The Prophecy
All original characters in this story are copyright to me only.
The story plot itself is also copyright to me only.
Do not re-distribute without my permission.
*Michael Stewart Stephenson*
Chapter 5 - Turnips And Underwear
"Ice!" A female voiced followed. "Shields are at 23 percent! They're not gonna hold any longer!"
Ice P took off running into the darkness, leaving the kids alone with Liz. He yanked open a curtain and disappeared inside.
The craft was still rocking wildly and to make matters worse, the lights dimmed to red and a piercing alarm started ringing.
"Better get down, lads." Liz said, Charisma and Bantam obediently joined Jess on the floor of the craft.
"Didn't see this on the travel brochure…" Charisma mumbled.
"Liz!" Ice P shouted. "We could do with some help here!"
Liz glanced at the three on the floor. "Sorry, guys. I think you'd be best off staying right here. Urm, Condisco and Alatus will stay with you."
Liz sprinted off and vanished.
The craft was shook again and Charisma and Jess fell face down. Something fell from the ceiling onto Jess' leg and she screamed in pain.
Condisco hurried round to her and patted her head softly.
"What's happening?!" Bantam asked.
Condisco turned to him and made his Chao-ball into a question mark, bouncing above his head.
"OK…"
"I'm going up there." Charisma said, referring to the place Ice P and Liz were.
Condisco ran in front of Charisma as he was getting to his elbows. He spread his little arms wide and shook his head, a pleading look in his eyes.
Charisma stared at Condisco then spoke to him.
"I need to find out what's happening, I might be able to help."
The small Chao shook his head violently and his Chao-ball changed to a bold exclamation mark.
Charisma found it strange to be taking advice from the little creature, but reminding himself that Condisco lived on the craft, he did.
Suddenly, without warning, a massive blast hit the craft and the alarms stopped, the red lights blinked off and were soon replaced with normal bleak white lights.
A few quiet seconds passed.
"Urm..." Bantam queried. "Are we dead?"
Jess turned over onto her back and yelped with pain from her leg.
No, they weren't dead.
A Chao dropped down to them, slightly larger than Condisco, with large, white wings folded behind it. A question mark appeared over its head and it ran off through a small square opening in the wall.
Condisco closely followed.
Charisma sat up and examined Jess' leg.
"It's fine, Charisma." She winced.
"Shut up and lie still." Charisma replied.
Jess did so.
Charisma traced a finger up her shin. He got about two thirds of the way before he felt a slight dent and Jess flinched, trying hard but failing to hide her suffering.
The area had started to swell slightly and a heavy bruise was already apparent.
"I don't know. It could be broken, but I'm no expert."
Jess looked at her leg. "I'm pretty sure it's not broken."
Bantam sighed. "We'll have to get one of the team to look at it. They've gotta have someone dealing with first-aid aboard."
At this point, Ice P came back through the curtain. His fur seemed to be matted down to his body somewhat and his expression had lost some of its jolliness.
"Sorry, kids. The tour's going to have to be suspended for a while."
***
Jess laid on her back wondering. Her right leg was propped up on four pillows and the burning feeling from it had not lessened any.
"Nothing is ever easy."
Charisma opened his eyes and looked at her from the bed he and Bantam were lying on.
"You expected this to be easy?"
Bantam mumbled something and turned over.
"…He's asleep?" Jess asked.
"Seems so. He'll sleep through anything, mind."
"…D'ya think this was just… not meant to be." Jess said.
Charisma got up and sat on Jess' bed.
"Jess, if this wasn't meant to be, then we wouldn't have gotten this far."
"You believe that?"
"I know that, babe."
"Babe?" Jess laughed.
"I dunno… I just said it." Charisma smiled.
"…It's OK, Charisma." Jess said, and took hold of his hand.
Charisma leaned over to kiss Jess' forehead. Jess put her arm behind his head and brought his head down, so he was face to face with her.
Images of them kissing, sharing tender moments, kneeling together by the fireside at Christmas, fleeted through Charisma's mind, he brought his face forward to meet hers, their lips nearly touching…
BLAM!!!
The lights went out again as the craft jolted forward, tumbling Charisma onto the floor and throwing Jess on top of him.
"Yarrrgh!" Jess shouted, her leg thrown from its relaxed position.
And suddenly, silence.
"Bantam?" Charisma asked.
"Still here." Bantam replied, sounding a little groggy.
The lights flickered and came back on.
The craft seemed very quiet, no motor humming or anything.
"I think we've stopped dead."
"Brilliant."
Ice P's voice crackled through the small two-way radio, now on the floor. "Kids, the Omni-aid part of the craft has malfunctioned…"
There was silence, then a sigh was heard. "You'll have to get out of the craft…"
Charisma picked up the radio. "No problem, Ice. What then?"
Ice P sighed deeply again.
"You don't understand Charisma. You three are in the Omni-area. You're not where we are. The technology has failed. You're stuck in a completely different place to the rest of us."
Charisma stared at Bantam an Jess.
Ice P continued. "We're in the main part of the craft, the real part you could say. We've suffered heavy damage. We think we're somewhere in the Jungle Zone."
Jess spoke up. "Where are we then?"
"Where the Omni-space is stored. A zero dimension of sorts…"
"What?"
"…The Special Zone."
