Hello everyone, how's it going? Finally, here is the long acclaimed first
chapter of this interactive fic. I'll make it quick on this fic; I don't
own Digimon.PERIOD. I have a great plot in mind so if it starts out boring,
wait for it, it'll get better.I promise.
CHAPTER 1 - FIRST STEP
"GO TO SCHOOL ALREADY!" A WOMAN YELLED UP A FLIGHT OF STAIRS.
"I'M COMING ALREADY!" A BOY ANSWERED, APPEARING FROM THE STAIR CASE OF HIS HOME. HE HAD BRIGHT PURPLE EYES. HIS HAIR WAS TINTED GREEN AND SEEMED TO BE TRYING TO POINT IN EVERY DIRECTION AT THE SAME TIME. AS FOR CLOTHES, HIS SCHOOL DIDN'T DEMAND A DRESS-CODE AND THEREFORE WORE A DARK GREY BUTTON UP SHIRT WITH ORANGE FLAME DESIGN ON THE HEM AND THE RIM OF THE SHORT SLEEVES. HE ALSO WORE A LOOSE ORANGE JACKET. AS FOR PANTS, HE USED A PAIR OF BAGGY KHAKI CARGOES.
"YOU KNOW.YOU SHOULD DE-COLOR YOUR HAIR, I DON'T THINK IT MAKES A VERY GOOD IMPRESSION AT SCHOOL." HIS MOTHER SAID FINGERING HER OWN HONEY GOLDEN HAIR.
"MOM.THEY DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT MY HAIR IN SCHOOL!" TRIP ANSWERED EDGING AWAY FROM HIS MOTHER. ON HIS WAY OUT HE GRABBED A GREEN T-SHIRT WITH A RED COLLAR, FROM THE CLEAN LAUNDRY, "OH YEAH SOCCER PRELIMINARIES TODAY! I HOPE THEY LET US WATCH IT IN SCHOOL!" HE SAID TO HIMSELF BEFORE JUMPING ON HIS SKATEBOARD AND LEAVING THE HOUSE.
"EXCUSE ME.PARDON ME." TRIP SAID WHILE DODGING PEOPLE ON THE EVER BUSY STREETS OF MEXICO CITY, "LETS SEE.IF MEXICO LOSSES BY MORE THAT ONE.THEN IT'S A PROBLEM.BUT.IF WE WIN BY AT LEAST ONE.WERE THROUGH!" HE SAID TO HIMSELF AS IF SPEAKING FOR THE WHOLE MEXICAN SOCCER TEAM.
WHEN AT LAST HE LOOKED UP HE SAW A COUPLE OF TRASH CANS IN HIS WAY. HE LOOKED DOWN TO SEE THE PAVEMENT GOING PAST HIM QUITE FAST. HE LOOKED UP AGAIN AND SWEATDROPPED. "DAAAAAAAMN!!!" HE YELLED TRYING TO STOP HIS SKATEBOARD BEFORE HE CRASHED INTO BOTH OF THE TRASH CANS.
HE SLOWLY GOT BACK UP "MORAL OF THE STORY.NEVER THINK ABOUT SOCCER AND RIDE A SKATEBOARD AT THE SAME TIME.OW." HE WHISPERED REMOVING A BANANA PEEL FROM HIS SHOULDER. THERE WAS A LARGE RIP ON THE LEFT KNEE OF HIS PANTS, AND A CUT ON HIS OWN KNEE.
"OH MAN.THAT HURT." HE SAID STRAPPING HIS SKATE BOARD TO HIS BACKPACK AND WALKING THE REST OF THE WAY TO SCHOOL. "HEY MAN, HOW'S IT GOIN?" CHAME (OF COURSE THAT WASN'T HIS REAL NAME, NO ONE KNEW HIS REAL NAME), PROBABLY ONE OF TRIP'S BEST FRIENDS, GREETED AS HE ENTERED THE SCHOOL.
"HEY, IT'S ALL GOOD.EXCEPT THAT I FELL INTO A COUPLE OF TRASH CANS." HE ANSWERED.
"YEAH AND YOU GOT A TOMATO IN YOUR EAR." CHAME SAID SNIGGERING AT THE VEGETABLE ON HIS FRIENDS FACE. .ANYWAY, WATCH THE GAME LAST NIGHT?" HE CONTINUED AS THEY WALKED TOWARDS THEIR CLASSROOM.
"DID I? 2 TO 1! MEXICO BEAT EQUATOR!" TRIP ANSWERED PUNCHING THE AIR ABOVE HIM.
"QUIET I'LL SEE IF WE CAN SLIP US THROUGH MISTER I'M-THE-COMPUTER-GUY-FEAR- ME." CHAME SAID OPENING THE DOOR TO THE COMPUTER LAB JUST ABOUT ENOUGH TO SEE INSIDE.
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU! I GOT TOMATO IN MY EAR REMEMBER!" TRIP SAID LOUDLY AND REMOVING SOME STRAY PIECES OF VEGETABLE FROM HIS EAR. THIS LAST REMARK CAUGHT THE TEACHER'S ATTENTION AND OPENED THE DOOR ANGRILY.
"BOYS.WELCOME.YOU'RE LATE.AGAIN." THEIR TEACHER, MR. D., THE COMPUTER GUY; SAID TOWERING ABOVE THEM, "WHAT LAME EXCUSE DO YOU HAVE FOR ME THIS TIME?"
TRIP BIT HIS LOWER LIP AND THEN SMILED COOLLY, HE PICKED A PIECE OF PAPER OUT OF HIS POCKET AND HANDED IT TO HIM. THE TEACHER TOOK A FEW SECONDS TO READ IT AND THEN MOTIONED HIM TO COME IN.
TRIP TOOK HIS USUAL SEAT ON THE VERY BACK OF THE ROOM AND WAITED FOR CHAME, WHO ARRIVED A FEW MINUTES LATER.
"WHAT TOOK YOU?" TRIP ASKED AS IF NOTHING HAD EVER HAPPENED.
"THE QUESTION IS, WHY WERE YOU SO FAST! YOU LEFT ME HANGING THERE!" CHAME ANSWERED SHOOTING A COUPLE OF DEATH GLARES AT HIS FRIEND.
"I WAS FINALLY ABLE TO FALSIFY MY MOTHER'S SIGNATURE, SO I MADE A FALSE NOTE." TRIP SAID TURNING ON HIS COMPUTER.
