Hello, my readers(Especially you, Mollienaturerocks)! Sorry for not posting a new chapter in so long. Life got really hectic...
Anyway, shoutout to SapphireWolf2002 just because, Laurenjr for following me and is going to follow my stories and to Mollienaturerocks for being a really great friend(the best, I guess next too Sapphie and Wolfy).
Well, what are we waiting for? Read on!
Just in case:
Italics, underlined and bold; Wisdom
Italics and bold;Insanity
Let's start this chapter on a positive note, yeah?
Her lips were soft, with that blueberry taste. Lipbalm, probably? Buy one or two next time, I reminded myself. If there's going to be a next time. For some weird reason, she leaned in close and I managed to breathe in the scent of her shampoo. I don't exactly remember what it was, but it made my brain go thinking of blue. Y'know when you hear a word or eat something, and it makes you think of a colour to try and connect that thing or word with something? Yeah, that's what it was like. Suddenly, my brain went into song mode.
It's time to take you home
It feels so early
But I promised I would bring you to your door
Our lips are numb, as we walk
Sharing warm alcohol
That kiss tastes like summer
Now, let's return to my normally pessimistic side.
I pulled back and managed to look at the teleporting stone. It was glowing really bright, enough to make it look like a star without the heat. Then it exploded. Working purely on instinct, I wrapped Sapphie in a hug, using my back as a shield. Pain ripped through my back as shards of heated stone ripped and sliced through my hoodie, undershirt and back.
"You okay, Sapphie?" I asked her, my voice laced with pain.
Instead of answering, she hugged me close and tried to choke back a sob. I was confused, sure, but I had no time to ask her about it. Suddenly, I was pulled back towards a wormhole with, and this is the part that I hate the most, Sapphie's shaking petite frame still clinging to my chest.
Being in a wormhole is seriously weird, so I won't try to explain.
But I will tell you this. Never, in my whole life, would I ever thought I'd have a blue-haired angel on my chest. Of course, we'll probably be ripped apart by this wormhole, and die together.
But instead of the black of death that greets me at the other side of the wormhole, it's the brown of wood. Everything went by in slow-motion. A glimmer caught my eye. When I focused on it, horror spread through me.
An entire section of wall was littered with red-hot shards of teleportation stone and glass. And that wall, with all the heated stone and glass and shit, was aimed straight for Sapphie's unprotected back at the speed of a fucking cannonball! (Yes, I know her cloak can withstand injury and is impenetrable, but I didn't know at the time!)
MOVE, DIPSHIT! With your current speed, you have a window of 1.25 seconds til impact!
Using our sudden rightward motion, I tilted our bodies to the left, switching Sapphie's back with mine. Agony ripped through my being as the shards from the wall was stabbed straight into my back, alongside the other shards that were already inside me. It didn't help that my head hit the un-littered section of wall hard enough for me to see stars.
We started to tilt downwards with Sapphie on the bottom and me on top. I was so tired and in pain I almost didn't move. Almost.
MOVE, FUCKER! You might suffocate her!
I sharply jerked my head to the left, causing our bodies to slightly shift to the left mid-air. We landed roughly on the ground, me on my right shoulder, Sapphie on her left. I held back a groan. Today is just not my day. I looked at her. She was still crying, no doubt about that. But her heartbeat showed she was asleep. I had no idea how to calm-
How about you sing her a song, idiot? Yeah, it's human response to calm down when listening to calm music.
Of course! A song! That could work. I tilted my head downwards so that my lips brushed her ear, and this is no easy feat. Due to her, um, height, I had to tilt my head downwards so much my chin almost reached my chest and it is so tempting to rest my head there. But if I do that, my mouth would completely miss her ear, and she would hear the lullaby.
So, with one song in mind, one of the many songs I have always wanted to sing to her, I started.
Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay
Would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you
Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand,
Take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you
Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand,
Take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you
For I can't help falling in love with you
Bit by bit, she started to calm down until finally she stopped crying. I sighed in relief. Cause I mean, seriously, what man in the world ever knows what to do when a woman cries? Nothing, we know nothing.
With a lot of pain, difficulty and a few whispered curses, I managed to lift Sapphie bridal-style. Now in a standing position, I surveyed my surroundings, but how about we take a little break for me to explain about the voices that were missing since Chapter One.
Insanity is the voice of stupid ideas, near-suicide ideas and is the provider for every hurtful insult or comeback that pops out of my mouth. It's like having a really sarcastic Green Goblin in your head.
Wisdom, however, is the voice of sane ideas, near-guarenteed success plans and tactics and is my body's medic. So, for example, if I get hurt, he'll tell me if it's critical or minor and would speed up the healing process. It's like having Hiccup being your medic. Of course, you don't know what you don't know, so I try to supply Wisdom with as much medical knowledge as possible.
Now that you understand my predicament in the form of schizophrenia, let's continue on with the story.
Somehow, this place was really foreign, yet at the same time eerily familiar. I was on the second floor of a house of some kind. I was facing northward, if the sun setting by the west window was lying, and we were smack-dab in the middle of the room. It looked really well-furnished, and yet just, not. Strange, right? Welcome to my life. Anyway, the room looked kinda small, like enough for one person to live in. I slowly spun, taking it all in. There was a small bed, near the northeast corner of the room. Small but long enough for a teen with a kinda lanky build. On the northwest corner was, what looked like, a wardrobe. It was hard to discern what it was since it was small too, but the entire thing was just filled with carvings after carvings of words. All of them were snide, rude, condescending, insulting and 'just not nice' in Molliana's words. BASTARD, IDIOT, USELESS, INSANE, DEMON was just a few of, what looked like, hundreds more. It tugged a small piece of memory in my head.
You felt that, doc? Yes, I'm afraid so.
'Wait, what is it?' I said mentally to my voices, hoping they would answer and not disappear, all the while holding Sapphie up. My arms were starting to tire.
You tell him, doc. I ain't wanna be the one to say bad news, except for explosions. That I can't resist. What you felt just now was, indeed, a memory. A bad one, actually. Very bad. You'll find out soon enough.
This was bad. If even Wisdom isn't telling me what it is, it must be seriously bad. I started looking around, hoping for a clue or a hint, something! I was starting to grow desperate, and it didn't help that my arms were seriously starting to ache and shit.
I spun around, kept trying and trying to find something-anything at all-to reveal what that memory is.
Instantly, a small worktable reaching waist-high caught my eye. It was near the southwest part of the room and was completely littered with sketches and drawings. But what really caught my eye was the five drawings pinned on the wall facing the worktable, set in a diamond formation of one at the top, three in the middle and one at the bottom. The drawings on them were so weird and slightly creepy.
The one at the top was a drawing of me hugging Mollie, with a couple of Pokemons at our feet, looking at us.
The one at the middle left was of me fistbumping Rumble, while the one at the middle right was a drawing of me standing beside Nerdy, smiling brightly.
While the one at the bottom was a drawing of me and Wolfy, in a battle stance.
Questions and suspicion circled my mind. Is there a spy, hiding in the Wolf Crew Mountain? Is there a mole? Why do theses drawings exist?
It was the last drawing that answered my questions. It opened the locked memory like a key, no it didn't open. It blew. Every memory that Wisdom locked away instantly flashed in fornt of my eyes like a really fast fast-forwarded movie.
That drawing was...
HAHAHA CLIFFIE! I'm so evil... Sorry Mollie, Sapphie! Couldn't help it.
Await the next chapter, my Fearlings!