Commandment Six:Thou shalt not kill me, no matter how late this is!
Commandment Eight: Thou shalt not steal.And thereforeI still don't own BSSM.…
-Dark Side of the Moon-
-Chapter 3-
-It can't be good.-
"Ugh! What the hell is up with this? How can we all be-" Bunny was cut off by a loud sniffle from Maria as well as her own painful sneeze. With a groan she finished her sentence, "Why are we all so sick? Ariella, you're the medic-to-be, what do you think?" she said into the microphone. Last year she'd saved up all her money and bout a very interesting computer-phone which let her talk to all four of her closest friends, even the dreaded Rochelle, without any major hassle. It was a wonder of technology, consisting of a headset with a mic attached.
Ariella tried to explain, but halfway through her theory of how the viral infection had mysteriously limited itself to only the five girls she broke down a fit of horrid sounding wet coughs, which threw her headset right off her head.
Once she had settled back into her bed, headset firmly attached once more, she tried again. "I was-" another sneeze, "checking out some medical databases, but I couldn't find anything to explain it. The only case I found of something like this happening before was in some ancient record about some girls who went-" the violet-haired girl paused to blow her nose.
"Sorry. Anyway, these girls from the 1200's or something, ya know, back when 'evil sorcerors' and 'black magic' were running rampant? Well there were five of them too, and they just sort of disappeared. I don't even know what happened to them, but the symptoms match up perfectly. But, since it never came up again no-one bothered to try and cure it. Other than that, our only possibility is an advanced stage of motion sickness, and that would be insane since none of us are moving." Ariella tried to laugh, but it quickly degenerated into more of the horrible coughs and then something sounding suspiciously like dry heaves and the clatter of plastic headsets on a tile floor.
Rochelle, who was apparently not as badly infected as the other girls and actually still capable of laughing, even if it was raspy and mildly painful, did so. Not so much at Ariella's vomit issues, but at the fact that she'd heard about that story from her grandfather. Aparently the girls had fallen into another world. 'Well,' she thought, 'It would certainly explain the motion sickness.' She groaned when she felt her throat complaining about the laughing fit and rolled onto her side. "I'm going back to bed, guys. I'll call you when I wake up, okay?"
Morgan was heard slurping down some soup (probably from the microwave since the girl couldn't boil water without burning it). Once the slurping session was over she forced out. "Good plan, Rosh. I think I"ll join you. Bye girls." She said, pulling of her headset and putting it next to the empty soup bowl.
"I'm out too." Maria said, leaving Bunny all alone to contemplate the strange sickness that had seized her.
'This is so weird. Why would we be the only ones to get sick? I mean it's not like we're particularly weak-immuned, are we? Ugh. Well, whatever the hell is going on, it can not be good.' She thought, then rolled onto her back and pulled the covers over her head to join her companions in sleep.
"Hey guys, sorry about that. ...Hello?" Ariella's voice came from the four other headsets, but no one was still conscious to here it.
Commandment Eleven: Thou shalt reveiw!