"LUCKY DOG." CHAME WHISPERED TURNING ON HIS OWN COMPUTER.
"QUIET BOYS! NOW EVERYONE PUT YOUR DISKS INTO THE DRIVES SO WE CAN START THE CLASS." THEIR TEACHER SAID AND EVERYONE DID AS HE SAID SO. BUT UNLIKE EVERYONE ELSE, TRIP'S COMPUTER SCREEN REMAINED WHITE.
"UH.SOMETHING'S WRONG." TRIP SAID CASUALLY. JUST AS THOSE WORDS LEFT HIS MOUTH A WHITE BEAM OF LIGHT SHOT OUT OF THE COMPUTER SCREEN AND CONNECTED WITH HIS PALM, LATER TURNING INTO A SMALL, WHITE DEVICE WITH ORANGE SIDES. "WHAT THE." HE SAID CONFUSED AND LOOKED BACK TO THE SCREEN, ONLY TO SEE THE PURE WHITENESS OF THE SCREEN EXPANDING AND ENGULFING HIM BEFORE HAVING A CHANCE TO REACT.
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"AND BLOCK, BLOCK, AND PUNCH, HIGH KICK, DODGE, PUNCH." A MAN SAID AS A GIRL WITH SHORT AUBURN HAIR FOLLOWED THE INSTRUCTIONS, "AND THAT'S ENOUGH, GOOD JOB SERIA." THE TEACHER SAID TO HIS PUPIL, "HM." WAS HER ONLY ANSWER AS SHE GRABBED HER WATER BOTTLE AND A TOWEL. SHE DRIED A THIN LAYER OF SWEAT OFF HER FACE BEFORE EXITING THE ROOM, BUT WAS STOPPED IN MID-DOOR, "SERIA.YOU SHOULD TRY TO BE MORE SOCIAL.WHY DON'T YOU GO OUT WITH YOUR FRIENDS?" SENSEI SAID GRABBING HER SHOULDER ".I DON'T HAVE OR WANT ANY FRIENDS." SHE SAID SHAKING HER TUTOR'S HAND OFF HER SHOULDER.
WITH THAT SHE LEFT LEAVING HER SENSEI WITH A SIGH. AS SHE MADE HER WAY TO HER ROOM SHE WAS ONCE AGAIN STOPPED, THIS TIME BY THE OLD LADY WHO SHE SHARED HER HOME WITH. "SERIA DEAR, WHY DON'T YOU HAVE SOME DINNER WITH US?" SHE SAID, "I'M NOT HUNGRY." WAS SERIA'S ANSWER, COMPLETELY IGNORING HER HOST.
SHE WENT DIRECTLY TO HER ROOM, LOCKED THE DOOR, AND WENT INTO HER BATHROOM. SHE THEN TURNED ON WARM WATER INTO THE TUB, TOOK HER TRAINING CLOTHES OFF, AND TOOK ONE LONG, SOOTHING BATH. AFTER SHE CHANGED INTO HER FAVORITE CLOTHES, A PAIR OF BAGGY BLACK SWEATPANTS, AND OLD GRAY T-SHIRT AND TIED A PLAID SWEATER AROUND HER WAIST, JUST IN CASE IT GOT COLD. SHE PLANED ON TAKING A RUN AND MAYBE DRAW A WHILE.
"YOU GOT MAIL." AN ELECTRONIC VOICE SAID.
"DON REMEMBED DURNING THAD ON." SHE WHISPERED ANGRILY, WITH A TOOTHBRUSH IN HER MOUTH AS SHE DRIED HER HAIR. SERIA MADE HER WAY TO HER COMPUTER, AND ACCESSED HER MAIL BOX, CONTAINING ONE SINGLE LETTER. "WHO'D SEND SOMETHING TO ME?" SHE SAID TO HERSELF AND OPENED IT, BUT INSTEAD THE SCREEN WENT WHITE.
"WHAT THE HELL?" SHE SAID, AS SOON AS SHE SAID THAT, A WHITE BEAM OF LIGHT SHOT OUT THE SCREEN LANDING ON HER HAND, EVENTUALLY TURNING INTO A SMALL DEVICE WITH SILVER AND DARK RED SIDES, "WHAT.WHAT IS THIS?" SHE SAID SHOCKED. SHE WENT BACK TO HER COMPUTER AND TRIED TO DEBUG IT, BUT I WOULDN'T RESPOND. SHE THEN YANKED OUT THE POWER CORD, BUT THE SCREEN REMAINED WHITE.
"WHAT THE HELL!" SHE WHISPERED ANGRILY, AS THE TRIED DIFFERENT KEY COMBINATIONS TO TRY AND FIX IT.
"SCREW IT." SHE SAID GIVING UP ON IT AND GETTING UP TO LEAVE, BUT STOPPED WHEN SHE FELT A COLD BREEZE BEHIND HER. SHE TURNED TO SEE THE WHITE OF THE SCREEN SPREADING INTO HER ROOM, EVENTUALLY ENGULFING ALL AROUND HER. ALL SHE COULD SEE AROUND HER WAS COMPLETELY WHITE.
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A BOY RELEASED A STRESSED STRING AND WATCHED AS AN ARROW FLIED SMOOTHLY AND PIERCE THE DEAD CENTER OF A TARGET. THE BOY STOOD UP, HE HAD SHORT LIGHT BLUE HAIR AND BLUE-GREEN EYES, HIS BODY WAS WELL BUILT, RESULT OF ALL THE EXERCISE HE USUALLY DID. HE WORE OF LOOSE RED STREET CAMOUFLAGE PANTS, BLACK AND WHITE SNEAKERS, A CHAIN FOR A BELT, BLACK T-SHIRT UNDER A BROWN LEATHER JACKET, AND BLACK LEATHER FINGER-LESS GLOVE ON HIS RIGHT HAND. HE ALSO CARRIED A QUIVER OVER HIS RIGHT SHOULDER. HIS USUAL AIRY MOOD SEEMED TO HAVE VANISHED, AS IT DID EVERY TIME HE PRACTICED HIS ARCHERY. HE KNEELED BACK DOWN AND PLACED ANOTHER ARROW ON THE STRING OF HIS BOW, CLOSING ONE EYE, TAKING PRECISE AIM. A SMALL AUTUMN CURRENT OF WIND PICKED UP, PULLING SOME STRAY LEAVES FROM THE TIDY LAWN OF HIS BACK YARD. EVERYTHING WAS SO PEACEFUL, SO PERFECT AROUND HIM.
