Well Hi Guys… This is chapter two
Oh by the way Tyrone's thoughts are in italics
CHAPTER TWO: Seven Story Scooter vs. Zanarkand or Spira?
Stuey ignores my question, gets up on his feet and then proceeds to look around. "What are you looking for?" I ask. "We couldn't have gotten here without some kind of portal, or door, or some kind of force that triggered this, maybe it could still find it…" Stuey answered, with a sound of concentration in his voice.
I get up and look around, only to find that we are on an elevated road, probably used for foot traffic only, surrounded by huge faceless buildings. "Dude…this place could be anywhere, just another faceless city among the masses." I tiredly reply. "The only thing that separates this city from the others is that banner." I point to a banner with a man's face on it; he had brown hair and seemed to be in his late 30's. We then hear a loud cheer coming from a nearby waterfront house. "Let find some answers." I say with a smile as we walk over to the small crowd.
"Better hide our weapons." Stuey says, as he fits his hood up to conceal the top of his sword. I do the same, UN tucking my shirt and placing the bottom of it over the holsters on my hips. "Let's do this." I say my voice turning ice cold, knowing that anything could happen. Where are we? This must be some kind of dream…I have to wake up!
"Excuse me?" I say to a young boy, who just walks straight past me and over to a young man, probably fresh out of high school, with blond spiky hair, and a…weird yellow outfit. "Can you sign this?" The young boy asks eagerly, holding out a blue and white ball. They speak English? How come I don't know where we are? I'm getting A's in World History at the moment…I should know where we are from the architecture...
The blonde teen just smiles "No Prob." He says with delight as he pulls out the pen and signs the ball. The young boy puts on a face which is a mix of surprise and joy as receives the ball. Then another young boy; probably his friend, steps up and takes his place. "Please?" the young boy begs, holding out a ball, identical to his friend's.
"What…are those things…and why is that guy famous?" I ask. "How the fuck would I know?" Stuey says, shrugging his shoulders.
I just stop talking, knowing the conversation wasn't going anywhere.
After the teen had finished talking with his fans, he started walking towards us and then stops. "Hey thanks for coming out and supporting the team and all…but out of curiosity…can I ask you one question?" The boy asks with a look of misunderstanding on his face. "Sure." I quickly blurt out, trying to eliminate any signs that we are not retarded, "Only if I can ask you one." The blonde teen nods. "Do you know someone…called Auron?" He asks, with a confused look on his face, he then starts to walk around me, inspecting me. "Because you look…just like him…only younger." Auron? I don't know any Auron's.
"Sorry, but I don't know anyone by that name… I guess it must be some kind of coincidence." I answer. "Oh ok then." He glumly replies. His voice then reverts to a cheerful state. "I'd like to talk to you after the game, anyway, and your friend." He says as he starts to walk off. "I think you hiding something…you can ask your question then." He then suddenly turned around "You did get tickets, didn't you?" I just shake my head, knowing that explaining things would just take too long and probably destroy our only lead to getting out of here. "Well here." He yells back, tossing two objects at us. They looked like some kind of V.I.P passes but I don't recognize the language. "I come right after I finish!" He yells back as he runs off. "I promise!"
Stuey and I stand there…trying to gather in what happened. "What should we do?" Stuey asks me. O.K then, I have been transported to a place I have never seen, been told that I look exactly like someone that I don't even know, and know I am invited to some kind of major sporting event by some international star. I think about this for a while, evening out the pros and cons, knowing that I'm practically playing with fire… with a blindfold on.
I walk off in the direction in which the blonde teen had headed, he was out of sight, I guess we would just have to find our own way…to wherever the hell we were going. I just hope this works out for the best, unlike anything else that has happened today.