Yes, I'm skipping it - wait, what?! Why am I still writing then?
Noooooooo - ok, back to the story. If you want me to add anything, or you think I can improve, don't hesitate to review! I can use all the help I've got!
"Blueberry! Blue?" someone was saying. "You're ok, you're gonna be fine, I'm here..."
She opened her eyes. She could make out a familiar sparkly pink shirt through - bars?
"Cherry?!" Blueberry's eyes snapped open. Her celebrity friend stared worriedly through the iron prison bars that separated them.
The bookworm glanced around her and took in her surroundings. Light came from two light bulbs hanging on thin wires, dangling from the ceiling. Without the lit, she wouldn't have been able to see the iron, heavily locked door in a corner of the small cell. Or Cherry's now teenage face still facing her through the thick bars.
Blue looked at her hands and feet, bound to the chair she was sitting on.
Blueberry had a thousand questions. Where are we? How did I get here? Cherry, why are you here? You're a teenager! she wanted to yell all at once. But she forced herself to keep her calm composure, and asked the most pressing question. "Cherry, tell me what happened."
Cherry had just been going for a picnic. She was heading for the outskirts of the two Berry cities, a popular picnic spot for berrykins, insects, and humans alike. It was a lovely day, really, and she was bringing out her food and snacks.
After about one hour, she rose and was going to go back to her van. She turned around and staggered back.
A tall boy stood before her. Like, really tall. He could have squashed her with his finger. He wore a black mask over his huge face, so she couldn't see anything but his eyes. Those were a rich, deep brown, so dark they were actually black. His long arms were muscled and a little flip of hair poked out of the top of his mask.
The next thing she knew, he'd covered her with a huge handkerchief. She struggled for air in the little space between the ground and the fabric, but she realized too late the unnatural stink of the air near the handkerchief.
Cherry curled up under the fabric as the poisons sunk in.
The door to Blueberry's room burst open and the very boy Cherry had been talking about slinked in.
Blueberry tried to make out his face beneath a dark cap set on his eyebrows.
He seemed to study Blueberry carefully. Then he spoke,"I'm betting you want to know why you're here."
Blueberry studied him as well, her wise blue eyes never leaving two darker shadows under the cap that could've been his eyes. "Well?" she demanded.
The teenage boy laughed darkly. "Because, Blueberry Muffin, I saw something in you. Something the others are not aware of yet. And that boy, Huckleberry Pie."
A cold, cold feeling went up Blueberry's spine. She suddenly felt very, very small, and very, very alone, even if Cherry Jam was right next to her. Afraid of the answer, she ignored her own feelings and asked,"What - what did you see?"
The boy laughed again. "You two have power. But you have even more power than Huckleberry does. You, Miss Muffin," he smirked and she growled at him, "have more raw power than all of them combined."