Hey all! I decided to keep going with my 'Her Paradise' fic- so I'm extending it into a story. Her Paradise was just the prologue- this is chapter one. This story plot has nothing to do with Shadow's story- it's a side story that happens in the future after the EW. This is Amy just being really messed up- so much that even Heero, who usually can calm her down, has a rough time dealing with her.
I think you all know the disclaimers.
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Chapter One: Clipping Her Wings
It was well after midnight when the glass door opened from the back patio into the house. Slipping in quietly, the figure padded across the floor, the light from the windows only just throwing off shadows and giving the lithe, sneaky figure an eerie glow.
The figure rounded the corner and started up the beautiful, grand spiraling staircase that was in the front of the house. It would take the person upstairs to the second level, where five teens were sleeping quietly- the last, and sixth teen, was not sleeping so peacefully. Even in the large, carpeted hallway, the figure from the shadows could hear her tossing.
The door opened up to reveal a spacious room filled and looking quite homely- there was a four-poster bed in the middle of one wall with a nightstand to the left of it, and to the right was a stereo; on another wall was a walk in closet, and next to that, a set of dressers. On the other side of the closet, there was a full length mirror and then a desk, where a laptop, with a blinking screensaver of butterflies dancing across the screen gave off a faint blue glow. But what was very eye drawing was that this was the only room with the whole other wall, opposite the bed, was made entirely of glass; the blue curtains were tied off to the sides, where there was a glass window, then two sliding glass doors, and another glass window, and then the other curtain; beyond this, outside, was a balcony- overlooking a cliff that let out to the ocean. It was a spectacular sight on a night like this, when it was clear and the moon was full and twinkling.
The figure, though only pausing a moment to take all of this in, moved to the bed, where a lone girl was tossing every few moments, whimpering and sweating. The sheets were tangled around her legs, her upper half of her body exposed, where she was only wearing a spaghetti strap baby blue tank top. She was wearing shorts of the same color, only with clouds dotting the shorts here and there. The normally tamed, braided golden brown hair had become unraveled in her tossing and turning, and was now half splayed out behind her like a fan, half splayed across her chest. And the shadowy figure stared at her, with an admiration in those twinkling, fierce eyes. /Oh yes,/ he thought, /she will be mine. She will be. All she needs is..../
Reaching out, a dart gun of odd shape was revealed to be in the figures hand. Waiting for the right moment would be torturous, but they could wait if it meant watching her-
/Damn!/ The figure thought. She had turned onto her stomach, whimpering and leaving the back of her neck exposed. With a grin, the flat tip of the dart gun was placed against the conjunction of her skull and spine, and he pulled the trigger. There was a small release that sounded like letting out pressurized air, and then a wet pop. Holding the gun there, and revealed in the light as a man, the figure grinned devilishly as he knew what came next. In a second, the skin started to burn, giving off a foul smell. This was when violet eyes flashed open and the girl, now awake, screamed bloody murder as the burning of her flesh stopped and then the man turned and fled out the glass doors, closing them behind him and jumping over the rail on the balcony and to the cliff, and then over the side until he hit the sand and disappeared into the night.
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Screaming like the devil, Amy woke up and started to claw at the back of her neck where it burned like hell. She could feel a series of bumps and raises there, but she couldn't tell...
And then Matt burst open the door to her room, his gun at the ready as he swung it around the room and then ran to his now whimpering friend on the bed as Trel, Niki, and Savanna, followed by Jason, came in with their guns poised.
"Amy, Amy, calm down! Please, what's wrong?" Matt threw his gun aside and placed steadying hands on his comrades shoulders, only to be shoved away as she screamed again. Matt threw a helpless look over his shoulder at Trel, who came over and took up his place on the bed while Matt and the others started to sweep the room.
"Amy, sh, it's okay, it's me, Trel," Trel said soothingly, and Amy, shaking and still clawing at the back of her neck, opened shimmering blue-violet eyes- she was crying, and that threw Trel off guard. Amy rarely cried, and even more rarely in front of her team. And then, as Trel was going to say something, Amy launched herself forward and went into hysterics in Trel's arms, and Trel just sat there, rocking her friend gently and gathering her tangled, wild hair to one side.
Savanna approached the bed, with a mediocre look on her face. "There's no sign of breaking and entering- I don't get it. Amy's been acting so weird the past couple of weeks, and- HOLY CRAP!" Savanna startled everyone else at her outburst, and she pointed to Amy's now exposed neck, being of Trel's doing. "Why does Amy have a barcode on the back of her neck!?"
