Disclaimer: I own Loren. Tom is a real person with a different name, so he
owns himself. All other things belong to the big people. Read.
Author's note: Credit to The Authorized for ideas.
Chapter 5
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"Well... This is nice 'n' weird..."
Coming through the portal hadn't been exactly what we'd had in mind. I, having come first, had landed softly on the edge of a steepish sandhill, and Tom had popped up right behind me. Sadly, of course, he hit me straight in the back, sending both of us tumbling down the hill. By the time we stopped at the bottom, we both had our shoes and clothes full of sand.
When we got up, we brushed off the sand, which we both noticed, was orange. Seeing this, I looked around me to see that all the colours were messed up. There was a nice green sky above us, there were bits of red grass all over, and purple trees with blue fruits. All this led to the before mentioned comment from Tom.
"Absolutely... Mewtwo, you wanna go take a look around?" I asked Mewtwo, referring to his wandering ability. He agreed, and left out body. I saw his spirit, which looked like Mewtwo, except that I could see through him, float ahead and out of sight. I looked to Tom, who, judging by his behavior, couldn't see Mewtwo's spirit.
"Well, should we have a look around?" I asked Tom.
"Yeah, okay." We set off in the direction in which Mewtwo had gone, but soon stopped due to something looking extremely wrong. I couldn't pinpoint it at first, but after a few more steps, I noticed what it was that was bothering me. When I walked, the sight ahead looked normal, but on my right and left, the view seemed to whizz past, even though I was moving slowly. Tom had noticed it too.
"Oh, shit!" Tom yelled when I turned away. I turned to look at him to see that he was feeling around his coat.
"What?"
"I haven't got my guns! I must have dropped them when we fell down the hill!"
I felt around my pockets. "I left the portal-stone at the top!"
"We'd better go get all of them." Tom said. We sprinted toward the hill, trying to ignore the whizzing at our sides. When we got to the foot of the hill, we started climbing up the slippery sand, but were progressing slowly. "Found one!" Tom yelled at one third way up. I noticed the second neat the halfway, and handed it to Tom. He set both of them in his gun- belt.
As I turned, I saw something farther away. I pointed it out to Tom and he saw it too. There were people resembling Native Americans on horseback, staring at us from on top of a small hillock about 200 metres (670 feet) away. They looked hostile, and my suspicions were confirmed when a few took out bows and arrows and shot some arrows in our direction.
None of the arrows hit us, but a few came close. "Hurry! We'll get to the top and use the portal stone way before they get to us!" I yelled to Tom. He agreed, and we started clambering up the hill once more.
I looked back once, and to my astonishment, they were much closer that they should be at the moment. "Someone messed up the perspective!!!" I yelled to Tom and he looked back to see what I meant. The horses stepped half-meter (1.5 foot) steps, but advanced three meters (10 feet.) This gave us extra inspiration and we climbed as fast as we could.
When I reached the top, I looked around me, spotted the stone, picked it up... And came face-to-face with a primitive arrowhead. I looked past it and saw one of the attackers, on horseback, pointing the bow and arrow at my face. Soon the others followed up the hill and surrounded Tom and me. "Great."
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Mewtwo was floating around, not lost, but just quite far from Loren and Tom. He hadn't really seen any signs of life in the surroundings, other than the plantlife. ~Quite an interesting colorscheme.~ He thought.
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"Any ideas?"
"No."
"I thought not."
Tom and I were sitting in a tent, on the ground, our backs tied together, with our hands in between. Spoken in plain English, we were prisoners. Our negotiations in English hadn't really worked, and the same goes for French and German. They had dragged us to their village, which consisted of tens of huts and some tents, one of which we were in.
"I guess we just have to wait until Mewtwo finds us. They took my guns and the portal stone, so we're not escaping."
"How did they know to take your guns?"
"I dunno, but once one of them had blown his head off with one, they've started worshipping them as divine objects."
I laughed at that. "Well at least we're still alive. Mewtwo'll have a hard time finding us, though."
"We wouldn't be here if I'd had a chance to get my guns out."
"Remind me to get me some self-protection when we get out of this."
"More guns?"
"I was thinking more like a sword. Better for close combat."
"Sure thing."