"JAY!" A WOMAN'S VOICE SHOUTED, MAKING HIM JUMP RIGHT AS HE RELEASED HIS ARROW, SENDING IT WAY OFF TARGET.
"ALMOST EVERYTHING." JAY MUTTERED UNDER HIS BREATH AS HE PLACES HIS BOW AND QUIVER ON THE GRASS UNDER HIS FEET. "YEAH, MOM?" HE ANSWERED RUNNING BACK TOWARDS HIS HOUSE.
"YOUR DAD'S ON THE PHONE, SAYS HE COULD USE SOME HELP BACK AT THE SCHOOL." HIS MOTHER SAID AS HE PASSED HER.
"YEAH THANKS." JAY SAID COURTLY AS HE PICKED UP HIS RECEIVER. "HELLO? .OH HI DAD.YEAH I'M ALL DONE WORKING BY NOW.SURE I'LL BE RIGHT OVER." HE SAID HANGING UP. "MOM! I'M GONNA GO HELP DAD OUT BACK AT THE SCHOOL! I'M TAKING YOUR CAR!" JAY SAID LOOKING FOR THE CAR KEYS.
"ALL RIGHT; BE SURE YOU TWO ARE BACK FOR DINNER!" HIS MOTHER YELLED BACK FROM UPSTAIRS.
"MOM.WHERE ARE THE KEYS!" JAY YELLED ONCE MORE, GIVING UP THE SEARCH FOR THE KEY.
".OH YEAH.I LEFT THEM IN THE STUDIO!" SHE YELLED BACK. JAY ROLLED HIS EYES AND MADE BROKE INTO A RUN TOWARDS THE STUDIO. HE PEERED INSIDE AND SAW THE KEYCHAIN ON THE DESK WHERE THEIR COMPUTER SAT. "HERE THEY ARE." HE MUTTERED AS HE MADE A GRAB FOR THEM BUT STOPPED DEAD WHEN HE SAW THE COMPUTER SCREEN WHITE, EVEN THOUGH THE POWER WAS OFF. "NOW THAT IS FREAKY." HE SAID COCKING AN EYEBROW AT THE SCREEN. A FEW MOMENTS LATER A BEAM OF WHITE LIGHT SHOT FROM THE SCREEN AND INTO JAY'S HAND. THE BEAM TURNER INTO A SMALL ROUND-ISH DEVICE WITH BLUE AND SILVER SIDES, WITH A MINUSCULE SCREEN ON THE CENTER. "I TAKE IT BACK.I FIND THIS ALMOST INSANE." HE SAID LOOKING UP FROM THE DEVICE IN HIS HAND AND BACK AT THE SCREEN, HE JABBED AT IT WITH HIS INDEX FINGER, THE SCREED RIPPLED AS IF IT WAS MADE OUT OF WATER. THE WHITE OF IT THEN SEEMED TO GROW OUT OF THE ACTUAL SCREEN AND SOON COVERING ALL OF JAY'S FIELD OF VIEW.
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A BOY OF ROUGHLY SIXTEEN CARRIED A LARGE RECTANGULAR PACKET OF YELLOW GRASS OVER HIS SHOULDER. "'EY DAD! WHERE D'YOU WANT THIS?! " HE YELLED.
"JUST PUT IT ON THE TRUCK, SY!" THE BOY'S FATHER YELLED BACK. SY HEAVED THE PACKET DOWN ONTO THE BACK OF THE TRUCK AS HE WAS TOLD. HE USED ONE OF HIS SLEEVES TO WIPE A THIN LAYER OF SWEAT OF HIS FOREHEAD BEFORE GLANCING SIDEWAYS AT THE SUN STILL BLAZING DOWN ON THE AUSTRALIAN OUTBACK. HIS HAIR WAS EAR LONG; IT PARTS IN THE MIDDLE AND VERY SPIKEY. FOR COLOR IT IS BETWEEN DIRTY-BLOND AND HAZEL, HE NEVER SEEMED TO BE ABLE TO KEEP A CONSISTENT HAIR COLOR. AS FOR CLOTHING, HE WORE A SLEEVE-LESS WHITE T-SHIRT WITH "AUSSIE STUD" WRITTEN IN BLACK AND RED. BAGGY KHAKI CARGOES WITH BAGS ON EACH SIDE; AND TO TOP IT OFF; A LONG, DARK BROWN, OVER-COAT. HE USED BROWN BOOTS AND AN OLD DARK BROWN HAT. WHEN HE TURNED BACK AROUND, HE NOTICED A SMALL, FURRY KANGAROO'S HEAD NIBBLING OFF THE PACKET HE HAD HAULED ONTO THE TRUCK. "HEY MATE." HE WHISPERED CAREFUL NOT TO STARTLE THE CREATURE IN FRONT OF HIM, BUT THE SLIGHTEST MOVEMENT UNDER HIS FEET MADE A FEW TWIGS AND LEAVES CRACK AND SNAP LOUD ENOUGH TO MAKE THE KANGAROO JUMP AND HOP AWAY AS FAT AS ITS LEGS WOULD CARRY HIM.
"OY, SY QUIT YER DAWDLIN' AND GET IN THE CAR!" SY HEARD HIS FATHER YELL AND SNAP HIM BACK INTO REALITY. HE SCAMPERED BACK ON THE PASSENGER'S SEAT; THEY DROVE ALONG AN OLD PATH FOR BARELY 15 MINUTES; BEFORE THEY WHERE UPON A SMALL BUILDING. THERE WAS ONE MORE CAR PARKED RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOUBLE DOORS. THE BUILDING ITSELF WAS COLORED IN A SAND-STONE PATTERN, AND RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE STOOD A PAIR OF CRYSTAL DOUBLE DOORS, APPARENTLY THE ONLY WAY IN.
"'EY, SY? GO AN FETCH THE FOLDER WITH THE RECORDS FER JULY, WILL YEH? THEY ARE IN MY OFFICE." KURT, SY'S FATHER SAID AS THEY WALKED INTO THE COOL INSIDE. SY MERELY NODDED TO SHOW HE UNDERSTOOD AND WALKED AWAY, INTO HIS FATHER'S OFFICE. HE WALKED IN QUICKLY AND LOOKED AROUND, HE SPOTTED THE RECORDS ON A DESK NEXT TO AN OLD COMPUTER. AS HE REACHED FOR THEM HE NOTICED THE COMPUTER SCREEN WAS BLANK HE STARED AT IT BLANKLY FOR A FEW SECONDS AND THEN SHOOK HIS HEAD. AS HE TURNED FOR THE DOOR HE FELT AS SOMETHING WAS PUSHED INTO HIS HAND. HE GLANCED AT IT AND SAW A SMALL DEVICE WITH TAN SIDES AND A SMALL SCREEN ON THE CENTER. HE TURNED AROUND EXPECTING TO FIND SOMEONE ELSE IN THE ROOM BUT I WAS COMPLETELY EMPTY. THE ONLY THING MOVING WAS THE WHITENESS OF THE SCREEN SPREADING OUT FROM THE COMPUTER.