End of Chapter 5…
***
All original characters in this story are copyright to me only.
The story plot itself is also copyright to me only.
Do not re-distribute without my permission.
*Michael Stewart Stephenson*
Chapter 5 - Turnips And Underwear
"Ice!" A female voiced followed. "Shields are at 23 percent! They're not gonna hold any longer!"
Ice P took off running into the darkness, leaving the kids alone with Liz. He yanked open a curtain and disappeared inside.
The craft was still rocking wildly and to make matters worse, the lights dimmed to red and a piercing alarm started ringing.
"Better get down, lads." Liz said, Charisma and Bantam obediently joined Jess on the floor of the craft.
"Didn't see this on the travel brochure…" Charisma mumbled.
"Liz!" Ice P shouted. "We could do with some help here!"
Liz glanced at the three on the floor. "Sorry, guys. I think you'd be best off staying right here. Urm, Condisco and Alatus will stay with you."
Liz sprinted off and vanished.
The craft was shook again and Charisma and Jess fell face down. Something fell from the ceiling onto Jess' leg and she screamed in pain.
Condisco hurried round to her and patted her head softly.
"What's happening?!" Bantam asked.
Condisco turned to him and made his Chao-ball into a question mark, bouncing above his head.
"OK…"
"I'm going up there." Charisma said, referring to the place Ice P and Liz were.
Condisco ran in front of Charisma as he was getting to his elbows. He spread his little arms wide and shook his head, a pleading look in his eyes.
Charisma stared at Condisco then spoke to him.
"I need to find out what's happening, I might be able to help."
The small Chao shook his head violently and his Chao-ball changed to a bold exclamation mark.
Charisma found it strange to be taking advice from the little creature, but reminding himself that Condisco lived on the craft, he did.
Suddenly, without warning, a massive blast hit the craft and the alarms stopped, the red lights blinked off and were soon replaced with normal bleak white lights.
A few quiet seconds passed.
"Urm..." Bantam queried. "Are we dead?"
Jess turned over onto her back and yelped with pain from her leg.
No, they weren't dead.
A Chao dropped down to them, slightly larger than Condisco, with large, white wings folded behind it. A question mark appeared over its head and it ran off through a small square opening in the wall.
Condisco closely followed.
Charisma sat up and examined Jess' leg.
"It's fine, Charisma." She winced.
"Shut up and lie still." Charisma replied.
Jess did so.
Charisma traced a finger up her shin. He got about two thirds of the way before he felt a slight dent and Jess flinched, trying hard but failing to hide her suffering.
The area had started to swell slightly and a heavy bruise was already apparent.
"I don't know. It could be broken, but I'm no expert."
Jess looked at her leg. "I'm pretty sure it's not broken."
Bantam sighed. "We'll have to get one of the team to look at it. They've gotta have someone dealing with first-aid aboard."
At this point, Ice P came back through the curtain. His fur seemed to be matted down to his body somewhat and his expression had lost some of its jolliness.
"Sorry, kids. The tour's going to have to be suspended for a while."
***
Jess laid on her back wondering. Her right leg was propped up on four pillows and the burning feeling from it had not lessened any.
"Nothing is ever easy."
Charisma opened his eyes and looked at her from the bed he and Bantam were lying on.
"You expected this to be easy?"
Bantam mumbled something and turned over.
"…He's asleep?" Jess asked.
"Seems so. He'll sleep through anything, mind."
"…D'ya think this was just… not meant to be." Jess said.
Charisma got up and sat on Jess' bed.
"Jess, if this wasn't meant to be, then we wouldn't have gotten this far."
"You believe that?"
"I know that, babe."
"Babe?" Jess laughed.
"I dunno… I just said it." Charisma smiled.
"…It's OK, Charisma." Jess said, and took hold of his hand.
Charisma leaned over to kiss Jess' forehead. Jess put her arm behind his head and brought his head down, so he was face to face with her.
Images of them kissing, sharing tender moments, kneeling together by the fireside at Christmas, fleeted through Charisma's mind, he brought his face forward to meet hers, their lips nearly touching…
BLAM!!!
The lights went out again as the craft jolted forward, tumbling Charisma onto the floor and throwing Jess on top of him.
"Yarrrgh!" Jess shouted, her leg thrown from its relaxed position.
And suddenly, silence.
"Bantam?" Charisma asked.
"Still here." Bantam replied, sounding a little groggy.
The lights flickered and came back on.
The craft seemed very quiet, no motor humming or anything.
"I think we've stopped dead."
"Brilliant."
Ice P's voice crackled through the small two-way radio, now on the floor. "Kids, the Omni-aid part of the craft has malfunctioned…"
There was silence, then a sigh was heard. "You'll have to get out of the craft…"
Charisma picked up the radio. "No problem, Ice. What then?"
Ice P sighed deeply again.
"You don't understand Charisma. You three are in the Omni-area. You're not where we are. The technology has failed. You're stuck in a completely different place to the rest of us."
Charisma stared at Bantam an Jess.
Ice P continued. "We're in the main part of the craft, the real part you could say. We've suffered heavy damage. We think we're somewhere in the Jungle Zone."
Jess spoke up. "Where are we then?"
"Where the Omni-space is stored. A zero dimension of sorts…"
"What?"
"…The Special Zone."
End of Chapter 5…
***
