Hey everyone! I'm back with the second chapter. Special thanks to Trel for nudging me to continue this fic- I wouldn't be here without that boot in the butt! But, as I'll personally say...
Go out of business and you are DEAD MEAT Trel!!!! I will hunt you down and shoot you personally! (Inside joke... ehehehehehe...)
Ahem... now... on with the fic... And I apologize for it not being as long as chapter one. e__e;;
I'm sure you all know the disclaimers.
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Chapter Two: The Attacks Begin
It was the next night that found everyone in the living room, watching TV. Amy and Jason were on separate sides of the living room, Amy sitting in the bay window and Jason in a high backed chair, with Matt, Trel, Savanna, and Niki in between them to keep them separated. Every now and then Jason would shoot a freaked-out glance at Amy, and she would just keep blankly staring at the screen of the television. After a while, Amy got up, unfolding herself from the window seat.
"I'm going to go to bed.. I'm really tired," Amy said. She was out of the living room before anyone chorused good night.
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Amy was halfway up the stairs when it hit her. Her throat clenched up and she felt her chest start to compress. She managed a weak, low, "No!" but is wasn't any use. Her eyes burned and she fought valiantly to keep them open, so they wouldn't shut and that damn demon wouldn't come out, but she was tilting on the edge of consciousness, and just couldn't fight it... she felt it taking over her, controlling her, and she was too weak, and her eyes closed...
And then they opened again, a blackened violet, with a demonic glow. A devilish smile graced her lips and she disappeared into the shadows of the upstairs hall.
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"I'm going upstairs." A half hour later, Matt was yawning and standing up. All these old Disney movies were just getting to him.
There were good nights all around as he heading from the living room to the front hall and up the stairs.
When Matt hit the last stair and stepped up onto the landing, his senses hyposensitized- very unlikely for him in his own home, especially so close to his room. But he felt a pair of eyes following him, and then a distant whimper. Immediately, he thought, /Amy!/ and sprinted down the hall to her room.
Opening her door cautiously, Matt stepped in and glanced around. He didn't see Amy on her bed, and her balcony curtains were closed, which was abnormal for her- on clear nights they were always open. But then Matt caught the faint hint of salt air and saw the curtains swaying. Going over, he parted one curtain to the side and saw that the glass doors were open- Amy wasn't out on the balcony. It was pitch black in the room when he turned, save for the sliver of light let in from the parted curtain.
And then Matt noticed it- he'd never closed the door, and yet there it was, closed with no light coming through. Narrowing his eyes and advancing forward, Matt reached to draw his gun from his waist. And then he heard a footstep behind him and a shadow loomed into the light from the balcony, and before he hit the ground he saw two glowing, violet red eyes and then heard his gun fall with a soft thump away from him, and two hands wrapped around his neck, and then his back banged quite forcefully into the ground, and for a second, he could have sworn that it was Amy atop him....
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There was a thump from upstairs.
"What was that?" Niki questioned, shifting from her place on the couch to look at the ceiling.
"I don't know," Trel said, brow furrowing. Drawing her gun, she motioned to the others and started down the hallway and up the stairs.
When she hit the landing, she sent Jason forward to station himself in Niki's doorway- all of the doors were open save for Amy's, where they thought the thump had come from- and with a quick sweep of Matt's room, Savanna confirmed he was not in there. Niki checked the bathroom to be sure, and then moved forward to kick open Amy's door.
With a bang, they rushed in and fanned out, and Jason reached over to flip on Amy's overhead light. On the floor was Matt, red welts on his neck, unconscious, with his gun but six feet away from his outstretched hand, as if he had been trying to reach it. There were no signs of a struggle, as if he'd been ambushed from the balcony. The curtains were open and being whipped around by the ocean breeze, and the glass doors were open. Amy was no where in sight.
"I told you she was nuts!" Jason said. "She tried to get me today- and look at Matt! If we were any later he would be dead."
Savanna was checking Matt's pulse and breathing. Niki was at Amy's doorway, making sure no one came in from the hall while Trel, after turning on the floodlights that lit it, was out on the balcony. On any other night she would have enjoyed the way the lights and night looked- now, though, she was getting worried. /What's going on? First Jason, who, thank the Force, didn't get hurt, and then Matt, who was almost suffocated. I want to know what's going on. Why is Amy suddenly like this? And what's going to happen next?/
Bringing her out of her thoughts, Savanna announced that Matt was fine and should be awake by morning. Trel offered to help carry him back to his bed and as she stepped off the balcony, she paused and turned back, looking out toward the cliffs- she could have sworn...