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~Where did they go?~
Mewtwo was at the place at which he had left Loren and Tom, but there was no-one there. He noticed a number of bare-foot-prints in the sand. ~They must have been captured.~ He thought, and started following the tracks.
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"Anyway, so there I was, looking at this scene, and I said to myself -" My story was interrupted by one of the natives coming in. He had more paint on him than the others, so I assumed he was the chief. "Can we help you?"
"Evil," was all he said and pointed at us.
"No. We're not evil." I replied.
"You steal holy Mukacha." He said and kneeled, then got up again and continued: "You steal from gods and keep in greed."
"No, you see, they're not holy. They just use gunpowder, which is ignited and the explosion sends the bullet-"
"SILENCE!" He yelled and stamped his foot on the floor.
"Oh, give me a break, you don't scare me. Besides, you just interrupted me, and that's not very polite, and your hospitality is disgraceful. I'm uncomfortable, hungry, tired, not to mention tied up in a tent that smells like a buffalo that's just run a marathon. Now we'd like to get going now, so maybe you could untie us and give us back our stuff before Mewtwo gets back and I LEVEL THE WHOLE PLACE!!!" I yelled the end of the sentence to emphasize my point and because I was getting pissed.
The chief looked surprised. He took on his serious look again and replied: "You no scare me. Tent smell like buffalo after run because is buffalo after run. And you no go. You no get holy Mukacha." He kneeled, then stood up again. "And you die as sacrifice to gods to calm for stealing Mukacha." He finished, kneeled again, stood, and two more men came in and knocked us out.
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When we woke up, we were tied to large, thick poles, in the middle of the village with some tens of natives around us. A couple meters in front of us there was a small altar on which were the two guns and the portal stone. In front of the altar there was a row of natives, all armed with throwing spears.
"Not good."
"Not good at all."
The chief made his appearance and proceeded to make a speech to the others in their language.
"Hey, Tom!" I whispered to Tom.
"Yeah?" he replied, also whispering.
"We need to stall them to buy Mewtwo some time."
"Yeah. Any ideas?"
"You talk if possible. That's what you're good at."
"Okay. Anything else?"
"I'm on it..."
The chief turned to us. "Any words before die?"
"Yes," Tom said.
"Speak," said the chief.
Tom started on a very long, but very dull speech about how funny it is that fate led them to a painful death by spearing, even though we had done nothing, then moved onto talk about philosophy, then somehow managed to move onto fishing techniques. All this time I was looking around me to see if Mewtwo might be coming, but there was no sign of him.
I turned back toward Tom, who was now talking about the wallpaper in his room. He was obviously getting tired of talking, and obviously his throat already hurt. He finally finished by exclaiming how payback's a bitch.
My turn. "And I'd like to add to that-" The chief cut me off by saying that Tom had already spoken the words of ten men, and they needn't hear mine. Despite my protests, he told the 'firing squad' to start. One stepped forward and aimed his spear at me. He pulled back his arm and- "Mukacha!" I yelled just as he was about to throw the spear, making him kneel down and throw the spear way off course. He got up, looked disappointed and stepped back into the row.
Another stepped forward, and the same routine was repeated. After a few more of these, someone came up to us and gagged us with some small bits of buffalo hide.
-What a way to die. Being tied to a pole and speared by natives with buffalo skin smelling right under my nose.- I thought to myself. -Please Mewtwo, it's now or never.- Nothing.
The thrower stepped forward. He raised his spear. He aimed. He pulled his arm back. He threw. And missed! The spear missed my stomach by about 30cm (12 inches) and landed with a clang.
The next thrower came forth.
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Tom's POV. (I don't usually do this, but this is just this once.)
I listened as Loren seemed to start making a noise, which I assumed was him crying, as the thrower pulled back his arm and threw the spear. I turned to look away. There was a pause, then a gasp from the crowd. I thought they would have done this before, and wouldn't be fazed much by the results. But that wasn't the strangest part. The strangest part was that the crying didn't stop.
I turned to see Loren, and saw the spear floating on front of his face, glowing blue. I listened as his crying turned into laughter. A maniacal laughter. He opened his eyes and I saw that they were black, with only a white pupil. This made Loren look very menacing and it only added to the panic of the natives when he started glowing blue, the ropes snapped and were reduced to shreds and the buffalo skin gag seemed to be burned to ashes by the flame-like aura of Loren.