Jason came over, and in an attempt to get everyone to lighten up (since it was this rare to see Amy hysterical) said, "Um, barcode check in Isle 1. I repeat, Barcode check in Isle 1." Amy laughed slightly, looking better, but as everyone looked on, Niki had a clear shot of Amy's neck- and was the only one that noticed the red barcode welt was getting black before Amy tossed her now tied back hair over her shoulder.
"So, what's wrong?" Niki asked. "What came through here?"
Matt came in from off the balcony. "There are no signs of forced entry."
Amy shook her head slowly. "He came in the back patio doors, upstairs, did whatever he did to me, and then took off out of my balcony, over the side, down the cliff and disappeared onto the beach."
Savanna gave her a skeptical look but didn't say anything. /How did she know so much about that if she was asleep..?/
Trel was all over it as she flung open the glass doors, gun in hand, and hopped up onto the railing before hanging down and landing on the ground below her. She wasn't a Gundam pilot for nothing; she didn't get a scratch. Almost immediately Trel disappeared into the cover of darkness.
Niki couldn't help but think about what had happened in the past few weeks, after they finally got back and moved back in together.. too many weird things had happened..
*FLASH*
"Amy, come and eat," Savanna said to the girl, who was sitting on the ledge to the bay window that overlooked their large backyard. Amy seemed to be ignoring her, her violet eyes looking strangely distant.
"Amy?" Savanna walked over to her, and touched her shoulder. Before she knew what happened, Savanna was on the floor, winded, and Amy had one hand pressing down on Savanna's windpipe, the other pinning her hands above her head. Amy's eyes were covered by her overly long bangs, and she was breathing harshly. It made Savanna feel like she had a demon leaning over her...
"A-Amy," Savanna managed to choke out, her eyes clouding over.
Jason came flying out from the kitchen, knocking Amy over and to the ground, where she lay pinned under him, placid and staring ahead blankly. Savanna got up, rubbing her neck and looking confused at her friend laying in a crumpled heap under Jason.
"Amy, what the Hell do you think you were doing!?" Jason barked at her, and she jumped, startled, before kicking at him from behind.
"JASON! Get off me! Where do you get off sitting on me while I was sleeping!? Honestly, I never-"
Savanna, startled, backed away, confused. /She doesn't remember...?/
*FLASH*
Amy was sitting at her laptop in her room, clicking idly every now and then. Niki, walking passed, called out a hello, and then started walking by when she heard Amy say, in a voice totally unlike her...
"He's coming... and going to destroy us... the War will be abroad once again..."
*FLASH*
Niki came out of her thoughts as she stared at Amy, who was now pacing back and forth in front of the glass doors. For a split second Amy had been staring right into Niki's eyes, a chilling, icy look to those violets while they were connected with greys, before Amy's eyes broke away and she continued pacing. A huge change had occurred, and Niki could see it, within only a few minutes of being up.
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Trel came back, scaling the wall effortlessly and climbing over the rail and onto the balcony, shaking her head. "There were footprints, and then tire tracks, but no lead to where they went."
Matt sighed, rubbing his eyes and staring at the clock on the bedside table. "Alright, well, go get some sleep then... it's only quarter to four and we've got school tomorrow."
"I'm too antsy to go to sleep.. I'm just going to go downstairs and hang around." Amy had a misted over look to her eyes now and everyone filed out of her room, her last, but as she was going to close her door behind her, she turned, held out her hand palm up and whispered "Tooikono.." The glass doors, still standing open, shut and locked by themselves. Then, she walked out into the hall, closing her door gently and padded downstairs. Trel, Niki, Jason, Matt, and Savanna watched silently after her.
"Has she gone off the deep end or is it just me?" Jason deadpanned, keeping a straight face. Matt didn't find it funny.
"Jason, this is no time to joke. Someone just breeched your security system, burned something onto the back of her neck and then slipped like water down a drain."
"Good analogy, Sherlock," Savanna said sarcastically, giving her eyes a roll. "We know that. But Amy's been acting really weird ever since we got back. It's almost like she's- well, psychic. Have you seen her looking at us lately? It's like she can-"
"-see right through you and into your mind? Known what you're thinking? Yeah Savanna, we know," Trel said silently, looking at her feet. "Ever since we left..."