/No,/ she told herself, /there's nothing there./ With that, she snapped off the floodlights. Before all the glimmer was gone, though, the last shred of light hit dark reddened violets, and then they were gone, disappearing.
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Amy, groaning at the sunlight trying to break through the protective barriers that were her eyelids, rolled over to go back to sleep. Grabbing for her pillow, her hand gave a smack as it landed on pavement- cracked, wet, puddle-ridden pavement. Now fully awake, Amy's eyes shot open and looked out toward her hand, which was half-dried in blood, with it still being wet between the fingers. The black asphalt was covered in blood, and for a second Amy couldn't think. Then, an overwhelming feeling came over her and she puked onto ground, the vomit and blood mingling in a disgusting manner before she could physically get up and look around.
Sitting up, Amy found she was- literally- covered in the red life force. It covered the whole of her white shirt, and her blue denim jeans and black lace-up boots were covered as well. Looking to her left, she saw, against the wall, her blue jean jacket, lying in a crumpled heap, unscathed. To her right she found her once pristine white ribbon that she tied her hair with was spattered with red- her hair was slightly stained as well. Directly in front of her, a few hundred yards away, was an opening onto a busy sidewalk. No one seemed to notice her in the darkened alley way, and so she decided to look and see if there was a way out without being seen covered in the sickening liquid.
Maybe turning around hadn't been such a great idea. Immediately retching again, her head whipped back around and away from the sight of seven bodies lying in pools of their once-warm life blood. Each had their eyes gored and stomachs slashed open, but what disturbed Amy most was the mark on their foreheads- a small scythe, with a cross behind it.
Deciding she couldn't stay any longer, Amy re-braided her hair and tied it with the slightly mottled ribbon and then shrugged on her jean jacket. Checking her watch, the screen blinked "9:53.48 A.M." Amy went over and scaled the wall of one building and up to the rooftop effortlessly, adrenaline overwhelming her senses and telling her to just get the hell out of there, and as fast as she could.
Once she was several rooftops and stories up away from the alley, she heard a woman scream and then yell out, "Dave, Dave! There are bodies in the alley way! Bodies, gored.... DAVE!" Cringing, Amy disappeared down the side of another building and past the main city limits, and started to head toward the suburbs where hers and the others house was. /Maybe there I can find some peace and quiet to think and figure all of this out../
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Amy passed the time by trying to convince herself that this was all just some horrible joke someone was playing on her. As she jumped over one rooftop like a monkey, from one tree to the next, she kept overheard conversations, children playing, someone singing in a bathtub, a TV blaring on about some odd seven bodies found in an alleyway....
/Whoa, hold it!/ Amy thought, backtracking and, stuffing the hem of her shirt in the front of her pants, flipped herself over the limb of the tree she was in, looking into the house and seeing the TV blaring with a worried mother watching it. The newscaster was going on and on:
".....bodies were found in an alleyway behind a small restaurant this morning at approximately 10 A.M. They were gored and stumbled apon by the shop owner's wife. There are no clues as to whom or what did this, and we go now live to where Michael Dennison is on the scene....."
With a small gasp, Amy hauled herself back up into the tree, and sat there, wondering to herself, until the ghastly smell of the drying blood started to fill her nostrils. Pondering to herself, she continued over the rooftops and trees until she landed silently in the backyard of her home. Sliding open the glass doors as the grandfather clock chimed 11 A.M., Amy sighed and started up the main staircase.
At the top, she trudged down the hall, her face stricken and white compared to the blood stains apon it. Getting to her room, Amy closed the door behind her with a semi-loud bang, not caring if anyone was still asleep or if anyone knew that she was home. Immediately, she pulled off the jean jacket, her long gone white shirt and then unlaced her boots, pulling those off and was down to just her slightly stained undershirt and jeans.
Amy threw away the shirt and then went to the bathroom to clean off her boots; after that, she rinsed out her jeans which, amazingly, came clean, and then went back to her room.
