Awwww thanks for the luverly reviews everyone, you're all dolls. Now, I am under stress as I have A-LEVELS (wahhhhhhhh) and should be revising (eeep) but I have some spare time (I do?) so I'm writing now. I wish I could make some sort of career out of this, wouldn't that be great? Stay at home all day and write stories. I wish.
(This was the intro I wrote when I had started on this chapter {before I lost my muse in a most horrifying, bloody and maybe even Britney Spears' related way} and I have just realised that I am a truly mean and nasty person. How could I let you guys hang for so long? I mean A-LEVELS!!! I'm in Uni now. I feel so, so ashamed. I'd kill myself out of shame if I didn't have this obligation to you to finish. I'm sorry.)
Anyway, on with the fic.
Chapter ThreeQ LaFaras groaned and rubbed his head as he slowly swam up through the black tar of unconsciousness.
"God, why me? What did I ever do?" He asked no one in particular as he sat up, clutching his skull again as he did so.
He looked blearily around as his eyes focused after their short rest. He came face to face with murky green eyes and short cut blue hair, topping a sensitive face.
"Wah!" He yelped. Back pedalling slightly.
Aqua, for it was she, held up her hands in an appeasing fashion and stepped back timidly.
"Sorry. Didn't mean any harm, I just wanted to see if you were alright."
She blinked at him as he shook his head slightly, trying to dispel the lingering dizziness, and then cocked her head to one side.
"You are alright, aren't you?"
Q took a minute to gain his bearings, and then slowly and carefully stood up. He immediately doubled over, hissing and clutching his head.
Aqua bit her lip in sympathy.
"Headache right?"
He gave her a vaguely baleful look. "Killer."
"I've got aspirin."
Q turned around as fast as he dared with his skull splitting. Aqua just looked up.
This new girl was only a few inches shorter than Q himself. She had her dirty blonde hair in an unusual style, but her green-tinted brown eyes showed that she was no threat. Indeed, she seemed more likely to be the kind of person who befriended anyone and everyone on the grounds that she just liked them.
If she hadn't been offering aspirin while he tried to stop his head coming apart, her perky sweetness might have annoyed him. As it was, he just nodded gingerly, and took the medicine from her with grateful hands.
Alyssa Hardy had just woken up her self. Her pale ice blonde hair was marred by small clumps of mud and denim jeans were muddy at the knees. Looking around and seeing no one around, she made use of her mutation. Her ears curved and pointed slightly, her canines became longer and her nails elongated and retracted back into her fingers, becoming claw like. She felt much less vulnerable in this form, and lifted her head to scout the area.
She soon realised that she was in a shallow depression, sort of like a bowl, in the earth. Curved walls of dirt surrounded her on all sides, but she could see some sort of edge at the top. She again used her mutation to climb the slipping sides of one of the walls and pulled herself to the top.
Once there, she de-morphed and looked around at the landscape from the top. She seemed to be in some kind of field. There was knee high grass as far as she could see, and she wouldn't have been as bothered by it if it wasn't an especially vibrant shade of purple. Quickly deciding that finding out where she was and whether or not she was safe was more important than odd-coloured grass; she made a good attempt to ignore it. That and the sky which, although dark (it must have been night time) was not blue, but an ominous dusky red colour.
She heard various groans and voices around her, and realised that there were other depressions around her. And that they had people in them!
She made her way over to the nearest one and peered cautiously inside.
Drew lay on his back at the side of the earth, looking out at the strange red sky above them and waiting for the tiny fey girl beside him to wake up. He had wondered, when he himself had regained consciousness, whether she had been the cause of the explosion that had separated him from the others, but didn't think it was likely.
She made a curious companion, colourfully dressed and wacky looking, even in her forced sleep. He had noticed that she was wearing glasses and had been grateful that they were in one piece and not smashed into her face as they might've been.
