Cutting down on the Author's Notes at the beginning of these to save some time. I'm hoping that you all enjoy this new chapter...!
Maya sputtered and hacked as she finally re-formed, eyes hazy as she look around. Oh dear lord...What had happened...?
She had...Fallen..Yeah, that was it.
Fallen from...
No, nonono, she can't forget it.
She wiggled and writhed onto a Dock, glancing around at the deserted pier. Her hand tried to form into the ink spikes to write with, only for it to be watered down. Only water tainted with black ink. Damn it.
Slowly her flesh re-entered existence as she got up on wobbly legs, glancing around...Before down at her arm, at the written words that she had on them. Each two in a specific different color; blue, pink, grey, and purple.
Eugene. Rescue. Fetch. Civilians. White Rabbit. Bridge. Song Bird. Cages.
Her notes never made sense at times...But it was easy enough to make the inference.
Two partner words, first being the people she worked with...Eugene, and 'Fetch'...White Rabbit and Song Bird...The next words following them were always the objective. "Rescue. Civilians. Bridge. Cages."
...
Maybe she should take up a class in writing notes. Yeah, put that idea in the back pocket.
For now though she needed help...Yeah, help.
But..Where could she go..?
Maya's eyes were alit as she walked on the city sidewalks, gazing up at the towering buildings and sights. To be free and alive. Breathing the fresh air that she would sometimes be graced with if she was being transported to testing and from four hallways down they would open the door.
Taking a deep breath in cleansed her lungs and throat, eyes fluttering close as she let the mixture swell within...Before giving a long and deep sigh.
..
Only to gulp nervously when she looked up at the Police Station before her...
"Name?" The police officer questioned her as she at within the little lobby..
"Uh...Maya..."
"...Last name?"
"I don't...Remember..."
"...Occupation?"
"I don't remember."
"Age?"
"I..Can't remember.."
"M'am, how do you even remember your own name?"
"I write it down..."
Even before Curdan Cay she didn't have the best memory. She had to constantly write things down to remember them. Yet if she wrote or paint them down, she never forgot them. Though after she gets knocked out, the hazy effect would always make her memory blank out for a moment.
After her ink powers arose, she simply would make them tattooed on her.
"Well Miss...Did you write something of importance down?"
"Uhm...Wait a moment." She took off her jacket to read her arms, words over-laying each other as the ink seemed to be endless. To many it was just random scribbles atop jumbled letters. "Uhm...Favorite foods...Colors...Books...Quotes...Pictures...Stores..."
"...M'am, perhaps...You should just go to the hospital.."
"The hospital?" There were needles and doctors there...
"Yes, the hospital...Maybe you received a concussion...Here, I'll call a car to take you an-"
Aaaaand Maya took off running.
On her way out though, she winced while bumping into some guy in a tannish jacket with a light blue shirt beneath it. The male carefully grasped her shoulder. "I'm sorry miss, are you alright?"
"Yes I..I'm of adequate standing.."
"Good...Now, why don't you sit down, okay?"
"I can't I..I don't have a strong affinity towards medical wards..."
The male quirked his eyebrow at this, glancing up at the officer that had been helping Maya.. "..Look, how about this...You give me a bit of time, I'm need to ask them a few questions...And when I'm done I'll escort you where you want to go. Okay?"
"V-Verry well..Uhm.." She blinked up at him.. "..What is your name, Squire..?"
"Reggie. Reggie Rowe."
It took a while, maybe about an hour or so, before Reggie helped Maya out of the Police Station and towards the Latte Owl Coffee.
She sipped the warmed liquid chocolate that the male was kind enough to purchase for her. "Many thanks to you, White Knight."
"Welcome...Hey, Maya?"
"Yes..?"
"..How long have you been in Seattle?"
"I don't quite know..."
"Ah..Alright.."
"I sleep a lot anyway, especially when I travel.." It was true. Sleeping made the trips throughout Curday Cay made things pass by quickly. "So I can't really tell..Maybe a week or so..?"
"Ah..Alright.."
"I'm...Apologetic, to not being able to answer thy questions, White Knight."
"Hey, it's alright, you can't change the fact that you...Ya know, forget things." Maya softly frowned at her drink... "...Look, I don't know you..But you seem like a nice girl as far as I can tell...Is there anything I can help you with?"
"No I..I'm just..Trying to find someone..."
"Oh? Who is it?"
"I.."...If she told Eugene's name to a cop, then she could get him in danger. "...I can't remember..."
"..Alright then..."
"I'm sorry..."
"Hey, hey, it's okay." He put a careful hand onto her's and patted it in a comforting fashion.
"Thank you..."
"Look...Do you remember where you live..?"
If she didn't say yes then she would be held up here..She had to get to Eugene. "Yes."
"Alright...Then I'll leave you with some money, take the monorail if you need to or maybe a taxi.."
"Many thanks to you, Reggie."
He nodded, putting down some money for her and some coins, along with a piece of paper. "Here...If you get into any trouble, just call me...I-I need to go, my brother kinda needs me to help him with some...Stuff. Gotta meet him up at fourth and Vickers so.."
"Alright White Knight...Please, travel safely and swiftly."
"Uh...You too..?"
She softly smiled and waved as the police officer departed, before using her finger to write down the number onto her left shoulder.
...
She had no clue where she needed to go...
Maya blankly wandered through the streets, glancing around every once and a while into alleys.
Ugh, why did she have to find a good hide out? Why not something with bright flashing neon signs or a large screen near it. That would have helped.
..Or wait, was that where she put it?
Damn it Maya, this is why you write things down..!
"Hey toots, what'cha lookin' fo'?" A man asked as he came over, quirking an eyebrow. "Ya seemed ta be confused..."