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hat morning, everyone- excluding Amy- woke up to a pleasant smell of cooking batter and bacon. Jason, smelling it first, bounded down to the kitchen and was just about to round the corner when something from inside the kitchen made him stop short. Someone was talking...
"You're supposed to leave.. go back to the universe you belong to... start the war again..."
Jason mouthed to himself, 'Start the war again?' The voice sounded unlike Amy, But not entirely unlike her. He decided to listen a bit more. The voice he heard now was definitely Amy's now.
"No, I won't! My friends hard work will not go to waste... just because that stupid chip is in my neck does not mean that I am yours to control-"
"Hush! One of them is outside the door. Now go, my minion... kill him."
/Gulp!/ Jason thought, starting to sweat. Just then, Amy flew around the molding of the door, her eyes glowing fiercely with a sort of demonic light.
"Ehehehe... Um... I'm just going to go back up to bed now, so, um, if you'll excuse me, All High and Mighty.. Your Highness, Excellency, My Ladyship..." Jason laughed nervously as Amy silently started to advance on him.
"You're worthless..." Her growl-like voice came out in a scratchy tone (think The Exorcist) and she took another step forward. "You must be... must be..."
And then she threw her hands to her head, giving a small whimper and then yelled, "GET OUT OF MY HEAD! You can't control me! JASON IS MY FRIEND! I WON'T KILL HIM!"
And then the Demonic Amy was back, growling and advancing on Jason, who was now being backed up across the main entrance hall. "You will kill him... he will only tell the others what has gone on... my Precious, he does not deserve to live... he will take what is yours... KILL HIM!"
And then Jason banged into the front door and started to fumble with the locks and keypad, keeping his eyes glued to Amy, who was still advancing on him, growling on and fighting with herself. It was totally weird, and now Jason was royally scared.
"I swear Amy if this is a trick than you win! I'm sorry for the rotten cheese I put in your bed! I didn't think you'd go this far for payback!" Jason was stalling. Just a bit more... he couldn't get the last latch free, just a small nudge and then...
"Revenge is sweet, my prey, but, alas, this is no joke." Demon Amy seemed to be getting more control, steadily still advancing. "As much as that cheese stank, you still reek even more..."
"Aw, c-c'mon, I was only joking around.. I- I didn't know that you were in the kitchen talking- I would've stayed away, only Amy was cooking and-"
"ENOUGH!" The roar was startling and Jason froze for a second, and then heard the 'pop' of the last latch opening. /Success is such sweet sorrow!/
"Your death comes now tiny one!" Amy launched, fingernails now claws, outstretched as if to gore him, and she let out a bird like cry, like her phoenix so often used to do.
"Sorry, Demon Bitch, but not today!" With that, Jason flung the door open and side-stepped, and Demon Amy went crashing out the door and down the front steps, face first into the dirt. Jason swung the door closed just as she recovered and came back at the house, and she crashed into the door with a 'Thwump'.
"Score one for the Jas-man!" Jason gave himself a high-five and did the moon walk across the front hall, and right into Matt. Savanna, Niki, and Trel flanked him. Jason internally cringed at the look he was getting from the four.
"What the Hell was that!?" Savanna roared at her friend. "Some sick joke you two were pulling off?"
"What are you talking about, Savanna? I swear to God- well, maybe the Force- that she was totally freaking on me!" Jason's eyes went stark-wide and did a hands-up as if he had a gun pointed at his forehead. "We were not pulling that stunt off. She's stark raving bonkers, I'm tellin' ya!"
Before anyone could get another word out, there was a knocking on the door and Jason cringed, externally now, at seeing Amy in the window.
"Guys? Guys, what happened? Why am I outside?" She looked genuinely confused, and Matt strolled across the floor and opened the door, throwing a glare over his shoulder at Jason.
"Sorry Amy, but Jason locked you out. Just don't pull that stunt again, okay? You really freaked us. But good job switching back and forth like that. Really had us going," Matt said, shaking his head with a raised eyebrow and had a small quirk on his lips.
Amy's frown deepened, rubbing her jean-coat covered arm absentmindedly. "Matt, what are you talking about? I wasn't trying to pull anything off...The first thing I know is that I was sleeping on the couch, and the next second I'm outside sitting on the front steps..."
TBC.