As he stared out at the sky, now wearing his black jacket, he saw a feminine face with thick, near-white hair and hazel green eyes peep over the top. He froze, and the creature froze and they continued to stare for a few more minutes.
Finally, he found his voice.
"Who are you?"
The supposed girl at the top was silent.
"Okay then. Are you the one who did this to us?"
She shook her head, then answered, thankfully in English.
"I thought you might've done it."
It was Drew's turn to shake his head.
The girl narrowed her eyes.
"Who's she?"
Drew looked over to the small girl and then back at the stranger, shrugging.
"Dunno. She was here when I woke up."
Apparently, after a few more minutes of studying, the girl must've decided that Drew wasn't a threat, as she stood up and leant a hand down to help them out of the pit.
"My name's Alyssa Hardy."
"Andrew Troy. Call me Drew though."
He took her hand and shook it, but didn't accept the offer to climb out. He turned to the unconscious girl and tried to shake her awake.
Alex dreamt that she was in the Current, the universal force that held the world together, and from where she got her powers. She flowed through it, swimming, diving and spinning. Suddenly, she couldn't move. She was buffeted and tugged this way and that way. She opened her eyes…
Alex sat up fast, nearly knocking her head into Drew's teeth.
She put a hand to her head and looked around, settling on Drew. Her eye's went huge.
"Who…?"
She was interrupted.
"I'm Andrew Troy, but call me Drew. No, I don't know where we are, and I didn't do this. I'm wondering if you might have anything to do with it?"
Alex shook her head.
"Honestly, I haven't got nothing to do wit it. I don't even know where I am meself." She had a strong Irish accent and seemed just as confused as Drew had been. Besides, she didn't seem like the malicious type. Drew reached a hand and helped her up, handing her her glasses.
"Like I said, I'm Drew, this…" Pointing to the blonde girl. "Is Alyssa Hardy, and you are?"
Alex dusted herself off and then beamed a huge grin at the boy, who stood at least a foot taller than she did. She grabbed his hand and shook it madly.
"I'm Alexandra Mitchell, but you can call me Alex, thanks fer keeping me glasses and thanks fer lookin' after me while I was out'f it, s'not often that you get people doin' things lie that fer each other, oh my gosh, have ye seen the sky?"
Drew looked slightly bewildered and looked to Alyssa for help.
Alyssa called down to them.
"Reach up and I'll give you a hand out of there. You have to see the rest of this place."
Her and Drew helped Alex out of the pit, and then Alex and Alyssa dragged Drew out.
The strange colours of the area they were in shocked them, but they soon got over it and began looking into the other pits for more people. Drew especially wanted to find out where Kess and the rest of the gang were.
The thin honey brown haired girl stirred with a groan. She sat up stiffly and rubbed her head. She felt a large bump forming there and wondered why she had been hit. As she sat on the ground, trying to remember what had happened to her, she heard voices from above.
*Above? I must have fallen down into this pit and gotten lost. *
With this logic, she cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled for help.
A tall, brown-eyed, golden blond boy, a tall frosty looking girl and a sprite of a girl, who looked like she had had too much caffeine for a whole office block of people, soon answered her.
"Are you okay down there?" The boy called down to her.
She moved around and checked all her limbs to make sure nothing was broken. But she could still feel something off.
"Yeah. Yeah, I think so. Who are you?"
"This is Alex Mitchell, Drew Troy and I'm Alyssa Hardy." The tall blonde told her. "What's your name?"
"I'm Erika… umm, Erika… uh…"
Erika began to panic as she suddenly realised that she couldn't remember her last name. She frantically tired to remember anything else, but all her brain gave her was 'you're a girl, you're 17 and you're a mutant'.
She looked up at the three bystanders.
"I…" She started, fighting back the tears of frustration and panic that were threatening to show.
"I can't remember who I am!"
Finally, a chapter out. Sorry for anyone who didn't see their character in this chapter, promise they'll be in the next one. Promise. Love you all, please review. Talentless.