I turned to the crowd and gave them the best possible advise; "I would strongly recommend you run," as the spear floating in front of Loren was also consumed by the blue flames, and was reduced to ashes in seconds.
Loren looked around himself, moving his head slowly, and settled his gaze on what seemed to be the main hut. He pointed his arms forward and the fire shot forward and consumed the hut. People were now running for their lives toward the hills. Loren shot an energy ball at another hut and it was blown into microparticles. He telekinetically lifted up a large rock nearby and dropped it on another hut.
I suddenly remembered our things, and dashed for the altar before it was destroyed as well. I grabbed the guns and the stone, then turned to look at Loren, who was now levitating a couple meters off the ground, seemingly collecting energy. I looked around and saw a) all the natives had already evacuated the area, and b) there was nowhere to take cover.
I looked a little further away and saw a small cave, but there was no way I'd get there before I got blasted into oblivion by Loren's blast. Then I remembered the portal stone, and cast it onto the ground. I hopped into it and I was suddenly at the cave entrance. I picked up the portal stone and hid in the cave, turning to look, and all I saw was light.
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Loren's POV once more.
I looked around myself. All I saw was ashes. (*Cough*) Not only had I blown up the camp in my madness, but I had blown away the whole valley that it was in. "Whoops."
"Is that all you have to say?" I heard a voice from behind me. It was Tom, who had emerged from the cave.
"Yeah."
"Well good. I don't feel much like talking after all that talking that I did earlier.
"Yeah, me neither."
"You think they'll be okay without a camp?"
"There's another that they fled to over the hill. They'll be fine."
"So how's this for a first dimension hop?"
"Well it could've gone better..." I said as I looked around myself again.
"So this is your madness?"
"Yes." Tom wasn't sure whether that was Loren or Mewtwo talking.
"Shouldn't we get going? This whizzing in my eyes is bothering me."
"Yeah, sure." Tom handed me the portal stone and I took a final look around me before I cast it on the ground, told it to send us home, and stepped in.
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Like? Hate? R&R please. ^_^
P.S. The part where everyone has to bow when someone says Mukacha is indeed copied from Ace Ventura 2, so credit to whoever wrote that.
Author's note: Credit to The Authorized for ideas.
Chapter 5
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"Well... This is nice 'n' weird..."
Coming through the portal hadn't been exactly what we'd had in mind. I, having come first, had landed softly on the edge of a steepish sandhill, and Tom had popped up right behind me. Sadly, of course, he hit me straight in the back, sending both of us tumbling down the hill. By the time we stopped at the bottom, we both had our shoes and clothes full of sand.
When we got up, we brushed off the sand, which we both noticed, was orange. Seeing this, I looked around me to see that all the colours were messed up. There was a nice green sky above us, there were bits of red grass all over, and purple trees with blue fruits. All this led to the before mentioned comment from Tom.
"Absolutely... Mewtwo, you wanna go take a look around?" I asked Mewtwo, referring to his wandering ability. He agreed, and left out body. I saw his spirit, which looked like Mewtwo, except that I could see through him, float ahead and out of sight. I looked to Tom, who, judging by his behavior, couldn't see Mewtwo's spirit.
"Well, should we have a look around?" I asked Tom.
"Yeah, okay." We set off in the direction in which Mewtwo had gone, but soon stopped due to something looking extremely wrong. I couldn't pinpoint it at first, but after a few more steps, I noticed what it was that was bothering me. When I walked, the sight ahead looked normal, but on my right and left, the view seemed to whizz past, even though I was moving slowly. Tom had noticed it too.
"Oh, shit!" Tom yelled when I turned away. I turned to look at him to see that he was feeling around his coat.
"What?"
"I haven't got my guns! I must have dropped them when we fell down the hill!"
I felt around my pockets. "I left the portal-stone at the top!"
"We'd better go get all of them." Tom said. We sprinted toward the hill, trying to ignore the whizzing at our sides. When we got to the foot of the hill, we started climbing up the slippery sand, but were progressing slowly. "Found one!" Tom yelled at one third way up. I noticed the second neat the halfway, and handed it to Tom. He set both of them in his gun- belt.