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So? What did you guys think? Ya like? Review please! I live off of feedback. Have any ideas on where I'm going with this? Take a wild guess. ^__^ Other then that, give me some ideas for what to do with your characters! This might turn into something REALLY big... and when I say it, I mean it. Ja ne!
I think you all know the disclaimers.
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Chapter One: Clipping Her Wings
It was well after midnight when the glass door opened from the back patio into the house. Slipping in quietly, the figure padded across the floor, the light from the windows only just throwing off shadows and giving the lithe, sneaky figure an eerie glow.
The figure rounded the corner and started up the beautiful, grand spiraling staircase that was in the front of the house. It would take the person upstairs to the second level, where five teens were sleeping quietly- the last, and sixth teen, was not sleeping so peacefully. Even in the large, carpeted hallway, the figure from the shadows could hear her tossing.
The door opened up to reveal a spacious room filled and looking quite homely- there was a four-poster bed in the middle of one wall with a nightstand to the left of it, and to the right was a stereo; on another wall was a walk in closet, and next to that, a set of dressers. On the other side of the closet, there was a full length mirror and then a desk, where a laptop, with a blinking screensaver of butterflies dancing across the screen gave off a faint blue glow. But what was very eye drawing was that this was the only room with the whole other wall, opposite the bed, was made entirely of glass; the blue curtains were tied off to the sides, where there was a glass window, then two sliding glass doors, and another glass window, and then the other curtain; beyond this, outside, was a balcony- overlooking a cliff that let out to the ocean. It was a spectacular sight on a night like this, when it was clear and the moon was full and twinkling.
The figure, though only pausing a moment to take all of this in, moved to the bed, where a lone girl was tossing every few moments, whimpering and sweating. The sheets were tangled around her legs, her upper half of her body exposed, where she was only wearing a spaghetti strap baby blue tank top. She was wearing shorts of the same color, only with clouds dotting the shorts here and there. The normally tamed, braided golden brown hair had become unraveled in her tossing and turning, and was now half splayed out behind her like a fan, half splayed across her chest. And the shadowy figure stared at her, with an admiration in those twinkling, fierce eyes. /Oh yes,/ he thought, /she will be mine. She will be. All she needs is..../
Reaching out, a dart gun of odd shape was revealed to be in the figures hand. Waiting for the right moment would be torturous, but they could wait if it meant watching her-
/Damn!/ The figure thought. She had turned onto her stomach, whimpering and leaving the back of her neck exposed. With a grin, the flat tip of the dart gun was placed against the conjunction of her skull and spine, and he pulled the trigger. There was a small release that sounded like letting out pressurized air, and then a wet pop. Holding the gun there, and revealed in the light as a man, the figure grinned devilishly as he knew what came next. In a second, the skin started to burn, giving off a foul smell. This was when violet eyes flashed open and the girl, now awake, screamed bloody murder as the burning of her flesh stopped and then the man turned and fled out the glass doors, closing them behind him and jumping over the rail on the balcony and to the cliff, and then over the side until he hit the sand and disappeared into the night.
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Screaming like the devil, Amy woke up and started to claw at the back of her neck where it burned like hell. She could feel a series of bumps and raises there, but she couldn't tell...
And then Matt burst open the door to her room, his gun at the ready as he swung it around the room and then ran to his now whimpering friend on the bed as Trel, Niki, and Savanna, followed by Jason, came in with their guns poised.
"Amy, Amy, calm down! Please, what's wrong?" Matt threw his gun aside and placed steadying hands on his comrades shoulders, only to be shoved away as she screamed again. Matt threw a helpless look over his shoulder at Trel, who came over and took up his place on the bed while Matt and the others started to sweep the room.
"Amy, sh, it's okay, it's me, Trel," Trel said soothingly, and Amy, shaking and still clawing at the back of her neck, opened shimmering blue-violet eyes- she was crying, and that threw Trel off guard. Amy rarely cried, and even more rarely in front of her team. And then, as Trel was going to say something, Amy launched herself forward and went into hysterics in Trel's arms, and Trel just sat there, rocking her friend gently and gathering her tangled, wild hair to one side.
Savanna approached the bed, with a mediocre look on her face. "There's no sign of breaking and entering- I don't get it. Amy's been acting so weird the past couple of weeks, and- HOLY CRAP!" Savanna startled everyone else at her outburst, and she pointed to Amy's now exposed neck, being of Trel's doing. "Why does Amy have a barcode on the back of her neck!?"