Changing into her flannel shorts and an oversized t-shirt, she threw away the undershirt and bra, replacing them both with fresh ones onto her body. Setting the boots on the balcony in the rising sun, Amy fled to the bathroom for a much needed shower.
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Niki, who had been in her room, heard the constant back-and-forth movement of someone in the hallway. Now intrigued, she decided to go take a look.
Peeping her head out of her room, Niki caught a fleeting glimpse of a braid fly into the bathroom before the door shut, and, a few minutes later, the shower started running. Utterly curious now, and figuring that her initial worry of checking on Matt could wait but a few moments, Niki padded her way across the hall and knocked gently on the bathroom door.
"What!?" came the reply over the water. It was definitely Amy.
"I want to have a word with you when you get out," Niki said, her brow furrowing. "In fact, we all would. Be in the living room as soon as possible."
A grunt was all the response that Niki got, and, satisfied with it, she went to go check on Matt, helping him downstairs and to the couch, and then found Savanna, Jason, and Trel in the kitchen. Telling them to go to the living room, Niki went back upstairs to wait right at Amy's door. Amy was already in her room changing when Niki appeared.
"C'mon," Niki said. "We're waiting."
"Alright, alright!" Amy groaned while she pulled a black tanktop over her head. "I'm coming."
The two, heading downstairs, went in silence and when they entered the living room, Niki sat down and Amy was now in the middle of the room, five sets of eyes boring holes into her every which way she turned. Finally, Savanna ventured the first question.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"And what do you mean by that!?" Amy asked, her voice raised in anxiety.
"You know what I mean!" Savanna growled at Amy, her eyes glowering. "You attacked Matt last night and I have the feeling you were the one who killed those seven bodies that were found this morning."
Amy gave a small gulp and her shoulders slumped, and she bit her lips, chewing thoughtfully and choosing her words carefully before she spoke.
"...Yes, it must have been me, then... but I don't remember. Any of it. All I know is when it's going to come out- and I have less and less control over it each time..."
Savanna snorted and was about to open her mouth again when Trel leaned forward and stared at Amy's eyes; they were filled not with remorse, but with genuine fear.
"Amy, you're not lying.. I can tell. I just don't get it... what is this "It"?" Trel asked, her eyebrows drawn together. Amy, once again, chose her words before speaking.
"It's this.. thing... I can only explain it as if it were some sort of... demon... taking over my mind and body for periods of time. Like, I'm possessed or something... and... it's... oh God, I'm really scared!" Amy sighed, her eyes dimming even more, drained from physical and mental strain. "It's getting the better of me, and I can feel it... pretty soon there won't even be an Amy Maxelle anymore..."
Matt, leaning forward, took a deep breath before turning to Jason. "Get into contact with the Doctors... I want this figured out. Now."
"But Matt," Jason said, "Those old geezers? I mean, they'll want to experiment- do really weird things and-"
"NO!" barked Niki, who had been silent since she'd entered the living room. "We won't let that happen. Not to Amy. Even if she is "possessed", she's still a part of our team. Without a leg, a person cannot walk. We'd cripple and fall if we let those stupid, crazy, psychotic bastards experiment on her!"
Matt nodded with finality. "Okay, so it's not the scientists... what about Sally?"
Trel shook her head. "She can't get us a confidential enough clinic to do any tests in. Amy's secret would be out all over that dimension if Sally did anything."
"Then who can we get?" Savanna asked, chewing at her bottom lip. "I mean, the only other people who would know how to help us are a dimension away and we can't even get there."
"She's right," Jason said, shrugging. "We can't even give old comrades a call. It's impossible to contact the other pilots without the help of the Force, and even they won't respond to e-mail-"
This spurred a large racket about who and what was going to get contacted, and how they were going to get to the other dimension and back. Then, everyone except Amy, agreed that no one could get through from either dimension to the other, and that they had already tried.
With a loud clearing of her throat, Amy brought the attention back to herself. "Before we do anything," she said in a clear voice, "I'm bringing Heero here. I need to talk to him. I just... I just need another voice of reason."
Five jaws dropped simultaneously.