As I turned, I saw something farther away. I pointed it out to Tom and he saw it too. There were people resembling Native Americans on horseback, staring at us from on top of a small hillock about 200 metres (670 feet) away. They looked hostile, and my suspicions were confirmed when a few took out bows and arrows and shot some arrows in our direction.
None of the arrows hit us, but a few came close. "Hurry! We'll get to the top and use the portal stone way before they get to us!" I yelled to Tom. He agreed, and we started clambering up the hill once more.
I looked back once, and to my astonishment, they were much closer that they should be at the moment. "Someone messed up the perspective!!!" I yelled to Tom and he looked back to see what I meant. The horses stepped half-meter (1.5 foot) steps, but advanced three meters (10 feet.) This gave us extra inspiration and we climbed as fast as we could.
When I reached the top, I looked around me, spotted the stone, picked it up... And came face-to-face with a primitive arrowhead. I looked past it and saw one of the attackers, on horseback, pointing the bow and arrow at my face. Soon the others followed up the hill and surrounded Tom and me. "Great."
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Mewtwo was floating around, not lost, but just quite far from Loren and Tom. He hadn't really seen any signs of life in the surroundings, other than the plantlife. ~Quite an interesting colorscheme.~ He thought.
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"Any ideas?"
"No."
"I thought not."
Tom and I were sitting in a tent, on the ground, our backs tied together, with our hands in between. Spoken in plain English, we were prisoners. Our negotiations in English hadn't really worked, and the same goes for French and German. They had dragged us to their village, which consisted of tens of huts and some tents, one of which we were in.
"I guess we just have to wait until Mewtwo finds us. They took my guns and the portal stone, so we're not escaping."
"How did they know to take your guns?"
"I dunno, but once one of them had blown his head off with one, they've started worshipping them as divine objects."
I laughed at that. "Well at least we're still alive. Mewtwo'll have a hard time finding us, though."
"We wouldn't be here if I'd had a chance to get my guns out."
"Remind me to get me some self-protection when we get out of this."
"More guns?"
"I was thinking more like a sword. Better for close combat."
"Sure thing."
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~Where did they go?~
Mewtwo was at the place at which he had left Loren and Tom, but there was no-one there. He noticed a number of bare-foot-prints in the sand. ~They must have been captured.~ He thought, and started following the tracks.
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"Anyway, so there I was, looking at this scene, and I said to myself -" My story was interrupted by one of the natives coming in. He had more paint on him than the others, so I assumed he was the chief. "Can we help you?"
"Evil," was all he said and pointed at us.
"No. We're not evil." I replied.
"You steal holy Mukacha." He said and kneeled, then got up again and continued: "You steal from gods and keep in greed."
"No, you see, they're not holy. They just use gunpowder, which is ignited and the explosion sends the bullet-"
"SILENCE!" He yelled and stamped his foot on the floor.
"Oh, give me a break, you don't scare me. Besides, you just interrupted me, and that's not very polite, and your hospitality is disgraceful. I'm uncomfortable, hungry, tired, not to mention tied up in a tent that smells like a buffalo that's just run a marathon. Now we'd like to get going now, so maybe you could untie us and give us back our stuff before Mewtwo gets back and I LEVEL THE WHOLE PLACE!!!" I yelled the end of the sentence to emphasize my point and because I was getting pissed.
The chief looked surprised. He took on his serious look again and replied: "You no scare me. Tent smell like buffalo after run because is buffalo after run. And you no go. You no get holy Mukacha." He kneeled, then stood up again. "And you die as sacrifice to gods to calm for stealing Mukacha." He finished, kneeled again, stood, and two more men came in and knocked us out.
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When we woke up, we were tied to large, thick poles, in the middle of the village with some tens of natives around us. A couple meters in front of us there was a small altar on which were the two guns and the portal stone. In front of the altar there was a row of natives, all armed with throwing spears.
"Not good."
"Not good at all."
The chief made his appearance and proceeded to make a speech to the others in their language.
"Hey, Tom!" I whispered to Tom.
"Yeah?" he replied, also whispering.
"We need to stall them to buy Mewtwo some time."
"Yeah. Any ideas?"
"You talk if possible. That's what you're good at."
"Okay. Anything else?"
"I'm on it..."
The chief turned to us. "Any words before die?"
"Yes," Tom said.
"Speak," said the chief.