Jason came over, and in an attempt to get everyone to lighten up (since it was this rare to see Amy hysterical) said, "Um, barcode check in Isle 1. I repeat, Barcode check in Isle 1." Amy laughed slightly, looking better, but as everyone looked on, Niki had a clear shot of Amy's neck- and was the only one that noticed the red barcode welt was getting black before Amy tossed her now tied back hair over her shoulder.
"So, what's wrong?" Niki asked. "What came through here?"
Matt came in from off the balcony. "There are no signs of forced entry."
Amy shook her head slowly. "He came in the back patio doors, upstairs, did whatever he did to me, and then took off out of my balcony, over the side, down the cliff and disappeared onto the beach."
Savanna gave her a skeptical look but didn't say anything. /How did she know so much about that if she was asleep..?/
Trel was all over it as she flung open the glass doors, gun in hand, and hopped up onto the railing before hanging down and landing on the ground below her. She wasn't a Gundam pilot for nothing; she didn't get a scratch. Almost immediately Trel disappeared into the cover of darkness.
Niki couldn't help but think about what had happened in the past few weeks, after they finally got back and moved back in together.. too many weird things had happened..
*FLASH*
"Amy, come and eat," Savanna said to the girl, who was sitting on the ledge to the bay window that overlooked their large backyard. Amy seemed to be ignoring her, her violet eyes looking strangely distant.
"Amy?" Savanna walked over to her, and touched her shoulder. Before she knew what happened, Savanna was on the floor, winded, and Amy had one hand pressing down on Savanna's windpipe, the other pinning her hands above her head. Amy's eyes were covered by her overly long bangs, and she was breathing harshly. It made Savanna feel like she had a demon leaning over her...
"A-Amy," Savanna managed to choke out, her eyes clouding over.
Jason came flying out from the kitchen, knocking Amy over and to the ground, where she lay pinned under him, placid and staring ahead blankly. Savanna got up, rubbing her neck and looking confused at her friend laying in a crumpled heap under Jason.
"Amy, what the Hell do you think you were doing!?" Jason barked at her, and she jumped, startled, before kicking at him from behind.
"JASON! Get off me! Where do you get off sitting on me while I was sleeping!? Honestly, I never-"
Savanna, startled, backed away, confused. /She doesn't remember...?/
*FLASH*
Amy was sitting at her laptop in her room, clicking idly every now and then. Niki, walking passed, called out a hello, and then started walking by when she heard Amy say, in a voice totally unlike her...
"He's coming... and going to destroy us... the War will be abroad once again..."
*FLASH*
Niki came out of her thoughts as she stared at Amy, who was now pacing back and forth in front of the glass doors. For a split second Amy had been staring right into Niki's eyes, a chilling, icy look to those violets while they were connected with greys, before Amy's eyes broke away and she continued pacing. A huge change had occurred, and Niki could see it, within only a few minutes of being up.
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Trel came back, scaling the wall effortlessly and climbing over the rail and onto the balcony, shaking her head. "There were footprints, and then tire tracks, but no lead to where they went."
Matt sighed, rubbing his eyes and staring at the clock on the bedside table. "Alright, well, go get some sleep then... it's only quarter to four and we've got school tomorrow."
"I'm too antsy to go to sleep.. I'm just going to go downstairs and hang around." Amy had a misted over look to her eyes now and everyone filed out of her room, her last, but as she was going to close her door behind her, she turned, held out her hand palm up and whispered "Tooikono.." The glass doors, still standing open, shut and locked by themselves. Then, she walked out into the hall, closing her door gently and padded downstairs. Trel, Niki, Jason, Matt, and Savanna watched silently after her.
"Has she gone off the deep end or is it just me?" Jason deadpanned, keeping a straight face. Matt didn't find it funny.
"Jason, this is no time to joke. Someone just breeched your security system, burned something onto the back of her neck and then slipped like water down a drain."
"Good analogy, Sherlock," Savanna said sarcastically, giving her eyes a roll. "We know that. But Amy's been acting really weird ever since we got back. It's almost like she's- well, psychic. Have you seen her looking at us lately? It's like she can-"
"-see right through you and into your mind? Known what you're thinking? Yeah Savanna, we know," Trel said silently, looking at her feet. "Ever since we left..."
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hat morning, everyone- excluding Amy- woke up to a pleasant smell of cooking batter and bacon. Jason, smelling it first, bounded down to the kitchen and was just about to round the corner when something from inside the kitchen made him stop short. Someone was talking...