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"FRIDAY AT LAST." A FAIRLY TALL GIRL WITH LONG LIGHT BROWN HAIR SAID SHUTTING THE DOOR OF HER ROOM BEHIND HER. SHE CASUALLY TOSSED HER BACK PACK ON THE FLOOR, NEXT TO HER BED. SHE THEN HEADED FOR HER DESK AND SWITCHED ON HER COMPUTER.
"ASHLEY!" A FEMALE VOICE YELLED FROM OUTSIDE THE ROOM.
"YEAH?" ASHLEY ANSWERED BACK.
"CHANGE OUT OF THOSE SCHOOL CLOTHES AND GET SOMETHING TO EAT!" THE CONVERSATION CONTINUED.
"YEAH, YEAH, I'M COMMIN." ASHLEY ANSWERED BACK. SHE DID AS TOLD AND CHANGED INTO HER FAVORITE CLOTHES: A RED LONG-SLEEVED SWEATER WITH A BLACK T-SHIRT OVER IT AND PAIR OF BLACK PANTS WITH A WHITE LINE GOING DOWN THE SIDE. A PAIR OF BLUE AND BLACK FINGER CUT GLOVES AND BLUE SNEAKERS. AND OF COURSE HER UNMISTAKABLE BLACK HAT, ON BACKWARDS. AS SHE REACHED FOR THE DOOR, SHE REMEMBERED HER COMPUTER AND TURNED AROUND TO CHECK ON IT, BUT FOUND THE SCREEN TO BE TOTALLY WHITE. AS SHE STARED AT IT FOR A FEW SECONDS MORE, A WHITE BEAM OF LIGHT SHOT FROM THE SCREEN AND STRAIGHT INTO HER HAND, WHEN THE LIGHT FADED A SMALL DEVICE WAS IN HER HAND. IT HAD A SMALL SCREEN IN THE MIDDLE AND DARK BLUE SIDES. SHE LOOKED AT IT, THEN AT THE SCREEN AND BACK, PUZZLED BY WHAT HAD JUST HAPPENED. SHE LOOKED AT THE SCREEN ONE MORE TIME AND SAW THE WHITE SCREEN SLIGHTLY LARGER THAN THE MONITOR, AND IT KEPT SPREADING OUT, VERY FAST.
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A YOUNG GIRL SAT ON A DESK WITH HER FACE LEANED TO ONE SIDE SUPPORTED BY HER HAND, SHE WAS WEARING A PLAIN PAR OF BLUE JEANS, A BLACK LONG SLEEVE WITH A T-SHIRT OVER IT. HER HAIR WAS BLOND WITH RED TIPS, ALL DONE UP IN A PONY TAIL. SHE WAS TAPPING A PLAIN YELLOW PENCIL ON TOP OF AN OPEN NOTEBOOK WITH HER FREE HAND. -TAP TAP TAP- RIGHT NOW, SHE WAS IN HER LEAST FAVORITE CLASS BY FAR: HISTORY. ITS IN THE PAST THAT WHY IS CALLED HISTORY, WHY LEARN IT NOW. -TAP TAP TAP-
"WHOEVER IS DOING THAT PLEASE STOP IT." THE TEACHER UP IN THE VERY FRONT OF THE CLASSROOM SAID CALMLY, AS HE WROTE VARIOUS DATES ON A BLACKBOARD. IGNORING HIM THE TAPPING CONTINUED. -TAP TAP TAP- "I THOUGHT I HAD MADE MYSELF CLEAR." THE TUTOR SAID, THIS TIME SOUNDING A LOT MORE COMMANDING, WITH THIS STATEMENT, SHE STOPPED.
"THIS IS SOOOOO BORING." THE GIRL SAID TUCKING THE PENCIL BEHIND HER EAR AND LOOKING OUT THE CRYSTAL WALL INTO A LONG HALLWAY. ACROSS THE HALLWAY THERE WAS ANOTHER ROOM WITH A WINDOW FOR A WALL, THE COMPUTER LAB. IT WAS COMPLETELY EMPTY AND ALL COMPUTERS TURNED OF.NO WAIT, ALL, BUT ONE, ON OF THE MANY SCREENS WAS APPARENTLY TURNED ON, BUT IT WAS COMPLETELY WHITE. SHE STARED AT IT A LITTLE WHILE LONGER, UNTIL A THIN BEAM OF PURE WHITE LIGHT EMERGED FROM THE COMPUTER AND FLEW STRAIGHT INTO HER HAND. STARTLED SHE LOOKED AT HER PALM TO FIND A SMALL DEVICE WITH A TINY SCREEN IN THE MIDDLE.
"P-PROFESOR?" SHE MUTTERED RAISING HER HAND, STILL STARING THE DEVICE IN HER HAND.
"WHAT IS IT, MISS KAE?" HER TEACHER SAID TURNING AROUND RUBBING THE SPACE BETWEEN HIS BROWS.
"YEAH.CAN I BE EXCUSED TO THE RESTROOM?" SHE SAID POLITELY, THE PROFESSOR SIGHED HEAVILY AND NODDED, TURNING BACK AROUND. KAE SCRAMBLED FROM HER DESK AND RAN OUTSIDE, DIRECTLY INTO THE COMPUTER LAB TO EXAMINE THE ODD MACHINE. WHEN SHE GOT THERE THE SCREEN SEEMED TO BE SMALLER THAT THE ACTUAL WHITE TEXTURE SHOWING, AND LITTLE BY LITTLE IT WAS MAKING ITSELF BIGGER.
HAHA! SO THAT'S IT, THE PATHETIC FIRST CHAPTER, I MEAN, THE EXACT SAME HAPPENED TO ALL OF THEM! ANYWAY, SO THAT'S THAT, SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG THOUGH, ILL TRY NOT TO FOR NEXT CHAPTER. ANYWHO, THE GOOD STUFF STARTS NEXT CHAPTER: THE WORLD WE FIGHT FOR.