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So? What did you think? I'm sorry it's not quite as long as my last chapter, but I had a hard time thinking of what to do after I had Amy wake up in that alley. Thanks for the help Trel! Oh, and review please! ~Amz
Go out of business and you are DEAD MEAT Trel!!!! I will hunt you down and shoot you personally! (Inside joke... ehehehehehe...)
Ahem... now... on with the fic... And I apologize for it not being as long as chapter one. e__e;;
I'm sure you all know the disclaimers.
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Chapter Two: The Attacks Begin
It was the next night that found everyone in the living room, watching TV. Amy and Jason were on separate sides of the living room, Amy sitting in the bay window and Jason in a high backed chair, with Matt, Trel, Savanna, and Niki in between them to keep them separated. Every now and then Jason would shoot a freaked-out glance at Amy, and she would just keep blankly staring at the screen of the television. After a while, Amy got up, unfolding herself from the window seat.
"I'm going to go to bed.. I'm really tired," Amy said. She was out of the living room before anyone chorused good night.
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Amy was halfway up the stairs when it hit her. Her throat clenched up and she felt her chest start to compress. She managed a weak, low, "No!" but is wasn't any use. Her eyes burned and she fought valiantly to keep them open, so they wouldn't shut and that damn demon wouldn't come out, but she was tilting on the edge of consciousness, and just couldn't fight it... she felt it taking over her, controlling her, and she was too weak, and her eyes closed...
And then they opened again, a blackened violet, with a demonic glow. A devilish smile graced her lips and she disappeared into the shadows of the upstairs hall.
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"I'm going upstairs." A half hour later, Matt was yawning and standing up. All these old Disney movies were just getting to him.
There were good nights all around as he heading from the living room to the front hall and up the stairs.
When Matt hit the last stair and stepped up onto the landing, his senses hyposensitized- very unlikely for him in his own home, especially so close to his room. But he felt a pair of eyes following him, and then a distant whimper. Immediately, he thought, /Amy!/ and sprinted down the hall to her room.
Opening her door cautiously, Matt stepped in and glanced around. He didn't see Amy on her bed, and her balcony curtains were closed, which was abnormal for her- on clear nights they were always open. But then Matt caught the faint hint of salt air and saw the curtains swaying. Going over, he parted one curtain to the side and saw that the glass doors were open- Amy wasn't out on the balcony. It was pitch black in the room when he turned, save for the sliver of light let in from the parted curtain.
And then Matt noticed it- he'd never closed the door, and yet there it was, closed with no light coming through. Narrowing his eyes and advancing forward, Matt reached to draw his gun from his waist. And then he heard a footstep behind him and a shadow loomed into the light from the balcony, and before he hit the ground he saw two glowing, violet red eyes and then heard his gun fall with a soft thump away from him, and two hands wrapped around his neck, and then his back banged quite forcefully into the ground, and for a second, he could have sworn that it was Amy atop him....
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There was a thump from upstairs.
"What was that?" Niki questioned, shifting from her place on the couch to look at the ceiling.
"I don't know," Trel said, brow furrowing. Drawing her gun, she motioned to the others and started down the hallway and up the stairs.
When she hit the landing, she sent Jason forward to station himself in Niki's doorway- all of the doors were open save for Amy's, where they thought the thump had come from- and with a quick sweep of Matt's room, Savanna confirmed he was not in there. Niki checked the bathroom to be sure, and then moved forward to kick open Amy's door.
With a bang, they rushed in and fanned out, and Jason reached over to flip on Amy's overhead light. On the floor was Matt, red welts on his neck, unconscious, with his gun but six feet away from his outstretched hand, as if he had been trying to reach it. There were no signs of a struggle, as if he'd been ambushed from the balcony. The curtains were open and being whipped around by the ocean breeze, and the glass doors were open. Amy was no where in sight.
"I told you she was nuts!" Jason said. "She tried to get me today- and look at Matt! If we were any later he would be dead."
Savanna was checking Matt's pulse and breathing. Niki was at Amy's doorway, making sure no one came in from the hall while Trel, after turning on the floodlights that lit it, was out on the balcony. On any other night she would have enjoyed the way the lights and night looked- now, though, she was getting worried. /What's going on? First Jason, who, thank the Force, didn't get hurt, and then Matt, who was almost suffocated. I want to know what's going on. Why is Amy suddenly like this? And what's going to happen next?/
Bringing her out of her thoughts, Savanna announced that Matt was fine and should be awake by morning. Trel offered to help carry him back to his bed and as she stepped off the balcony, she paused and turned back, looking out toward the cliffs- she could have sworn...
