AN: Sorry about the ending of this chapter, I know it's not brilliant but I couldn't think of anything else. I love you reveiwers you're so good to me! If there is anyone that isn't reveiwing but reading the story then QUIT BEING SO LAZY!! So back to the Purple One.......
Emotions are Edible.
Chapter 3
No luck. Trance had been wandering around looking for Rev for quite a while and she'd still not seen him. She'd looked in all the obvious places he would be. Maybe he was hiding in one of the old crew quarters. But anyway, she'd decided to give herself a break and see how Harper was doing in Hydroponics. Not that she didn't trust him with her plants. Of course not! Never! She just.....didn't want him to get bored, that was all.
But when the doors opened she saw what looked like some terrible nightmare. Her flowers, her plants, her trees, her garden was dead! Brown, ugly and dead. She could've cried, but she held it back. In the middle of the devastation sat Harper, running a hand through his blond spikey hair.
"Harper!" she gasped, she felt the tears filling her eyes and she blinked them back. Harper looked up, he jumped up and ran over to her to explain. But she wouldn't let him speak. "Harper, what happened? What did you do? I leave you with them for a little while, I come back and find them all dead!" The tone in her voice switched from sadness to anger. "What was it you said right before I left? 'Trust in the Harper!' Well I can't do that anymore! Never again!" she turned and ran out of Hydroponics, tail tapping the floor as she left.
"Trance!" Harper called running after her. But as soon as he'd got 'round the corner, she'd disappeared.
Rev listened to the voices trying to make out the words as he sat in the room of one of the old crew members. At first he had not wanted to disturb the old quarters but reasoned that he would not harm it in any way and that surely nobody would mind if he used it for awhile. Besides he needed somewhere to go where he wouldn't be disturbed.
He had been reading his book when he became aware of a sound in his mind. It began so quietly that he didn't know what it was but slowly it grew a little louder. Realising they were words being whispered to him, he retreated to the quiet of the crew quarters to listen.
The voice was soft and gentle and spoke wise words that lulled him into a meditation state and in this he stayed for about an hour. But to him time meant nothing. A second took forever and forever took a second. But the voice grew harsh and spoke dark words until suddenly it switched to a completely different tongue. The language that Rev had abandoned long ago. Rev dragged himself out of the trance and stood up. It was the creature! The creature was forcing these things into his head! He cried out as it got louder and louder until he hear nothing else. He screwed his eyes shut and clutched the sides of his head with his clawed hands. He would not listen! He would NOT LISTEN!
Trance stomped down the corridor. She pouted angrily and her cheeks were a deep shade of purple. How could Harper let that happen? How could Harper kill her beautiful garden that she'd worked so hard on in under an hour?! She slowed down and the anger slipped away, ( now it was John-bob who was pouting ) as realisation washed over her. How could Harper kill all the plants in Hydroponics in that short time? He couldn't, he didn't. John-bob did it to upset things. How could she be so stupid? How could she shout at Harper like that? How could she not have trusted him? She lowered her sad eyes to the floor.
Suddenly a terrible screech ripped through the air. She whirled around to the direction of the noise. Rev was at the end of the corridor hunched over, bearing his teeth and clawing at the air infront of him. He hurled himself down the corridor at her. Her eyes widened and she gave a little squeal as she turned and ran as fast as she could. She skided 'round the corner and jumped down the ladder. She ran down two more corridors and squashed herself into a corner. She breathed hard and wished the John-bob would leave Rev alone before he hurt anybody. But Trance knew that this would never happen.
She was about to go find the others to warn them when she heard the familiar sound of boots running towards her and a voice calling her name. In return she called out. "Harper!" He appeared around the corner and ran up to her.
"Trance, the plants, it wasn't me.-" he started.
"I know it was John-bob. I am so sorry! I wasn't thinking. But Harper, it's Rev-" she was cut off by the magog's screams and screeches. They turned to see and there was Rev, the Wayist medallion now missing, hurtling towards them. Almost by instinct, Harper stood protectively infront of Trance. The usually peaceful creature lunged forward at the two and let his cruel claws plunge into Harper's stomach.
His unblinking eyes glazed over as he continued to look at Rev. He let out a weak gasp of pain as the magog pulled his curved claws out of him. Rev was shocked and horrified, John-bob had let him go at that precise moment to let him feel the guilt of 'his' actions. He backed away shaking his head in disbelief and a tear fell to the ground as he turned and fled.