CHAPTER 1 - FIRST STEP
"GO TO SCHOOL ALREADY!" A WOMAN YELLED UP A FLIGHT OF STAIRS.
"I'M COMING ALREADY!" A BOY ANSWERED, APPEARING FROM THE STAIR CASE OF HIS HOME. HE HAD BRIGHT PURPLE EYES. HIS HAIR WAS TINTED GREEN AND SEEMED TO BE TRYING TO POINT IN EVERY DIRECTION AT THE SAME TIME. AS FOR CLOTHES, HIS SCHOOL DIDN'T DEMAND A DRESS-CODE AND THEREFORE WORE A DARK GREY BUTTON UP SHIRT WITH ORANGE FLAME DESIGN ON THE HEM AND THE RIM OF THE SHORT SLEEVES. HE ALSO WORE A LOOSE ORANGE JACKET. AS FOR PANTS, HE USED A PAIR OF BAGGY KHAKI CARGOES.
"YOU KNOW.YOU SHOULD DE-COLOR YOUR HAIR, I DON'T THINK IT MAKES A VERY GOOD IMPRESSION AT SCHOOL." HIS MOTHER SAID FINGERING HER OWN HONEY GOLDEN HAIR.
"MOM.THEY DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT MY HAIR IN SCHOOL!" TRIP ANSWERED EDGING AWAY FROM HIS MOTHER. ON HIS WAY OUT HE GRABBED A GREEN T-SHIRT WITH A RED COLLAR, FROM THE CLEAN LAUNDRY, "OH YEAH SOCCER PRELIMINARIES TODAY! I HOPE THEY LET US WATCH IT IN SCHOOL!" HE SAID TO HIMSELF BEFORE JUMPING ON HIS SKATEBOARD AND LEAVING THE HOUSE.
"EXCUSE ME.PARDON ME." TRIP SAID WHILE DODGING PEOPLE ON THE EVER BUSY STREETS OF MEXICO CITY, "LETS SEE.IF MEXICO LOSSES BY MORE THAT ONE.THEN IT'S A PROBLEM.BUT.IF WE WIN BY AT LEAST ONE.WERE THROUGH!" HE SAID TO HIMSELF AS IF SPEAKING FOR THE WHOLE MEXICAN SOCCER TEAM.
WHEN AT LAST HE LOOKED UP HE SAW A COUPLE OF TRASH CANS IN HIS WAY. HE LOOKED DOWN TO SEE THE PAVEMENT GOING PAST HIM QUITE FAST. HE LOOKED UP AGAIN AND SWEATDROPPED. "DAAAAAAAMN!!!" HE YELLED TRYING TO STOP HIS SKATEBOARD BEFORE HE CRASHED INTO BOTH OF THE TRASH CANS.
HE SLOWLY GOT BACK UP "MORAL OF THE STORY.NEVER THINK ABOUT SOCCER AND RIDE A SKATEBOARD AT THE SAME TIME.OW." HE WHISPERED REMOVING A BANANA PEEL FROM HIS SHOULDER. THERE WAS A LARGE RIP ON THE LEFT KNEE OF HIS PANTS, AND A CUT ON HIS OWN KNEE.
"OH MAN.THAT HURT." HE SAID STRAPPING HIS SKATE BOARD TO HIS BACKPACK AND WALKING THE REST OF THE WAY TO SCHOOL. "HEY MAN, HOW'S IT GOIN?" CHAME (OF COURSE THAT WASN'T HIS REAL NAME, NO ONE KNEW HIS REAL NAME), PROBABLY ONE OF TRIP'S BEST FRIENDS, GREETED AS HE ENTERED THE SCHOOL.
"HEY, IT'S ALL GOOD.EXCEPT THAT I FELL INTO A COUPLE OF TRASH CANS." HE ANSWERED.
"YEAH AND YOU GOT A TOMATO IN YOUR EAR." CHAME SAID SNIGGERING AT THE VEGETABLE ON HIS FRIENDS FACE. .ANYWAY, WATCH THE GAME LAST NIGHT?" HE CONTINUED AS THEY WALKED TOWARDS THEIR CLASSROOM.
"DID I? 2 TO 1! MEXICO BEAT EQUATOR!" TRIP ANSWERED PUNCHING THE AIR ABOVE HIM.
"QUIET I'LL SEE IF WE CAN SLIP US THROUGH MISTER I'M-THE-COMPUTER-GUY-FEAR- ME." CHAME SAID OPENING THE DOOR TO THE COMPUTER LAB JUST ABOUT ENOUGH TO SEE INSIDE.
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU! I GOT TOMATO IN MY EAR REMEMBER!" TRIP SAID LOUDLY AND REMOVING SOME STRAY PIECES OF VEGETABLE FROM HIS EAR. THIS LAST REMARK CAUGHT THE TEACHER'S ATTENTION AND OPENED THE DOOR ANGRILY.
"BOYS.WELCOME.YOU'RE LATE.AGAIN." THEIR TEACHER, MR. D., THE COMPUTER GUY; SAID TOWERING ABOVE THEM, "WHAT LAME EXCUSE DO YOU HAVE FOR ME THIS TIME?"
TRIP BIT HIS LOWER LIP AND THEN SMILED COOLLY, HE PICKED A PIECE OF PAPER OUT OF HIS POCKET AND HANDED IT TO HIM. THE TEACHER TOOK A FEW SECONDS TO READ IT AND THEN MOTIONED HIM TO COME IN.
TRIP TOOK HIS USUAL SEAT ON THE VERY BACK OF THE ROOM AND WAITED FOR CHAME, WHO ARRIVED A FEW MINUTES LATER.
"WHAT TOOK YOU?" TRIP ASKED AS IF NOTHING HAD EVER HAPPENED.
"THE QUESTION IS, WHY WERE YOU SO FAST! YOU LEFT ME HANGING THERE!" CHAME ANSWERED SHOOTING A COUPLE OF DEATH GLARES AT HIS FRIEND.
"I WAS FINALLY ABLE TO FALSIFY MY MOTHER'S SIGNATURE, SO I MADE A FALSE NOTE." TRIP SAID TURNING ON HIS COMPUTER.
"LUCKY DOG." CHAME WHISPERED TURNING ON HIS OWN COMPUTER.