"You're supposed to leave.. go back to the universe you belong to... start the war again..."
Jason mouthed to himself, 'Start the war again?' The voice sounded unlike Amy, But not entirely unlike her. He decided to listen a bit more. The voice he heard now was definitely Amy's now.
"No, I won't! My friends hard work will not go to waste... just because that stupid chip is in my neck does not mean that I am yours to control-"
"Hush! One of them is outside the door. Now go, my minion... kill him."
/Gulp!/ Jason thought, starting to sweat. Just then, Amy flew around the molding of the door, her eyes glowing fiercely with a sort of demonic light.
"Ehehehe... Um... I'm just going to go back up to bed now, so, um, if you'll excuse me, All High and Mighty.. Your Highness, Excellency, My Ladyship..." Jason laughed nervously as Amy silently started to advance on him.
"You're worthless..." Her growl-like voice came out in a scratchy tone (think The Exorcist) and she took another step forward. "You must be... must be..."
And then she threw her hands to her head, giving a small whimper and then yelled, "GET OUT OF MY HEAD! You can't control me! JASON IS MY FRIEND! I WON'T KILL HIM!"
And then the Demonic Amy was back, growling and advancing on Jason, who was now being backed up across the main entrance hall. "You will kill him... he will only tell the others what has gone on... my Precious, he does not deserve to live... he will take what is yours... KILL HIM!"
And then Jason banged into the front door and started to fumble with the locks and keypad, keeping his eyes glued to Amy, who was still advancing on him, growling on and fighting with herself. It was totally weird, and now Jason was royally scared.
"I swear Amy if this is a trick than you win! I'm sorry for the rotten cheese I put in your bed! I didn't think you'd go this far for payback!" Jason was stalling. Just a bit more... he couldn't get the last latch free, just a small nudge and then...
"Revenge is sweet, my prey, but, alas, this is no joke." Demon Amy seemed to be getting more control, steadily still advancing. "As much as that cheese stank, you still reek even more..."
"Aw, c-c'mon, I was only joking around.. I- I didn't know that you were in the kitchen talking- I would've stayed away, only Amy was cooking and-"
"ENOUGH!" The roar was startling and Jason froze for a second, and then heard the 'pop' of the last latch opening. /Success is such sweet sorrow!/
"Your death comes now tiny one!" Amy launched, fingernails now claws, outstretched as if to gore him, and she let out a bird like cry, like her phoenix so often used to do.
"Sorry, Demon Bitch, but not today!" With that, Jason flung the door open and side-stepped, and Demon Amy went crashing out the door and down the front steps, face first into the dirt. Jason swung the door closed just as she recovered and came back at the house, and she crashed into the door with a 'Thwump'.
"Score one for the Jas-man!" Jason gave himself a high-five and did the moon walk across the front hall, and right into Matt. Savanna, Niki, and Trel flanked him. Jason internally cringed at the look he was getting from the four.
"What the Hell was that!?" Savanna roared at her friend. "Some sick joke you two were pulling off?"
"What are you talking about, Savanna? I swear to God- well, maybe the Force- that she was totally freaking on me!" Jason's eyes went stark-wide and did a hands-up as if he had a gun pointed at his forehead. "We were not pulling that stunt off. She's stark raving bonkers, I'm tellin' ya!"
Before anyone could get another word out, there was a knocking on the door and Jason cringed, externally now, at seeing Amy in the window.
"Guys? Guys, what happened? Why am I outside?" She looked genuinely confused, and Matt strolled across the floor and opened the door, throwing a glare over his shoulder at Jason.
"Sorry Amy, but Jason locked you out. Just don't pull that stunt again, okay? You really freaked us. But good job switching back and forth like that. Really had us going," Matt said, shaking his head with a raised eyebrow and had a small quirk on his lips.
Amy's frown deepened, rubbing her jean-coat covered arm absentmindedly. "Matt, what are you talking about? I wasn't trying to pull anything off...The first thing I know is that I was sleeping on the couch, and the next second I'm outside sitting on the front steps..."
TBC.
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So? What did you guys think? Ya like? Review please! I live off of feedback. Have any ideas on where I'm going with this? Take a wild guess. ^__^ Other then that, give me some ideas for what to do with your characters! This might turn into something REALLY big... and when I say it, I mean it. Ja ne!