?" Jazz asked, Sam didn't respond, "I know this a lot for a small girl like you, but Sam…if a small girl like me can promise…then you can too. And this time you're not alone…and neither am I. So what do you say Sam? Can you promise and help me in this fight?" Jazz asked. Sam looked and Jazz and smiled shyly.
"Y-yes, yes I can Jazz." She said. Jazz smiled and took the girl's hand. Together they walked out of the small house. And together they faced the new world.
And done! I'm so glad that you guys liked the prologue. I hope this chapter came out nicely too. Sorry I haven't updated in some time. But I'm kind of having problems here at home. I'll try to update when I can. I hope you all can understand! Thank you so much!