"QUIET BOYS! NOW EVERYONE PUT YOUR DISKS INTO THE DRIVES SO WE CAN START THE CLASS." THEIR TEACHER SAID AND EVERYONE DID AS HE SAID SO. BUT UNLIKE EVERYONE ELSE, TRIP'S COMPUTER SCREEN REMAINED WHITE.
"UH.SOMETHING'S WRONG." TRIP SAID CASUALLY. JUST AS THOSE WORDS LEFT HIS MOUTH A WHITE BEAM OF LIGHT SHOT OUT OF THE COMPUTER SCREEN AND CONNECTED WITH HIS PALM, LATER TURNING INTO A SMALL, WHITE DEVICE WITH ORANGE SIDES. "WHAT THE." HE SAID CONFUSED AND LOOKED BACK TO THE SCREEN, ONLY TO SEE THE PURE WHITENESS OF THE SCREEN EXPANDING AND ENGULFING HIM BEFORE HAVING A CHANCE TO REACT.
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"AND BLOCK, BLOCK, AND PUNCH, HIGH KICK, DODGE, PUNCH." A MAN SAID AS A GIRL WITH SHORT AUBURN HAIR FOLLOWED THE INSTRUCTIONS, "AND THAT'S ENOUGH, GOOD JOB SERIA." THE TEACHER SAID TO HIS PUPIL, "HM." WAS HER ONLY ANSWER AS SHE GRABBED HER WATER BOTTLE AND A TOWEL. SHE DRIED A THIN LAYER OF SWEAT OFF HER FACE BEFORE EXITING THE ROOM, BUT WAS STOPPED IN MID-DOOR, "SERIA.YOU SHOULD TRY TO BE MORE SOCIAL.WHY DON'T YOU GO OUT WITH YOUR FRIENDS?" SENSEI SAID GRABBING HER SHOULDER ".I DON'T HAVE OR WANT ANY FRIENDS." SHE SAID SHAKING HER TUTOR'S HAND OFF HER SHOULDER.
WITH THAT SHE LEFT LEAVING HER SENSEI WITH A SIGH. AS SHE MADE HER WAY TO HER ROOM SHE WAS ONCE AGAIN STOPPED, THIS TIME BY THE OLD LADY WHO SHE SHARED HER HOME WITH. "SERIA DEAR, WHY DON'T YOU HAVE SOME DINNER WITH US?" SHE SAID, "I'M NOT HUNGRY." WAS SERIA'S ANSWER, COMPLETELY IGNORING HER HOST.
SHE WENT DIRECTLY TO HER ROOM, LOCKED THE DOOR, AND WENT INTO HER BATHROOM. SHE THEN TURNED ON WARM WATER INTO THE TUB, TOOK HER TRAINING CLOTHES OFF, AND TOOK ONE LONG, SOOTHING BATH. AFTER SHE CHANGED INTO HER FAVORITE CLOTHES, A PAIR OF BAGGY BLACK SWEATPANTS, AND OLD GRAY T-SHIRT AND TIED A PLAID SWEATER AROUND HER WAIST, JUST IN CASE IT GOT COLD. SHE PLANED ON TAKING A RUN AND MAYBE DRAW A WHILE.
"YOU GOT MAIL." AN ELECTRONIC VOICE SAID.
"DON REMEMBED DURNING THAD ON." SHE WHISPERED ANGRILY, WITH A TOOTHBRUSH IN HER MOUTH AS SHE DRIED HER HAIR. SERIA MADE HER WAY TO HER COMPUTER, AND ACCESSED HER MAIL BOX, CONTAINING ONE SINGLE LETTER. "WHO'D SEND SOMETHING TO ME?" SHE SAID TO HERSELF AND OPENED IT, BUT INSTEAD THE SCREEN WENT WHITE.
"WHAT THE HELL?" SHE SAID, AS SOON AS SHE SAID THAT, A WHITE BEAM OF LIGHT SHOT OUT THE SCREEN LANDING ON HER HAND, EVENTUALLY TURNING INTO A SMALL DEVICE WITH SILVER AND DARK RED SIDES, "WHAT.WHAT IS THIS?" SHE SAID SHOCKED. SHE WENT BACK TO HER COMPUTER AND TRIED TO DEBUG IT, BUT I WOULDN'T RESPOND. SHE THEN YANKED OUT THE POWER CORD, BUT THE SCREEN REMAINED WHITE.
"WHAT THE HELL!" SHE WHISPERED ANGRILY, AS THE TRIED DIFFERENT KEY COMBINATIONS TO TRY AND FIX IT.
"SCREW IT." SHE SAID GIVING UP ON IT AND GETTING UP TO LEAVE, BUT STOPPED WHEN SHE FELT A COLD BREEZE BEHIND HER. SHE TURNED TO SEE THE WHITE OF THE SCREEN SPREADING INTO HER ROOM, EVENTUALLY ENGULFING ALL AROUND HER. ALL SHE COULD SEE AROUND HER WAS COMPLETELY WHITE.
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A BOY RELEASED A STRESSED STRING AND WATCHED AS AN ARROW FLIED SMOOTHLY AND PIERCE THE DEAD CENTER OF A TARGET. THE BOY STOOD UP, HE HAD SHORT LIGHT BLUE HAIR AND BLUE-GREEN EYES, HIS BODY WAS WELL BUILT, RESULT OF ALL THE EXERCISE HE USUALLY DID. HE WORE OF LOOSE RED STREET CAMOUFLAGE PANTS, BLACK AND WHITE SNEAKERS, A CHAIN FOR A BELT, BLACK T-SHIRT UNDER A BROWN LEATHER JACKET, AND BLACK LEATHER FINGER-LESS GLOVE ON HIS RIGHT HAND. HE ALSO CARRIED A QUIVER OVER HIS RIGHT SHOULDER. HIS USUAL AIRY MOOD SEEMED TO HAVE VANISHED, AS IT DID EVERY TIME HE PRACTICED HIS ARCHERY. HE KNEELED BACK DOWN AND PLACED ANOTHER ARROW ON THE STRING OF HIS BOW, CLOSING ONE EYE, TAKING PRECISE AIM. A SMALL AUTUMN CURRENT OF WIND PICKED UP, PULLING SOME STRAY LEAVES FROM THE TIDY LAWN OF HIS BACK YARD. EVERYTHING WAS SO PEACEFUL, SO PERFECT AROUND HIM.
"JAY!" A WOMAN'S VOICE SHOUTED, MAKING HIM JUMP RIGHT AS HE RELEASED HIS ARROW, SENDING IT WAY OFF TARGET.
