Hey everyone! Here's another update. It's a Melchior chapter, and let me tell you this right now. It's weird. No, seriously, it's really weird. You have officially been warned. Now for another warning.

Disclaimer: Let's start out with an easy one: "No more lips, no more tongue, no more ears, no more eyes." Btw, I don't own SA.

Plane

Melchior Gabor sat at the base of an oak tree in the middle of the woods. There was a slight chill in the air, a harbinger of what would soon be coming. But it went by nearly unnoticed by the boy. He was leaning against the tree, his eyes closed, on the brink of slumber. His mind slowly wandered with the wind's breeze... He heard a rustling in the bushes. His eyes shot open. He saw Wendla appear out of the midst of the noise, her hair disheveled and her dress torn.

"Melchi! Thank goodness, you're here." Wendla said, hurrying to her friend. Melchior immediately stood.

"Wendla! What happened to you?" Melchior asked.

Puzzled, Wendla looked down at herself. "Oh, this is nothing. I'm not the one you need to help."

"What on earth are you talking about? You look like you were attacked by a forest creature," Melchior said, his brow slowly furrowing.

"Come with me," Wendla said, running back into the bushes. Melchior caught up with his friend, not quite sure what to do but obey.

"Where are we going?" Melchior asked.

"The lake. Your help is needed there," Wendla said simply.

"What do you mean? What's happened?" Melchior asked as they walked through the woods.

"An event," Wendla replied. Melchior looked over at Wendla and noticed that her expression hadn't changed since she had first appeared. It looked blank, fixed on a task.

"Wendla, are you certain that you're all right?"

"Of course, I am, Melchi," Wendla said, not braking pace.

"Then how did you get in the state you are now?" Melchior asked, looking once again at Wendla's dress that now seemed to only be hanging on by a tattered ribbons on the shoulders. Wendla seemed to have gotten more beaten as well with scratches and bruises appearing on her arms and legs.

"What are you talking about, Melchi? As I said, I'm not the one who needs your help," Wendla said as she stepped between the last few trees. "He is."

Melchior looked at the body of water; nothing appeared to be different about it. He approached it at a normal pace, wondering what Wendla could be going on about. He gazed into the water and saw his own reflection staring back; it shared the same bewildered look, as well as a large slash that ran from the corner of his right eye down to the left side of his lower lip. Melchior felt his face, thinking it must have been some kind of trick. His hand touched his face and felt something sticky. His heart sank. He began breathing at a rapid pace, not sure of what to do.

"Have you found him?" Melchior heard Wendla call.

"Who are you going on about? You and I are the only people here," Melchior said, turning to Wendla, shocked at what he saw. Her dress was now completely gone. Her body was covered in long bloody scratches and the areas that weren't scratched were purple from bruising. Her eyes stared blankly at Melchior.

"He's not at the surface," she said in a voice that was now monotone. "He sank to the bottom, consumed by what he could not see."

"Whom are you speaking of?" Melchior said, looking around. He looked into the waters but only found his reflection. He now had another slash identical to his other one on the opposite side of his face. The slashes crossing at the bridge of his nose.

"It was Moritz, Moritz Stiefel," Wendla said, as she crouched over.

"Wendla, is something wrong?" Melchior said, running to her.

"Nothing, it's nothing," Wendla said, collapsing on the ground. Melchior sank to his knees and gazed into her emotionless face.

"Wendla, what is happening?" Wendla didn't answer; she only looked up at the sky. Suddenly, her stomach started to expand. Melchior looked at it in amazement as it continued to grow bigger and bigger.

"Melchior..." Wendla whispered.

"Yes," Melchior said as he bent his ear to her lips.

"Take care of him."

"Take care of whom?" She didn't respond. "Who, Wendla?" Melchior asked, gripping her raw shoulders.

Just as it seemed Wendla's stomach couldn't stretch any further, it burst; the splattering of blood caused Melchior to close his eyes. He tried to open them again but found that his eyes were too heavy to lift. He looked into the darkness, trying desperately to find some means of escape. Suddenly, he heard a voice. "M...Melchi."

"Yes?" Melchior said, hearing the voice as it echoed around the room.

"Melchior!"

"Wendla?" Melchior said groggily as he opened his eyes to find Moritz standing above him.

"Melchi! I-I've been looking everywhere for you," Moritz said.

Melchior readjust himself against the tree that was pressing uncomfortably into his back. How long had he been asleep? "Yes, well, I'm here. What do you need?"

"Have you slept with a woman?" Moritz asked.

Melchior laughed. "No, Moritz, but if you know someone who is willing to give to that worthy cause, please point me in the right direction."

"But how c-can you be sure of yourself? How c-can you know that is what you are supposed to do with women?" Moritz asked, looking at Melchior with concerned eyes.

"That's how you reproduce, Moritz. If we didn't have sex, the human race wouldn't be able to exist. That, and it feels splendid," Melchior said, smiling. Moritz looked down at his feet, processing this information. Melchior was surprised to realize that he hadn't mentioned this to Moritz before.

"Well, if you're c-certain that it's not unnatural or anything..." Moritz said, his eyes not leaving his shoes.

"I'm certain of it, Moritz," Melchior said, suppressing a laugh. "Come on, let's go home." Melchior stood and began walking, hearing Moritz's footsteps trailing behind him. On a whim, he stopped and waited for his friend to catch up, and they walked on side by side. He would later try to remember what he had dreamt while under the tree and remember nothing.

-BREAK-

There it is. Remember you were warned! And please be sure to comment on the weirdness. 'Till next time!