Disclaimer: I don't own CL, Circle of Magic, TT or anything I forgot to mention. I do, however, own the idea of this story, so USE YOUR OWN BLOODY IDEAS ALREADY!
Emily: Dude…
Christine: (shakes head) Not cool.
Me: (glaring at the wall) No. It's not. And yet, here I am two of my storylines very close to 'copied'. Just stop and get your own ideas already, people!
Justin: (nods) Yeah.
Me: In any case, this story will only have three more chapters after this, so read while you can! I'm probably not going to make a sequel.
Storyline
Christine's P.O.V.
The girl was interesting. She spoke French and got what I was telling her. The others…Not so much. The boy was prowling around and staring at everything. The one with the sword was leafing through books. The other girl was curled in a ball, shivering. It made me wonder what had happened to her. Then I felt rather than heard someone behind me. I turned slowly only to see Mania, Emily and Tyler standing there, mouths wide open. I roll my eyes. I think my patience for the day has officially expired.
"Well, you obviously don't know where we are, so I'll just make do," the woman with the sword muttered. I nod slowly. Emily hasn't moved. Tyler looks dumbstruck.
"What? They're just people," I snap, "We do, however, have to get them to my room. Several of them have to get different clothes. Now." I lean over and grab the boy's wrist. He jumps and stares at me. I roll my eyes and take hold of the girl crying on the floor. Luckily, the window was open enough to fit eight people. We crept along slowly, me never losing my grip on the other two. And Mania, Emily, Tyler and the other two girls following behind. We were lucky they rebuilt the Library on the bottom floor, or we'd never have made it out. The teacher was too preoccupied watching the other kids and we weren't seen. I dragged them all to the room I shared with Mania and they sat on my bed. I stood in front of them, considering. What should I tell them? Was this just another X.A.N.A attack? And where was Justin?
"Excuse me, but would you mind telling me where we are?" I jumped. I hadn't thought the crazy girl was going to say anything, let alone something in French. I stared at her, my mouth open.
"We're in France." I tell her. She glares at me.
"That's all; fine and well, but why am I here? And where did my friends go? Like, where's Drea? And…and…" she sniffed and started crying again, "Veronica? I have to…tell…the Authorities…about her body…." She burst into tears. Everyone else in the room stared at her, slack-jawed as she buried her face in my pillow and started crying like her heart was broken. I sat next to her, knowing exactly how she felt.
Mania's P.O.V.
This is, without a doubt, the strangest thing that's ever happened to me. I'm looking at some boy who's dressed in something straight out of 'Arabian Nights'. Two of the girls look American. The other has long black hair stretching to her waist. She has piercing green eyes and carries a sword and bells.
"Um…What do we do now?" I ask Christine. She jumps. She was just staring at the girl that was crying.
"Um…I think we need to find out more about these people," she answers. I nod slowly. This might take a while.
Justin's P.O.V.
When I woke up, I wasn't in the Library anymore. I was in a huge room with no windows and no doors. I was surrounded by odd-looking people. No, not in the normal sense of the word. I mean like aliens and comic book superheroes weird. I stood up (I was lying on the floor) and looked around. A boy in red and green was running by and ran into me.
"Oh, sorry. Are you all right?" he asked, obviously not caring.
"Fine…" I answered and after I thought he was out of earshot, I added "Jerk." He turned slowly.
"What'd you call me?" he asked. Then I recognized him. Green tights, yellow and green cape and a mask. I'd just insulted a superhero. Fabulous start, Justin. But he was still rude, and just because he was a superhero didn't mean he could be rude.
"That's right. I called you a jerk. What are you going to do about it? Beat me up? Oh, please. You'd really hurt a poor, defenseless kid?" I heard myself say it and instantly cursed myself. What am I saying? Then I looked up. He was hunched up, his hands curled into fists and his face looking so red it'd put a tomato to shame.
"Robin, what is going on?" I heard a voice ask. Oh, joy. His girlfriend. This was about to get personal. I clenched my fists, waiting for him to explode (A/n: that is not what I meant to say! But you know what I mean, right? Good.) Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see…..Christine!
"Uh…Hi…How did you get here?" I ask her. God, I must look like an idiot. She gives me a polite smile.
"I have no idea. One second, I am singing my Aria and the next, I am here with no Raoul. Have you seen him?" she asks me. I take a closer look at her. She's older than (and I have to call her this) My Christine.
"Hmmm…I think I'm just gonna take a wild guess and assume you're Christine. Am I right?" I ask. Her eyes are open wide. She nods slowly. I grin.
"I know a girl just like you. Literally." I tell her. She smiles.
"May I stay with you until I find my Raoul?" she asks pleasantly. I smile and nod.
"This might get a little rough, so don't get scared, okay?" I ask. She frowns a little.
"What does 'okay' mean?" she asked delicately. I sigh. She must be from a long time ago.