"ALMOST EVERYTHING." JAY MUTTERED UNDER HIS BREATH AS HE PLACES HIS BOW AND QUIVER ON THE GRASS UNDER HIS FEET. "YEAH, MOM?" HE ANSWERED RUNNING BACK TOWARDS HIS HOUSE.
"YOUR DAD'S ON THE PHONE, SAYS HE COULD USE SOME HELP BACK AT THE SCHOOL." HIS MOTHER SAID AS HE PASSED HER.
"YEAH THANKS." JAY SAID COURTLY AS HE PICKED UP HIS RECEIVER. "HELLO? .OH HI DAD.YEAH I'M ALL DONE WORKING BY NOW.SURE I'LL BE RIGHT OVER." HE SAID HANGING UP. "MOM! I'M GONNA GO HELP DAD OUT BACK AT THE SCHOOL! I'M TAKING YOUR CAR!" JAY SAID LOOKING FOR THE CAR KEYS.
"ALL RIGHT; BE SURE YOU TWO ARE BACK FOR DINNER!" HIS MOTHER YELLED BACK FROM UPSTAIRS.
"MOM.WHERE ARE THE KEYS!" JAY YELLED ONCE MORE, GIVING UP THE SEARCH FOR THE KEY.
".OH YEAH.I LEFT THEM IN THE STUDIO!" SHE YELLED BACK. JAY ROLLED HIS EYES AND MADE BROKE INTO A RUN TOWARDS THE STUDIO. HE PEERED INSIDE AND SAW THE KEYCHAIN ON THE DESK WHERE THEIR COMPUTER SAT. "HERE THEY ARE." HE MUTTERED AS HE MADE A GRAB FOR THEM BUT STOPPED DEAD WHEN HE SAW THE COMPUTER SCREEN WHITE, EVEN THOUGH THE POWER WAS OFF. "NOW THAT IS FREAKY." HE SAID COCKING AN EYEBROW AT THE SCREEN. A FEW MOMENTS LATER A BEAM OF WHITE LIGHT SHOT FROM THE SCREEN AND INTO JAY'S HAND. THE BEAM TURNER INTO A SMALL ROUND-ISH DEVICE WITH BLUE AND SILVER SIDES, WITH A MINUSCULE SCREEN ON THE CENTER. "I TAKE IT BACK.I FIND THIS ALMOST INSANE." HE SAID LOOKING UP FROM THE DEVICE IN HIS HAND AND BACK AT THE SCREEN, HE JABBED AT IT WITH HIS INDEX FINGER, THE SCREED RIPPLED AS IF IT WAS MADE OUT OF WATER. THE WHITE OF IT THEN SEEMED TO GROW OUT OF THE ACTUAL SCREEN AND SOON COVERING ALL OF JAY'S FIELD OF VIEW.
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A BOY OF ROUGHLY SIXTEEN CARRIED A LARGE RECTANGULAR PACKET OF YELLOW GRASS OVER HIS SHOULDER. "'EY DAD! WHERE D'YOU WANT THIS?! " HE YELLED.
"JUST PUT IT ON THE TRUCK, SY!" THE BOY'S FATHER YELLED BACK. SY HEAVED THE PACKET DOWN ONTO THE BACK OF THE TRUCK AS HE WAS TOLD. HE USED ONE OF HIS SLEEVES TO WIPE A THIN LAYER OF SWEAT OF HIS FOREHEAD BEFORE GLANCING SIDEWAYS AT THE SUN STILL BLAZING DOWN ON THE AUSTRALIAN OUTBACK. HIS HAIR WAS EAR LONG; IT PARTS IN THE MIDDLE AND VERY SPIKEY. FOR COLOR IT IS BETWEEN DIRTY-BLOND AND HAZEL, HE NEVER SEEMED TO BE ABLE TO KEEP A CONSISTENT HAIR COLOR. AS FOR CLOTHING, HE WORE A SLEEVE-LESS WHITE T-SHIRT WITH "AUSSIE STUD" WRITTEN IN BLACK AND RED. BAGGY KHAKI CARGOES WITH BAGS ON EACH SIDE; AND TO TOP IT OFF; A LONG, DARK BROWN, OVER-COAT. HE USED BROWN BOOTS AND AN OLD DARK BROWN HAT. WHEN HE TURNED BACK AROUND, HE NOTICED A SMALL, FURRY KANGAROO'S HEAD NIBBLING OFF THE PACKET HE HAD HAULED ONTO THE TRUCK. "HEY MATE." HE WHISPERED CAREFUL NOT TO STARTLE THE CREATURE IN FRONT OF HIM, BUT THE SLIGHTEST MOVEMENT UNDER HIS FEET MADE A FEW TWIGS AND LEAVES CRACK AND SNAP LOUD ENOUGH TO MAKE THE KANGAROO JUMP AND HOP AWAY AS FAT AS ITS LEGS WOULD CARRY HIM.
"OY, SY QUIT YER DAWDLIN' AND GET IN THE CAR!" SY HEARD HIS FATHER YELL AND SNAP HIM BACK INTO REALITY. HE SCAMPERED BACK ON THE PASSENGER'S SEAT; THEY DROVE ALONG AN OLD PATH FOR BARELY 15 MINUTES; BEFORE THEY WHERE UPON A SMALL BUILDING. THERE WAS ONE MORE CAR PARKED RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOUBLE DOORS. THE BUILDING ITSELF WAS COLORED IN A SAND-STONE PATTERN, AND RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE STOOD A PAIR OF CRYSTAL DOUBLE DOORS, APPARENTLY THE ONLY WAY IN.
"'EY, SY? GO AN FETCH THE FOLDER WITH THE RECORDS FER JULY, WILL YEH? THEY ARE IN MY OFFICE." KURT, SY'S FATHER SAID AS THEY WALKED INTO THE COOL INSIDE. SY MERELY NODDED TO SHOW HE UNDERSTOOD AND WALKED AWAY, INTO HIS FATHER'S OFFICE. HE WALKED IN QUICKLY AND LOOKED AROUND, HE SPOTTED THE RECORDS ON A DESK NEXT TO AN OLD COMPUTER. AS HE REACHED FOR THEM HE NOTICED THE COMPUTER SCREEN WAS BLANK HE STARED AT IT BLANKLY FOR A FEW SECONDS AND THEN SHOOK HIS HEAD. AS HE TURNED FOR THE DOOR HE FELT AS SOMETHING WAS PUSHED INTO HIS HAND. HE GLANCED AT IT AND SAW A SMALL DEVICE WITH TAN SIDES AND A SMALL SCREEN ON THE CENTER. HE TURNED AROUND EXPECTING TO FIND SOMEONE ELSE IN THE ROOM BUT I WAS COMPLETELY EMPTY. THE ONLY THING MOVING WAS THE WHITENESS OF THE SCREEN SPREADING OUT FROM THE COMPUTER.
