This is the third in the "Sam Canter traveling to fictional places" series. (The second one is yet to be posted.) I've yet to think up a better name for that (above phrase). I don't have that much time or creativity. If you have an idea, do tell. Anyway, let's see how this one turns out, shall we? (P.S. For those of you who have read my other stories, my computer is still down. I'm using someone else's right now, but not to worry! Mine will be up and running again soon… I hope. :))
Chapter One
Not Again!
Sam Canter was just a normal teenaged girl. Well, okay, maybe not. She and her brother trav-eled to fictional places frequently, and they would find out that no time or barely any time had passed in their world when they returned. Well, she and David were playing their backyard when a storm suddenly blew in out of nowhere. "Let's get inside!" David yelled over the howling of the wind.
"Good idea!" Sam said, wrapping her jacket tightly around herself. David did the same. "This doesn't look like it's going to be a very pretty afternoon!"
The two teenagers ran through the long meadow that adjoined their house, intent on getting inside and having some warm, homemade hot cocoa. It wasn't to happen, however. They reached the steep side of their meadow, and the first thing that happened was that they both lost their footing. There were rocks and trees and shrubs as they slid down, but neither one noticed. They were both unconscious, having hit their heads hard as soon as they landed. Their limp bodies came to a rest at the foot of the incline of the meadow as the rain started to pour. However, the teenagers were somewhere else.
Sam awoke with a groan. She touched the back of her head and winced. There was a large bump but luckily no blood. There was also undoubtedly a large bruise. Her head was pounding and felt as if a group of punk teenagers had decided to throw a party inside of it. Sam came to her senses fully and real-ized something immediately. David was not with her. Where was he? Sam remembered that they had both fallen down the incline of their meadow. Had he been able to keep his consciousness? That brought up another question. Why was Sam here? It was far from the beautiful meadow of her house. In fact, it was quite the opposite. It looked like a pit of nothingness. Sam looked around. It was a marsh. She quickly jumped up. It was a bad idea. The pain in her head seemed for a minute to literally split it in two. Finally, it became bearable again. She brushed herself off and looked around once more. She had no clue where she was, but it couldn't hurt to look around so long as she didn't get herself into trouble.
Ha, Sam thought sarcastically as she started walking. Like that will ever happen. I seem to be a magnet for trouble. Still, there couldn't be any harm in looking around and finding out where she was. Sam walked for another few minutes, taking in the unusual trees and shrubs around her as she waked through the marshland and wondering where her brother was. Finally, she spotted footprints in the wet earth. She knelt down and prodded them. "They're fresh," she mused aloud. "Whoever walked through here did so recently. That means that they might still be here! I might be able to figure out where I am, find out if I can get home, and find out where my brother is."
With her hopes restored, her adrenalin kicked in. She quickly but quietly followed the footprints. Finally, she came to a clearing. What she saw surprised her greatly. Her eyes widened, and she seemed rooted to her spot, even though everything in her was screaming at her to run or hide. Suddenly, the person saw her. That seemed to get her going, and she immediately turned and ran as hard and fast as she ever had, focusing everything she had on getting away.
However, she did not have the advantage of being an experienced runner among other things. She did have the advantage of youth, but so did the person pursuing her. She didn't know exactly why she was running. In all truth, she knew she shouldn't be running at all; but she didn't seem to be in control of her body anymore. It was almost as if her body didn't want to take the chance that her pursuer might not like her, but her spirit was willing.
The hot pursuit continued for probably another ten minutes, but the marshland proved too much for Sam; and her pursuer caught up to her. Sam was tired of running, and she just gave in to the arms that lifted her up. She was panting really hard. She had never run so fast or hard in her life and especially not over such dangerous terrain. Sam had one last chance to look at her pursuer's face before the blackness overtook her, and she gratefully succumbed to it.
Well, what did you think? Did you guess which planet Sam was on? If you guessed the planet, then you guessed whose arms she found herself in. Okay. The next chapter is on David and where he landed, and I'll try to get it up soon. Okay? In the meantime, why don't you tell me what you thought of it? Constructive criticism will definitely not be shunned and hated, but flames will! They serve no purpose but to perhaps contribute to torture in this story. Well, anyway, hope you liked it. The next chapter's coming soon, so please be patient.