Okay, I changed the name of this fanfic to better suit the Rebel Falls theme.
Transcendence Rebels
Chapter 7
One Month Later
Diana crept through the quiet streets of Gravity Falls, slowly and silently making her way from the abandoned Dusk2Dawn convenience store back to the Mystery Shack. Slung over her shoulder was a grey satchel crammed with supplies to last the rebellion another week. Dispite the erie silence that currently settled over the town, she kept to shadows and alleyways to avoid the notice of townsfolk and the occasional group of marching military soldiers. Of course, it would be easier to teleport, but that kind of thing was near impossible with the town under Gideon's rule.
It had been a month since the Transcendence began and they formed the rebellion, and during that time the military had developed special devices to tell when the paranormal happened, including teleporting. How they got them to work was a complete mystery, as telephones, Internet, and electricity shut down worldwide a week after the Transcendence, while Dipper was unconsious.
Out of nowhere a group of soldiers appeared, and upon seeing her, raised the alarm. Diana swore, and ran. No use for being quiet now. She turned down an alley, hearing footsteps behind her. She emerged in another street, and ran like hell for her life. Nearly there, she thought. An army truck drove down the street towards her, blocking her way. She swore again, and dove into another alley. She ran, still hearing shouts and people behind her, hot on her trail. She reached the end of the alleyway. Dead end.
Without thinking, she jumped over the fence blocking her way and made a mad dash for home base.
Meanwhile
A knock sounded from the basements second secret entrance, established shortly after Dipper awoke, as a means to escape if they were compromised. And after the FBI put up a fence around the Shack, it also was another entrance that led into the woods.
Stan glanced up from his workspace and Dipper slowed down his punching of the boxing bag. He had been building up the muscles in his arm for the past month, and he still wore his bandages. During that time, he had become more silent and lethal, more soldier than kid.
"Mabel, get the door. It should be Diana." Stan ordered. She frowned, and Dipper, thinking the same thing as her, spoke.
"If it is her, then she's an hour ahead of schedule." He told his uncle, not taking his attention off the bag or stop punching to speak. Stan paused. He grabbed his gun, one of the two small pistols he always carried now, and walked over to the door, Mabel and Dipper falling into formation behind him, Mabel with her upgraded grappling hook, Dipper with his bowstaff, his hands glowing with a blue demonic energy. Both were trained and deadly after four weeks of hard work. Stan peered through the eye-hole, and mentioned to the twins that it was an unknown person. He opened the door a crack, and eased his gun into the space. The stranger grinned.
"Diana sent for me."
Dipper swore.
And swore again.
They had no choice but to let her in. Then they interrogated her politely, with some threats, during which Dipper checked with his powers to see if she was lying. Every word she uttered was one hundred percent true. Her name was Lavendyr Deer. She was sixteen, and had been an orphan for ten years. She had known Diana since she was little, before her parents died. Now she was a trained spy with long golden hair, hazel eyes and suitably pale skin. She wore denim jeans, a half-length leather jacket and a grey flannel t-shirt. Strapped across her back was a lethal looking crossbow and a quiver full of arrows. She looked absolutely bad-ass when she surveyed their sett, a hand on her hip.
"Not bad." She remarked after a moment of silence. She turned to the others, and took off her crossbow, dumping it on the nearest table. At some point, Wendy, Soos, McGucket and Ford had joined them. "So, where can I sleep?" Stan shook his head.
"I think you misunderstand. You can't stay here."
"No, I think you misunderstand. Diana called me here and told me to come to the Mystery Shack. So here I am, and here I'll stay." Lavendyr crossed her arms and lent against the wall. Stan opened his mouth to protest, but Mabel rested a hand on his arm.
"Just let her stay, Grunkle Stan. We need more people anyway." She begged. He sighed.
"Fine. She can bunk with Diana. She's on the top, by the way." Lavendyr nodded, and hung her quiver on the corner of the bed. Dipper muttered something, and went back to his boxing bag, punching away his troubles.
Diana came back to a very unhappy looking group of rebels, and when she saw Lavendyr, she knew why.
"Ah, geez." She muttered. At least she managed to unpack the supplies before Ford finally spoke.
"Do you want to explain why we have a random person show up out of nowhere and claim they know you!?" He demanded. Dipper looked up from where he was wrapping new bandages around his arms, the old ones being bloody. Dispite having healing powers, the pain kept him in reality. Mabel and Wendy glanced at her, on the top bed of Mabel's and Dipper's bunk, the twelve-year-old cleaning her grappling hook, Wendy polishing her axe.
"Ahhhhh, where do I begin..." She began, uncertain.
"How about how you even managed to get word out to her in the first place!" Ford told her.
"Hey, in my defence, I was going to come anyway, after I heard what happened." Lavendyr admitted, hands in the air in defeat.
"Before the communications went down." Diana explained briefly. "I figured that she had some traits that we could use."
"I don't really care." Dipper mumbled, eyes glowing with lethality. "We need all the help we can get." Lavendyr glanced at him, but his attention was on his arms as he tied off the bandages.
"I think I'm gonna like you, kid." He grunted his reply as he stood.
"You'll change your mind when you figure out what I am." And with that, he left the room, leaving silence in his wake.
Okay, see you in a week. BYE