"I-I'm in search of the White Rabbit..."
"Ooooh, I can help ya with that."
"Y-You can?"
"Sure..! Me and the White Rabbit are...Very well acquainted."
"Oh frabjous day..! Please, take me to him...!"
...The Blake girl blinked in confusion, looking down at an odd bag of white powder, a spoon, a match box, a syringe, and an odd rubber tubing...The male had told her he'd check up on her in a couple of hours to see is she was off of her 'trip'...
What trip?
She was still here...
Perhaps this was an odd practical joke? Maybe...
...
She didn't have time for this.
Carefully she dissolved into ink and slid through the little gap in the window, escaping the locked and bare room with the discolored mattress.
"White Rabbit? Eugene?" Maya continued to call out as she wandered through the alley streets with a worried look. It was getting darker and darker with each passing moment. She would have to find some sort of residence to take her respite...
The sewers would be the safest place for her probably. Dim lights would make her ink seem like a simple pound of sewage sludge and-
"Hey! Toots!" The voice from earlier, who told her he knew the 'White Rabbit', was heard from behind...Turning, she saw the male with several others. "Think ya can just use my stash 'n leave?"
"W-what? Stash?"
"Yeah..! Ya used my Stuff 'n not pay..! Now ya gotta pay extra."
"Uhm...I have some money an-"
"Get ov'ah here."
...She knew she shouldn't have. Really, she knew she shouldn't have...She could have just dissolved into ink and slid freely away. Or tried to run...
..Carefully she went over, only to be met with the side of the gun. A trash bag crunching beneath her was the only sound that registered, before she just blacked out.
Maya blinked into focus as she looked around, tugging lightly against a force that bound her...Aaaand that force seemed to be chains.
Oh joy.
See Maya? This is what happens when you listen to bad guys.
She grunted as she wiggled a bit to try and look around. Great, some odd little shack it seemed...Wonderful.
The door opened up and soon the male from before came in with a smirk. "Well well, looks like yo' fiiinally awake...! Heh, ya took a pretty good hit ta tha' head back there."
"What do you want..."
"To tha point...! Good. None 'uh that, oh please let me go, b.s...You get ta be my own little shield."
"...What?"
"Ya heard me. Drug deel'ah's, we need a shield. A nice little fleshy one that people won't feel right ta shoot inta."
"...Uh-huh..."
"..You ain't too smart, is ya?"
"Says the male who just used the phrase 'is ya'."
"Hey! Don't get smart with me..!"
"Well you seem to have been mad when I was 'dumb' with yo-" Aaaand swift kick to the head.
...
The Ink Conduit sighed once she regained consciousness. Perhaps zipping the metaphorical zipper of her lips would be smart...
With a huff she dissolved into ink, stretching her arms and legs as she regained herself.
Maybe she should take up yoga..That would help. It would make things a bit more comfortable when she returned to her usual form.
Once she was all set to go she peeked out the windows, looking at the waters and boats that surrounded her little prison.
As soon as those people would return, she'd show them what for!
Boom, an upper cut.
Boom-pow, a kick to the side!
Hy-aaah, a poke in the eye..!
...
Things she needed to study up on; Yoga, Fighting, plus Fighting Words and Phrases.
She'd be the master...
And then...
She'd destroy all of them.
But first, to find a means of escape.
Trying the conventional ways, the door, windows, maybe even loose floorboards...
No dice.
Fine then, if that's how you wanna play...Maya turned into her black liquid state and tried to seep through any cracks or openings...
Okay, so, maybe she underestimated just how water-proof a building on a Dock could be. Her fault.
So...
...
The Blake girl huffed as she sat on an odd little couch in the room and glanced around. Little bobbled trinkets, a desk, more bags filled with odd green herbs, a few pictorial books that didn't leave anything to the imagination over women anatomy...
And then the odd rattling sound arose.
A little ball encased in a metal coffin...
A spray can maybe?
Wait a second, a person had to use the spray paint...
In an instant Maya flew up and started banging on the door. "I BESEECH THE! RELEASE ME FROM THIS INFERNAL TOMB..!"
"Uhm...Excuse me?" A male voice questioned from the other side.
"PLEASE! I-I NEED TO FIND MY WHITE RABBIT!"
"...Maaaaybe you should just...Stay in there for a bit, and I'll get you once you're off of your trip-"
"I AM ON NO VOYAGE, EXCEPT FOR THE ONE IN WHICH I AM IN SEARCH OF MY WHITE RABBIT! BUT I NEED AID IN ESCAPING THIS CAGE!"
"Alright Lady...! Geez...Take a pill..!"
"There is no medicinal capsules, just plastic wrappings of herbs."
"..Uh-huh."
Maya waited for a few moments, smiling as the door was finally opened and she raced out and down the docks. "MANY THANKS TO YOU KNIGHT!"
...
Delsin Rowe was left blinking in confusion as he was left behind by the red-haired girl that ran past him.. "...Well, at least she said thanks, unlike those other ones...Now, back to tagging this place.."
Maya gasped for breath as she finally stopped once again in an alley, glancing around...No designated areas or anything, just...Back entrances to buildings.
She needed to find someplace...
Someplace to stay safe..
Someplace to go.
Yeah, that's all...
Where she could feel safe and-
Her feet kicked over a bottle, that rolled and knocked against a door. A second later, a little sliding door that was eye-level to someone much taller than her opened. "What's tha password?"
The Irish-Greek blinked a bit in confusion. "...I-I'm looking for the White Rabbit..."
"...Alright, ya know tha password, come on in." The door was opened to her, and inside...Was something she had never dreamed of seeing.
I hope you have enjoyed your time reading, and I'll try to post the next chapter soon. Love you all..!