/No,/ she told herself, /there's nothing there./ With that, she snapped off the floodlights. Before all the glimmer was gone, though, the last shred of light hit dark reddened violets, and then they were gone, disappearing.
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Amy, groaning at the sunlight trying to break through the protective barriers that were her eyelids, rolled over to go back to sleep. Grabbing for her pillow, her hand gave a smack as it landed on pavement- cracked, wet, puddle-ridden pavement. Now fully awake, Amy's eyes shot open and looked out toward her hand, which was half-dried in blood, with it still being wet between the fingers. The black asphalt was covered in blood, and for a second Amy couldn't think. Then, an overwhelming feeling came over her and she puked onto ground, the vomit and blood mingling in a disgusting manner before she could physically get up and look around.
Sitting up, Amy found she was- literally- covered in the red life force. It covered the whole of her white shirt, and her blue denim jeans and black lace-up boots were covered as well. Looking to her left, she saw, against the wall, her blue jean jacket, lying in a crumpled heap, unscathed. To her right she found her once pristine white ribbon that she tied her hair with was spattered with red- her hair was slightly stained as well. Directly in front of her, a few hundred yards away, was an opening onto a busy sidewalk. No one seemed to notice her in the darkened alley way, and so she decided to look and see if there was a way out without being seen covered in the sickening liquid.
Maybe turning around hadn't been such a great idea. Immediately retching again, her head whipped back around and away from the sight of seven bodies lying in pools of their once-warm life blood. Each had their eyes gored and stomachs slashed open, but what disturbed Amy most was the mark on their foreheads- a small scythe, with a cross behind it.
Deciding she couldn't stay any longer, Amy re-braided her hair and tied it with the slightly mottled ribbon and then shrugged on her jean jacket. Checking her watch, the screen blinked "9:53.48 A.M." Amy went over and scaled the wall of one building and up to the rooftop effortlessly, adrenaline overwhelming her senses and telling her to just get the hell out of there, and as fast as she could.
Once she was several rooftops and stories up away from the alley, she heard a woman scream and then yell out, "Dave, Dave! There are bodies in the alley way! Bodies, gored.... DAVE!" Cringing, Amy disappeared down the side of another building and past the main city limits, and started to head toward the suburbs where hers and the others house was. /Maybe there I can find some peace and quiet to think and figure all of this out../
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Amy passed the time by trying to convince herself that this was all just some horrible joke someone was playing on her. As she jumped over one rooftop like a monkey, from one tree to the next, she kept overheard conversations, children playing, someone singing in a bathtub, a TV blaring on about some odd seven bodies found in an alleyway....
/Whoa, hold it!/ Amy thought, backtracking and, stuffing the hem of her shirt in the front of her pants, flipped herself over the limb of the tree she was in, looking into the house and seeing the TV blaring with a worried mother watching it. The newscaster was going on and on:
".....bodies were found in an alleyway behind a small restaurant this morning at approximately 10 A.M. They were gored and stumbled apon by the shop owner's wife. There are no clues as to whom or what did this, and we go now live to where Michael Dennison is on the scene....."
With a small gasp, Amy hauled herself back up into the tree, and sat there, wondering to herself, until the ghastly smell of the drying blood started to fill her nostrils. Pondering to herself, she continued over the rooftops and trees until she landed silently in the backyard of her home. Sliding open the glass doors as the grandfather clock chimed 11 A.M., Amy sighed and started up the main staircase.
At the top, she trudged down the hall, her face stricken and white compared to the blood stains apon it. Getting to her room, Amy closed the door behind her with a semi-loud bang, not caring if anyone was still asleep or if anyone knew that she was home. Immediately, she pulled off the jean jacket, her long gone white shirt and then unlaced her boots, pulling those off and was down to just her slightly stained undershirt and jeans.
Amy threw away the shirt and then went to the bathroom to clean off her boots; after that, she rinsed out her jeans which, amazingly, came clean, and then went back to her room.