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"FRIDAY AT LAST." A FAIRLY TALL GIRL WITH LONG LIGHT BROWN HAIR SAID SHUTTING THE DOOR OF HER ROOM BEHIND HER. SHE CASUALLY TOSSED HER BACK PACK ON THE FLOOR, NEXT TO HER BED. SHE THEN HEADED FOR HER DESK AND SWITCHED ON HER COMPUTER.
"ASHLEY!" A FEMALE VOICE YELLED FROM OUTSIDE THE ROOM.
"YEAH?" ASHLEY ANSWERED BACK.
"CHANGE OUT OF THOSE SCHOOL CLOTHES AND GET SOMETHING TO EAT!" THE CONVERSATION CONTINUED.
"YEAH, YEAH, I'M COMMIN." ASHLEY ANSWERED BACK. SHE DID AS TOLD AND CHANGED INTO HER FAVORITE CLOTHES: A RED LONG-SLEEVED SWEATER WITH A BLACK T-SHIRT OVER IT AND PAIR OF BLACK PANTS WITH A WHITE LINE GOING DOWN THE SIDE. A PAIR OF BLUE AND BLACK FINGER CUT GLOVES AND BLUE SNEAKERS. AND OF COURSE HER UNMISTAKABLE BLACK HAT, ON BACKWARDS. AS SHE REACHED FOR THE DOOR, SHE REMEMBERED HER COMPUTER AND TURNED AROUND TO CHECK ON IT, BUT FOUND THE SCREEN TO BE TOTALLY WHITE. AS SHE STARED AT IT FOR A FEW SECONDS MORE, A WHITE BEAM OF LIGHT SHOT FROM THE SCREEN AND STRAIGHT INTO HER HAND, WHEN THE LIGHT FADED A SMALL DEVICE WAS IN HER HAND. IT HAD A SMALL SCREEN IN THE MIDDLE AND DARK BLUE SIDES. SHE LOOKED AT IT, THEN AT THE SCREEN AND BACK, PUZZLED BY WHAT HAD JUST HAPPENED. SHE LOOKED AT THE SCREEN ONE MORE TIME AND SAW THE WHITE SCREEN SLIGHTLY LARGER THAN THE MONITOR, AND IT KEPT SPREADING OUT, VERY FAST.
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A YOUNG GIRL SAT ON A DESK WITH HER FACE LEANED TO ONE SIDE SUPPORTED BY HER HAND, SHE WAS WEARING A PLAIN PAR OF BLUE JEANS, A BLACK LONG SLEEVE WITH A T-SHIRT OVER IT. HER HAIR WAS BLOND WITH RED TIPS, ALL DONE UP IN A PONY TAIL. SHE WAS TAPPING A PLAIN YELLOW PENCIL ON TOP OF AN OPEN NOTEBOOK WITH HER FREE HAND. -TAP TAP TAP- RIGHT NOW, SHE WAS IN HER LEAST FAVORITE CLASS BY FAR: HISTORY. ITS IN THE PAST THAT WHY IS CALLED HISTORY, WHY LEARN IT NOW. -TAP TAP TAP-
"WHOEVER IS DOING THAT PLEASE STOP IT." THE TEACHER UP IN THE VERY FRONT OF THE CLASSROOM SAID CALMLY, AS HE WROTE VARIOUS DATES ON A BLACKBOARD. IGNORING HIM THE TAPPING CONTINUED. -TAP TAP TAP- "I THOUGHT I HAD MADE MYSELF CLEAR." THE TUTOR SAID, THIS TIME SOUNDING A LOT MORE COMMANDING, WITH THIS STATEMENT, SHE STOPPED.
"THIS IS SOOOOO BORING." THE GIRL SAID TUCKING THE PENCIL BEHIND HER EAR AND LOOKING OUT THE CRYSTAL WALL INTO A LONG HALLWAY. ACROSS THE HALLWAY THERE WAS ANOTHER ROOM WITH A WINDOW FOR A WALL, THE COMPUTER LAB. IT WAS COMPLETELY EMPTY AND ALL COMPUTERS TURNED OF.NO WAIT, ALL, BUT ONE, ON OF THE MANY SCREENS WAS APPARENTLY TURNED ON, BUT IT WAS COMPLETELY WHITE. SHE STARED AT IT A LITTLE WHILE LONGER, UNTIL A THIN BEAM OF PURE WHITE LIGHT EMERGED FROM THE COMPUTER AND FLEW STRAIGHT INTO HER HAND. STARTLED SHE LOOKED AT HER PALM TO FIND A SMALL DEVICE WITH A TINY SCREEN IN THE MIDDLE.
"P-PROFESOR?" SHE MUTTERED RAISING HER HAND, STILL STARING THE DEVICE IN HER HAND.
"WHAT IS IT, MISS KAE?" HER TEACHER SAID TURNING AROUND RUBBING THE SPACE BETWEEN HIS BROWS.
"YEAH.CAN I BE EXCUSED TO THE RESTROOM?" SHE SAID POLITELY, THE PROFESSOR SIGHED HEAVILY AND NODDED, TURNING BACK AROUND. KAE SCRAMBLED FROM HER DESK AND RAN OUTSIDE, DIRECTLY INTO THE COMPUTER LAB TO EXAMINE THE ODD MACHINE. WHEN SHE GOT THERE THE SCREEN SEEMED TO BE SMALLER THAT THE ACTUAL WHITE TEXTURE SHOWING, AND LITTLE BY LITTLE IT WAS MAKING ITSELF BIGGER.
HAHA! SO THAT'S IT, THE PATHETIC FIRST CHAPTER, I MEAN, THE EXACT SAME HAPPENED TO ALL OF THEM! ANYWAY, SO THAT'S THAT, SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG THOUGH, ILL TRY NOT TO FOR NEXT CHAPTER. ANYWHO, THE GOOD STUFF STARTS NEXT CHAPTER: THE WORLD WE FIGHT FOR.