A/N: Whoo! Another chapter! It's summer. I'll definately be able to update more now. I love summer. :) EnJoOoOoYyYy!
Finn couldn't pry his eyes away from the drawing. It just looked so... artistic? Different? It was definately unlike the drawings/visions Jess would usually draw. Most of Jess' sketches were scribbles on peices of reciepts and notebook paper drawn with whatever was available at the moment.
Except this drawing was much more neat and planned, even if it was just a rough draft for the real thing. On white cardstock paper, painted (and creased since it was folded in Jess' pants), were portraits of silhouettes. Some were colored lightly, as if in very low light. Others were bold and bright, like they had stepped outside into the golden light of the sun. On the otherhand, some people's features in the painting were hidden, almost as if shadow passed over them, making them appear dark and sinister. Then, of course, were just dark black silhouettes. What was most mesmerizing to Finn was the fact that each person was different and unique, unlike any other. The colors used in the painting ranged all across the color spectrum.
But that wasn't the only part that struck Finn. One of the portraits, out of all the variations and people in the world(or painting, for instance), had electric red hair. Sound familiar? Not only that, but he just so happened to have a scar across his forhead and cheek, his lip, and barely a fraction of a scar visible across his neck.
"So, you mind telling me why exactly you didn't tell us about this before?" Finn questioned in his leader tone. He was frustrated. They might have been able to prevent all this from happening if they had had any insight beforehand. Or visions for that matter.
"I didn't think it mattered." Jess said replied.
Finn sighed and looked up into the sky, then down at his feet, trying to decide what to say. He didn't want to upset anybody, or put the whole It's your fault! label on someone, either. "Why didn't you think it mattered?" Finn asked. He handed the small painting back to Jess and pointed at the boy who looked like Philby. "Because that looks a lot like Philby for a random painting."
Jess looked back towards Finn, catching a glimpse of his stormy sea green eyes instead of the usually bright, summer green eyes. After a few moments, she broke contact, blinked slowly and sighed.
"Well," She began. "I know it looks a lot like Philby. I didn't plan on it even being him. I just thought I was drawing some cool, indie-dude that had a rough background or something awesome like that. I mean, I would've brought it to you guys if it had been one of my vision things." She paused, as if waiting for someone to object. But then she remembered Maybeck wasn't exactly all there to give his two cents. He was still lying on the ground slowly coming to his senses.
"But the thing is, it didn't feel like a vision at all. It just felt natural. And I drew it in art class back on..." She paused, counting the days in her head. "Uh, what day is it?"
"Friday night. Or, since we've just about lost track of time, early morning on Saturday." Willa said.
"Hard to believe it was just last night Thursday that this whole thing began when Finn and I got stuck over here." Amanda said, looking at Finn.
"I'm still tired." Finn replied with a laugh. Amanda nodded, getting the 'inside joke.' When they had first got stuck over in Magic Kingdom, she remembered Finn complaining how tired he had been.
"Anyway, I painted this back on Tuesday. About two days before you guys crossed over here." Jess continued explaining. "And the reason I didn't tell you about it or think much of it was because it was in art class. I was wide awake. Nothing weird happened, like my dizzy-spells that normally occur when I get my visions."
Finn and the others nodded. "I guess that makes sense," He stated. "And it doesn't seem like anything else on the picture is of use to us. I've never seen those people before. Plus, it kinda already came true with the whole Philby thing."
"So, now you're visions have daydreaming abilities?" Amanda noted, talking to Jess.
She shrugged. "I guess so. Maybe my Farlie powers are developing and stuff."
Willa and Charlene looked at the two sisters. "You guys are so lucky you get super powers! You're like... super heroes!" Willa exclaimed. "Like Percy Jackson..." She mumbled quietly to herself, smiling.
"You and Percy Jackson..." Charlene rolled her eyes. "You take the demigods. I'll take the werewolf any day."
Both laughed, as that was a inside joke between them. The others joined in laughing too, knowing how each was either "Team Percy" or "Team Twilight." Finn was incredibly glad for the release of the tension that had begun to build. Honestly, he just wanted this over with. He looked to the east and scanned the horizon. The faint hints of morning had begun: the stars dissolving back into space, the dark navy blue of night slowly turning to light blue dawn. They needed to find someplace to hide or escape before the cast members began to file in.
"We need to get going before cast members show up. And Philby still needs medical attention," Finn said.
"Ugh, what about me?" Maybeck complained, sitting up and rubbing his head. "I got hit in the head by a freaking light disk!"
Willa walked over to Maybeck and looked at his head. "Nothing's really wrong with you, Maybeck. Besides a slight bump on the head, you're not bleeding or anything." She smiled at him and offered a hand. Maybeck grabbed her hand and she helped him get back up on his feet.
