Chapter Two: Where Am I?

Riley Rosewell sat in her home studio, staring at her blank canvas. Why she had slacked off so much, she didn't know. But what she did know was that she had two and a half weeks to get two paintings done. What an idiot she had been. She closed her eyes, visualizing something, or at least trying to. All she could see were scenes from her favorite movie, Pirates of the Caribbean.

And Jack Sparrow, her "future husband". Ten times of seeing that movie in theaters, and she couldn't get enough of that drunk pirate. She sighed, thinking about their "wedding day".

Yeah right. She was nineteen, Johnny Depp was forty and had kids. Not a chance. But a girl can dream, can't she?

"Oh, come ON!" she yelled at her canvas, wishing that something would appear on it.

Riley had been painting since before she could remember. But her mother had told her that one day she when she was about two, she left her unattended in her bedroom. Riley took a set of paint tubes and squirted them all over the walls. When her mother came back five minutes later, she saw the masterpiece on the wall. Riley didn't even get punished. Her mom left it up there.

After that, she hadn't exactly had the easiest life of anyone. Her parents had died when she was thirteen in a car accident while she was at a piano recital. They had never mentioned any other family members that she had whatsoever before that night. She had been at a million foster homes since then and she hated every single one of them. When she was eighteen, she finally moved out of her eleventh one. She didn't go to college though, it wasn't exactly her thing. Plus, all she wanted to do was paint, and her best friend and art teacher said she didn't need college training in order to become more famous, which she was at age eight when she sold one of her paintings to an art museum in New York, where she lived.

If only now her paint would just magically put something on that stupid white canvas that was driving her insane…

She shut her eyes and put her hands to her face, trying to imagine something… anything…

Jack Sparrow floated across her mind, as usual, her brain was always turned to channel 247, or Channel Johnny Depp. All access, all the time.

Okay… let's do something Jack Sparrowish, she thought.

Jack Sparrow, Jack Sparrow, Jack Sparrow…

His head scarf! Yes, that's it. Riley opened her eyes, smiling to herself. She began to sketch it out, when a wind picked up.

Riley looked up.

This was her indoor studio. There were no windows open, no doors. So why was a wind picking up?

Her blue-grey eyes looked around as the wind got stronger.

Okay…she thought. "Who's there?" she asked aloud as the wind got stronger still. Suddenly, her sketches started to fly around the room.

"No! NO!" she yelled, running around, trying to gather them up. But, she tripped over her box of paints, causing her to fall on her back. She looked up at the ceiling. Riley tried to get up, but apparently she had twisted her ankle in her fall.

"Oof!" came a voice.

But it wasn't Riley's. It was a male voice, one that sounded familiar, but where had she heard it?

And where had it come from?

She looked up again, but was flattened by a guy.

He had just fallen from her ceiling.

Not only that, but he landed on top of her, too.

Okay, Riley was not one to put up with guys trying to have sex with her, especially if she hadn't spoken to him.

"AAAAHHHHH!!!!!" she screamed as she kicked her knee up, hitting him right in the nuts.

Will yelled out in pain, and Riley crawled out from under him, but not before he could flip her over, and twist her arm behind her back.

Now it was Riley's turn to yell out in pain, she had broken that arm completely in half eight years ago, falling off a horse. Now, she was pissed. She kicked out, and with her free hand, she punched as hard as she could, hitting him full in the nose.

"OUCH!" said Will loudly, but not loosening his hold.

Who was this girl anyway? And where the heck was he? Well, he could certainly see why she was mad at him, but he meant no harm to her… he couldn't help the fact that gravity had pulled him down on this girl.

After Riley had punched him, this gave her the opportunity to get up. She looked frantically around the room, for something to defend herself with. Her eyes fell on her tubes of paint. She ran for them, and grabbed one in each hand.

Will got up off the floor, one hand over his nose, which was bleeding freely. Where was he? He asked himself again. No place familiar, by the looks of it. And who was that girl? Not Elizabeth, that's for sure, and part of him was glad because of it. But before he could think anymore, orange and red paint came flying out of nowhere at him, almost hitting him in the eyes. He shut them, and blindly ran forward, feeling him crash into her. Then, he punched and kicked every part of her he could find.

Riley had been hit in the head. Then, kicked in the shin. Next, her eye. After that, she had enough. She took her elbow and slammed it into his chest, still squeezing paint out at the same time. Next, she kicked him in the kneecap.

Okay, now Will was in considerable pain, and by the looks of it, so was his opponent. Finally, the tubes of paint ran out, and Will was drenched in it. Before Riley could get more paint, Will pulled out his sword and pointed it at her.

Riley began to feel dizzy, her head was spinning, or was it the room around her? Every fiber in her body was screaming at her in pain. And the sword being pointed at her throat wasn't exactly helping. Then, it hit her.

She knew who she had nearly killed. Her eyes widened, then rolled up in the back of her head and she fell unconscious to the floor with a dull thud.