Changing into her flannel shorts and an oversized t-shirt, she threw away the undershirt and bra, replacing them both with fresh ones onto her body. Setting the boots on the balcony in the rising sun, Amy fled to the bathroom for a much needed shower.
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Niki, who had been in her room, heard the constant back-and-forth movement of someone in the hallway. Now intrigued, she decided to go take a look.
Peeping her head out of her room, Niki caught a fleeting glimpse of a braid fly into the bathroom before the door shut, and, a few minutes later, the shower started running. Utterly curious now, and figuring that her initial worry of checking on Matt could wait but a few moments, Niki padded her way across the hall and knocked gently on the bathroom door.
"What!?" came the reply over the water. It was definitely Amy.
"I want to have a word with you when you get out," Niki said, her brow furrowing. "In fact, we all would. Be in the living room as soon as possible."
A grunt was all the response that Niki got, and, satisfied with it, she went to go check on Matt, helping him downstairs and to the couch, and then found Savanna, Jason, and Trel in the kitchen. Telling them to go to the living room, Niki went back upstairs to wait right at Amy's door. Amy was already in her room changing when Niki appeared.
"C'mon," Niki said. "We're waiting."
"Alright, alright!" Amy groaned while she pulled a black tanktop over her head. "I'm coming."
The two, heading downstairs, went in silence and when they entered the living room, Niki sat down and Amy was now in the middle of the room, five sets of eyes boring holes into her every which way she turned. Finally, Savanna ventured the first question.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"And what do you mean by that!?" Amy asked, her voice raised in anxiety.
"You know what I mean!" Savanna growled at Amy, her eyes glowering. "You attacked Matt last night and I have the feeling you were the one who killed those seven bodies that were found this morning."
Amy gave a small gulp and her shoulders slumped, and she bit her lips, chewing thoughtfully and choosing her words carefully before she spoke.
"...Yes, it must have been me, then... but I don't remember. Any of it. All I know is when it's going to come out- and I have less and less control over it each time..."
Savanna snorted and was about to open her mouth again when Trel leaned forward and stared at Amy's eyes; they were filled not with remorse, but with genuine fear.
"Amy, you're not lying.. I can tell. I just don't get it... what is this "It"?" Trel asked, her eyebrows drawn together. Amy, once again, chose her words before speaking.
"It's this.. thing... I can only explain it as if it were some sort of... demon... taking over my mind and body for periods of time. Like, I'm possessed or something... and... it's... oh God, I'm really scared!" Amy sighed, her eyes dimming even more, drained from physical and mental strain. "It's getting the better of me, and I can feel it... pretty soon there won't even be an Amy Maxelle anymore..."
Matt, leaning forward, took a deep breath before turning to Jason. "Get into contact with the Doctors... I want this figured out. Now."
"But Matt," Jason said, "Those old geezers? I mean, they'll want to experiment- do really weird things and-"
"NO!" barked Niki, who had been silent since she'd entered the living room. "We won't let that happen. Not to Amy. Even if she is "possessed", she's still a part of our team. Without a leg, a person cannot walk. We'd cripple and fall if we let those stupid, crazy, psychotic bastards experiment on her!"
Matt nodded with finality. "Okay, so it's not the scientists... what about Sally?"
Trel shook her head. "She can't get us a confidential enough clinic to do any tests in. Amy's secret would be out all over that dimension if Sally did anything."
"Then who can we get?" Savanna asked, chewing at her bottom lip. "I mean, the only other people who would know how to help us are a dimension away and we can't even get there."
"She's right," Jason said, shrugging. "We can't even give old comrades a call. It's impossible to contact the other pilots without the help of the Force, and even they won't respond to e-mail-"
This spurred a large racket about who and what was going to get contacted, and how they were going to get to the other dimension and back. Then, everyone except Amy, agreed that no one could get through from either dimension to the other, and that they had already tried.
With a loud clearing of her throat, Amy brought the attention back to herself. "Before we do anything," she said in a clear voice, "I'm bringing Heero here. I need to talk to him. I just... I just need another voice of reason."
Five jaws dropped simultaneously.
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So? What did you think? I'm sorry it's not quite as long as my last chapter, but I had a hard time thinking of what to do after I had Amy wake up in that alley. Thanks for the help Trel! Oh, and review please! ~Amz