"It means 'all right'." I tell her. She gets a 'oh, I knew that' look on her face. Then, suddenly, I'm floating mid-air. I look down at my stomach. It's covered in something black that I can't actually touch. It's like someone covered my stomach in dye. Black dye. Scratch that, pitch black dye. Then, I heard a huge whooshing noise. Like wind. I started to fall, but was picked up by a huge rush of wind that dropped me to the ground softly. I looked up and saw a girl with extremely frizzy orange hair. She looked worried and sparks kept shooting out of her hair. She was standing next to two other girls who seemed to be holding her up. They each were holding their hands up in the air. I turned to see a girl with bluish hair blushing bright red and holding a midnight blue cape-looking thing around herself. I turned back to the three girls. The one with light brown hair had a huge smile on her face. The darker skinned one was trying to hold back a laugh. I turned around yet again to see a blue and black techno guy encased in the metal of what looked like the gutted car sitting next to them. The boy I'd been fighting with before was staring at the half-naked girl. She glared at him.
"Stop staring, Robin! Oh, please, I'm fine! I can just go to Nevermore and get a robe from…Someone…" she muttered, "I brought my Mirror." The green boy standing next to her jumped and hid behind the techno guy.
"IT'S POSSESSED! GET IT AWAY!" he yelled. Nearly everyone in the room stopped and stared at him. He grinned sheepishly. The girl with the bluish hair rolled her eyes and-to my surprise- disappeared into her mirror like one of those cheap, irritating kids shows. The rest of their 'group' didn't even flinch. That boy I was fighting with walked back over to us. To my surprise, (gosh, this is probably the most surprising day I've ever had!) he didn't talk to me, but to the girl with light brown hair standing behind me.
"Could you please let Cy go?" he asked politely. The darker skinned girl grinned at him intimidatingly.
"Kaq," she said calmly. The other girls stared at her.
"Daja!" the girl with brown hair hissed. Daja smiled.
"What? He is." She answered calmly. After that, they stared at each other, displaying an interesting array of facial expressions. I just stared at them, wondering what in the heck was going on. Finally, Daja sighed.
"I apologize for insulting you," she muttered. The other two smiled serenely. I stared at them again. Suddenly, a red light went on. It scanned across the room slowly, looking like it was searching for something. A few of the 'people' fell over or changed into different clothes suddenly. Including me. I found myself in, you guessed it, my Lyoko outfit. The green clothes, the headband, the samurai sword. Everything. Now it was really gonna get interesting.
Emily's P.O.V.
I'm bored.
Why?
'Cus there's nothing to do.
Well, no, duh, Emily. That's kinda obvious.
Haha, I'm a ditz, aren't I?
Not really.
Thank you, you're always the best.
Well, I kinda am you, so it's hard not to be.
Huh?
Oh, never mind.
No, seriously, what?
You already know!
Oh, yeah, huh?
…
…
I feel like tacos.
That was random.
I know.
Then why'd you say it?
Because I felt like it.
Dang, I can be a B when I feel like it, can't I?
No dur.
Hmmm…… Why is 'Fallen Through' stuck in my head?
How am I supposed to know?
Well, you're me, aren't you?
Good point.
……
I wonder what it'd be like to kiss Tyler…
Woah, hold it, that was just plain scary.
No, it wasn't. I mean, he's so cute
Once again, you're scaring me.
Wow, I really must scare people if I scare myself…
Well, it's not all the time, just right now.
Thank you for that.
Any time.
That wasn't a compliment, you know.
I'm really not that bright, am I?
Hey!
What?
You know!
Not really.
I feel the need to sigh……
…………
Waiddaminute, did Christine just ask me a question?
Uh…Yeah.
What'd she say?
How should I know? I was talking to you!
Wait a minute…what?
Never mind…I'm hopeless…
Tyler's P.O.V.
Hmmm…Emily's hair is so beautiful…the way it glimmers in the dark…
Where did that come from?
I dunno…
Is this my idiot side again? Or the romantic one? I keep getting you two mixed up.
Oh, shaddup!
Oh, you're the immature one…
I am not! I'm your random side. Remember?
Oh, yeah, huh? Now I remember.
Good. I'm far more interesting than you are.
Not true!
Oh, really? You wanna bet? Why doesn't she want to kiss you? Or go out with you?
Because..because…Oh, that was low!
Well, that's the question you should be asking yourself.
She'll never like me.
How do you know?
I just do, okay?
Well, it's not true. She just thought you were going too fast.
Really?
You were the one about to kiss her.
You know, technically, that never happened.
Well, you can move on, you know.
What?
You can. It's not like she's your first true love or something.
But…
Seriously, dude.
Well, you're right.
So you're gonna find someone else to go out with? Good.
Yeah. She'll understand. We're just friends, after all.
I just hope she doesn't hate me after all this…