He thanked her and they all went over to where Philby lay on the ground. It was easy to tell that his breathing was regularly now, which was a good sign. Jess felt for a pulse and heartbeat. It was becoming stronger, less weak than it had been before. But besides the better developments, he still needed medical attention.
"So, how are we going to do this?" Charlene asked.
"Well, we need to find a first aid and carry him there since he's still unconcious." Finn said, staring down at Philby.
Charlene picked up a dirty, crumpled map that was on the ground to her left. She scanned through it and quickly located the first aid. "It says here that we're at the Plaza Gardens Stage. We go down Main Street and to the left. The first aid looks like it's tucked away behind the Kodak Photo shop or whatever..."
"Eh, we'll find it." Maybeck said, still rubbing the bump on his head. "Ow... I need like ice or something."
"C'mon. Charlene, you lead the way. Maybeck and I will carry Philby and follow." Finn instructed.
Finn and Maybeck bent down to pick Philby up and began to follow Charlene and the other girls to the first aid. It was pretty easy for the most part. There wasn't any security or cast members to dodge. There was only Maybeck and constant complaints. Finn couldn't blame him though. It had been quite a night.
The DHI's arrived in front of the First Aid in a few minutes. They stood before the white and beige building, trimmed in dark and light blue. Jess reached for the door and tried opening it. Surprisingly, it wasn't locked. The girls walked inside, followed by the boys. In the dark room, their DHI's light cast a blue-ish glow on everything.
"They don't lock a First Aid?" Maybeck questioned. "No alarms? No anything?"
"Well, it is a first aid, Maybeck. Not a bank." Willa replied, laughing at him.
"Can someone find the lights?" Finn asked, squinting to see things in the dark. Philby seemed to be becoming heavier in his grip and he really wanted to set him down.
Jess quickly went over to the wall and found the light switch. She flicked them on.
The waiting room of the first aid looked like any normal doctor's office. It had pastel colors on the walls. Disney cartoons and pictures were hung on the walls, all having to do with first aid and such. It kind of freaked Finn out. Besides snakes, he hated doctor's offices. Especially creepy ones with needles. Ugh. Bad memories... Finn thought.
"Uh, let's just set him down in one of these waiting chairs." Finn instructed. He and Maybeck gently set Philby down in the chair. "Now what?"
Willa went over to where Philby was sitting and sat down in the chair next to him. She observed the scars across his face and neck. "It looks like the bleeding has stopped for the most part. His body should be producing more blood soon, but I don't know how much he needs till he regains conciousness." She paused, running the options through her head, much like the way Philby thought. She shrugged, saying, "Or maybe he just needs rest."
There was some silence between the Keepers as the contemplated what they should do. Charlene spoke up. "Band-Aids." She said, breaking the silence. "Why don't we use Band-Aids and that Neosporin stuff for his cuts? Whenever I get scrapes in cheerleading, my mom always uses that for me."
"Yeah, I guess that's somewhere to start," Willa agreed.
"I'll go find some." Amanda volunteered.
"I'll come with you." said Finn.
"Huh, no surprise there," Maybeck smirked. Everyone but Amanda and Finn heard him. They went off in search of the Band-Aids.
Moments later, they returned with a tin can full of Band-Aids and a bottle of Neosporin. Finn handed the items to Willa. "Here ya go," He said under his breath. Willa silently thanked him.
She swiftly removed the cap and put some Neosporin on her finger and gently swiped the mixture over the cuts on Philby's face and neck. She then grabbed the Band-Aids and put them on with accuracy: One above and below his eye, one near his lip, and the other across the scar on his neck.
"There," Willa said, as she inspected her work. "That should make things a bit better for him,"
Maybeck silently fumed, standing behind the others as they crowded around Philby. He didn't like the way Willa was acting so nice and caring towards Philby. He knew it was the usual Willa style, cause hey, she was really nice and loving to everyone. But because it was Philby she was taking care of... that changed everything. He didn't like Willa giving Philby that much attention. Sure, Philby had gotten hurt. He understood that part, even felt sympathy for his friend. But he had gotten knocked down on the battle field too. In fact, he got hit because he was trying to save Philby's sorry butt! He deserved some attention, too.
"Ugh, I need ice." He complained, rubbing his head. Whether it was from thinking about Willa or just getting hit in the head, he didn't know. All he knew was that he needed to get away from the sympathy-fest for a second. He went into the back of the First Aid to look for some ice.
He left the main lobby and entered a hall. At the end of the hall there was a room with the words Ice Machine, Water, Supplies, Etc. He entered the room, quickly found a plastic bag, and got ice from the machine, shoving it into the bag. He gently put it on his aching head, instantly feeling the cold take the pain away.
Maybeck made for the door grudgingly to rejoin the others. That's when he noticed something to his left. A bucket. An idea struck him. It was sure to be fool-proof. Maybe he would even impress Willa, along the way. He set the ice down and reached for the bucket.