Tom started on a very long, but very dull speech about how funny it is that fate led them to a painful death by spearing, even though we had done nothing, then moved onto talk about philosophy, then somehow managed to move onto fishing techniques. All this time I was looking around me to see if Mewtwo might be coming, but there was no sign of him.
I turned back toward Tom, who was now talking about the wallpaper in his room. He was obviously getting tired of talking, and obviously his throat already hurt. He finally finished by exclaiming how payback's a bitch.
My turn. "And I'd like to add to that-" The chief cut me off by saying that Tom had already spoken the words of ten men, and they needn't hear mine. Despite my protests, he told the 'firing squad' to start. One stepped forward and aimed his spear at me. He pulled back his arm and- "Mukacha!" I yelled just as he was about to throw the spear, making him kneel down and throw the spear way off course. He got up, looked disappointed and stepped back into the row.
Another stepped forward, and the same routine was repeated. After a few more of these, someone came up to us and gagged us with some small bits of buffalo hide.
-What a way to die. Being tied to a pole and speared by natives with buffalo skin smelling right under my nose.- I thought to myself. -Please Mewtwo, it's now or never.- Nothing.
The thrower stepped forward. He raised his spear. He aimed. He pulled his arm back. He threw. And missed! The spear missed my stomach by about 30cm (12 inches) and landed with a clang.
The next thrower came forth.
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Tom's POV. (I don't usually do this, but this is just this once.)
I listened as Loren seemed to start making a noise, which I assumed was him crying, as the thrower pulled back his arm and threw the spear. I turned to look away. There was a pause, then a gasp from the crowd. I thought they would have done this before, and wouldn't be fazed much by the results. But that wasn't the strangest part. The strangest part was that the crying didn't stop.
I turned to see Loren, and saw the spear floating on front of his face, glowing blue. I listened as his crying turned into laughter. A maniacal laughter. He opened his eyes and I saw that they were black, with only a white pupil. This made Loren look very menacing and it only added to the panic of the natives when he started glowing blue, the ropes snapped and were reduced to shreds and the buffalo skin gag seemed to be burned to ashes by the flame-like aura of Loren.
I turned to the crowd and gave them the best possible advise; "I would strongly recommend you run," as the spear floating in front of Loren was also consumed by the blue flames, and was reduced to ashes in seconds.
Loren looked around himself, moving his head slowly, and settled his gaze on what seemed to be the main hut. He pointed his arms forward and the fire shot forward and consumed the hut. People were now running for their lives toward the hills. Loren shot an energy ball at another hut and it was blown into microparticles. He telekinetically lifted up a large rock nearby and dropped it on another hut.
I suddenly remembered our things, and dashed for the altar before it was destroyed as well. I grabbed the guns and the stone, then turned to look at Loren, who was now levitating a couple meters off the ground, seemingly collecting energy. I looked around and saw a) all the natives had already evacuated the area, and b) there was nowhere to take cover.
I looked a little further away and saw a small cave, but there was no way I'd get there before I got blasted into oblivion by Loren's blast. Then I remembered the portal stone, and cast it onto the ground. I hopped into it and I was suddenly at the cave entrance. I picked up the portal stone and hid in the cave, turning to look, and all I saw was light.
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Loren's POV once more.
I looked around myself. All I saw was ashes. (*Cough*) Not only had I blown up the camp in my madness, but I had blown away the whole valley that it was in. "Whoops."
"Is that all you have to say?" I heard a voice from behind me. It was Tom, who had emerged from the cave.
"Yeah."
"Well good. I don't feel much like talking after all that talking that I did earlier.
"Yeah, me neither."
"You think they'll be okay without a camp?"
"There's another that they fled to over the hill. They'll be fine."
"So how's this for a first dimension hop?"
"Well it could've gone better..." I said as I looked around myself again.
"So this is your madness?"
"Yes." Tom wasn't sure whether that was Loren or Mewtwo talking.
"Shouldn't we get going? This whizzing in my eyes is bothering me."
"Yeah, sure." Tom handed me the portal stone and I took a final look around me before I cast it on the ground, told it to send us home, and stepped in.
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Like? Hate? R&R please. ^_^
P.S. The part where everyone has to bow when someone says Mukacha is indeed copied from Ace Ventura 2, so credit to whoever wrote that.