A/N: Hey guys! What's up? Anyway, I've been thinking about how to do
this fic. I'm gonna have the whole fanfic from now stay on Syd's POV, and
then sometime later have the Scott version. FYI: I HAVE seen "Ron
Factor", I just prefer calling her Dr. Director...So, see yas next time!
Refuge
As I hung there by the back of my shirt collar, I felt increasing fear surge through my body like those lightning bolts. After about ten minutes of deep breaths from me, the tree branch gave way, plunging me into the depths of the unknown. I landed down below, near what must have been an army base of some sort back in World War II. I cautiously stepped over to the entrance, and knocked on the door. "Is anyone home?" I asked. A woman, probably in her mid-thirties, answered. She was wearing an eyepatch over one eye and she had short brown hair. "Yes, we're...Sydney?!"
"You know who I am...?!" I asked, in a state of shock.
"Of course I do! It's me! Dr. Director!" She exclaimed.
"Oh my God! I haven't seen you since I was ten! How are you?" I said quickly.
"We've done better. Fortunately, though, we're still alive."
"Um...do you have a place where I can stay?"
"Yes, yes, of course." She walked inside. I followed.
It was nothing like what I saw on the outside. In fact, it looked like it belonged in Independence Day, which was one of the movies that held my interest when I was younger. It still does, don't get me wrong, but when one is in hiding, you tend to forget about movies and move on to more important things, such as growing up and taking command of a situation when you need to.
I entered the base. "You can stay in the empty bunker across the hall."
"Thanks. I think I'm going to go to the supply store and-..."
"Sydney, I wouldn't go if I were you."
"You're not my mother," I responded coolly. "I can do whatever I want."
"Sydney, please-..."
"My name is Syd!"
I left the room in a hurry, setting off for my bunker. It was a bit larger than our apartment, and it seemed like it was in an okay condition to live in. There was a little portable stove, like the ones you see in campfires, a fridge, and other essentials. I sat on the bed, and buried my face in my hands. I was miles away from home, possibly even crossing a state line, I had no way of contacting my friends, as Dementor had confiscated the Sydstem.
Now, you would have thought that the resourceful Syd Lipsky would have made sure to locate the Sydstem, right? Wrong. This was one of those days where I was just having a really crappy day. Little did I know, it was going to get worse. A lot worse. Oh, boy. Oh, God. Someone (I couldn't see, I was facing the wall opposite the door) entered my room. It was him. Professor Dementor.
"Hello, Sydney." He said in a spine-tingling voice, his tone similar to what Hitler's must have been.
"Get the heck out of my apartment." I spat, my back still turned.
"We can make this easy or hard, Sydney, whichever you prefer."
"I said 'Get out of my apartment!'" If this persisted, it wouldn't be pretty.
Trust me.
Refuge
As I hung there by the back of my shirt collar, I felt increasing fear surge through my body like those lightning bolts. After about ten minutes of deep breaths from me, the tree branch gave way, plunging me into the depths of the unknown. I landed down below, near what must have been an army base of some sort back in World War II. I cautiously stepped over to the entrance, and knocked on the door. "Is anyone home?" I asked. A woman, probably in her mid-thirties, answered. She was wearing an eyepatch over one eye and she had short brown hair. "Yes, we're...Sydney?!"
"You know who I am...?!" I asked, in a state of shock.
"Of course I do! It's me! Dr. Director!" She exclaimed.
"Oh my God! I haven't seen you since I was ten! How are you?" I said quickly.
"We've done better. Fortunately, though, we're still alive."
"Um...do you have a place where I can stay?"
"Yes, yes, of course." She walked inside. I followed.
It was nothing like what I saw on the outside. In fact, it looked like it belonged in Independence Day, which was one of the movies that held my interest when I was younger. It still does, don't get me wrong, but when one is in hiding, you tend to forget about movies and move on to more important things, such as growing up and taking command of a situation when you need to.
I entered the base. "You can stay in the empty bunker across the hall."
"Thanks. I think I'm going to go to the supply store and-..."
"Sydney, I wouldn't go if I were you."
"You're not my mother," I responded coolly. "I can do whatever I want."
"Sydney, please-..."
"My name is Syd!"
I left the room in a hurry, setting off for my bunker. It was a bit larger than our apartment, and it seemed like it was in an okay condition to live in. There was a little portable stove, like the ones you see in campfires, a fridge, and other essentials. I sat on the bed, and buried my face in my hands. I was miles away from home, possibly even crossing a state line, I had no way of contacting my friends, as Dementor had confiscated the Sydstem.
Now, you would have thought that the resourceful Syd Lipsky would have made sure to locate the Sydstem, right? Wrong. This was one of those days where I was just having a really crappy day. Little did I know, it was going to get worse. A lot worse. Oh, boy. Oh, God. Someone (I couldn't see, I was facing the wall opposite the door) entered my room. It was him. Professor Dementor.
"Hello, Sydney." He said in a spine-tingling voice, his tone similar to what Hitler's must have been.
"Get the heck out of my apartment." I spat, my back still turned.
"We can make this easy or hard, Sydney, whichever you prefer."
"I said 'Get out of my apartment!'" If this persisted, it wouldn't be pretty.
Trust me.