Trance was frozen. She couldn't speak. She'd tried to cry out but nothing came. Harper collapsed at her feet. She wasn't quick enough to catch him but she pulled herself together and knelt down beside his shaking, bleeding form.
Emotions are Edible.
Chapter 3
No luck. Trance had been wandering around looking for Rev for quite a while and she'd still not seen him. She'd looked in all the obvious places he would be. Maybe he was hiding in one of the old crew quarters. But anyway, she'd decided to give herself a break and see how Harper was doing in Hydroponics. Not that she didn't trust him with her plants. Of course not! Never! She just.....didn't want him to get bored, that was all.
But when the doors opened she saw what looked like some terrible nightmare. Her flowers, her plants, her trees, her garden was dead! Brown, ugly and dead. She could've cried, but she held it back. In the middle of the devastation sat Harper, running a hand through his blond spikey hair.
"Harper!" she gasped, she felt the tears filling her eyes and she blinked them back. Harper looked up, he jumped up and ran over to her to explain. But she wouldn't let him speak. "Harper, what happened? What did you do? I leave you with them for a little while, I come back and find them all dead!" The tone in her voice switched from sadness to anger. "What was it you said right before I left? 'Trust in the Harper!' Well I can't do that anymore! Never again!" she turned and ran out of Hydroponics, tail tapping the floor as she left.
"Trance!" Harper called running after her. But as soon as he'd got 'round the corner, she'd disappeared.
Rev listened to the voices trying to make out the words as he sat in the room of one of the old crew members. At first he had not wanted to disturb the old quarters but reasoned that he would not harm it in any way and that surely nobody would mind if he used it for awhile. Besides he needed somewhere to go where he wouldn't be disturbed.
He had been reading his book when he became aware of a sound in his mind. It began so quietly that he didn't know what it was but slowly it grew a little louder. Realising they were words being whispered to him, he retreated to the quiet of the crew quarters to listen.
The voice was soft and gentle and spoke wise words that lulled him into a meditation state and in this he stayed for about an hour. But to him time meant nothing. A second took forever and forever took a second. But the voice grew harsh and spoke dark words until suddenly it switched to a completely different tongue. The language that Rev had abandoned long ago. Rev dragged himself out of the trance and stood up. It was the creature! The creature was forcing these things into his head! He cried out as it got louder and louder until he hear nothing else. He screwed his eyes shut and clutched the sides of his head with his clawed hands. He would not listen! He would NOT LISTEN!
Trance stomped down the corridor. She pouted angrily and her cheeks were a deep shade of purple. How could Harper let that happen? How could Harper kill her beautiful garden that she'd worked so hard on in under an hour?! She slowed down and the anger slipped away, ( now it was John-bob who was pouting ) as realisation washed over her. How could Harper kill all the plants in Hydroponics in that short time? He couldn't, he didn't. John-bob did it to upset things. How could she be so stupid? How could she shout at Harper like that? How could she not have trusted him? She lowered her sad eyes to the floor.
Suddenly a terrible screech ripped through the air. She whirled around to the direction of the noise. Rev was at the end of the corridor hunched over, bearing his teeth and clawing at the air infront of him. He hurled himself down the corridor at her. Her eyes widened and she gave a little squeal as she turned and ran as fast as she could. She skided 'round the corner and jumped down the ladder. She ran down two more corridors and squashed herself into a corner. She breathed hard and wished the John-bob would leave Rev alone before he hurt anybody. But Trance knew that this would never happen.
She was about to go find the others to warn them when she heard the familiar sound of boots running towards her and a voice calling her name. In return she called out. "Harper!" He appeared around the corner and ran up to her.
"Trance, the plants, it wasn't me.-" he started.
"I know it was John-bob. I am so sorry! I wasn't thinking. But Harper, it's Rev-" she was cut off by the magog's screams and screeches. They turned to see and there was Rev, the Wayist medallion now missing, hurtling towards them. Almost by instinct, Harper stood protectively infront of Trance. The usually peaceful creature lunged forward at the two and let his cruel claws plunge into Harper's stomach.
His unblinking eyes glazed over as he continued to look at Rev. He let out a weak gasp of pain as the magog pulled his curved claws out of him. Rev was shocked and horrified, John-bob had let him go at that precise moment to let him feel the guilt of 'his' actions. He backed away shaking his head in disbelief and a tear fell to the ground as he turned and fled.
Trance was frozen. She couldn't speak. She'd tried to cry out but nothing came. Harper collapsed at her feet. She wasn't quick enough to catch him but she pulled herself together and knelt down beside his shaking, bleeding form.