~Alice Makes a Bet~

A/N: Quick Author's note. Last chapter in the A/N at the end I said Avril, Ally, and Alice they're going to be freshmen. I lied, they are already freshmen. After the summer where the story takes place, they will be sophomores. Ally and Alice are fifteen and Avril is fourteen. Ally is the eldest, since her birthday is on February 14th, Alice is the middle girl, since her birthday is on March 23rd, and Avril's the youngest since her birthday is on August 18th. Sorry about that.

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Okay, I don't remember much about what happened after I went to save Randy. It was all a fuzzy haze. But, I do remember feeling my body was very numb and hearing people yelling and saying someone was hurt, and I could hear Ally having one of her "panic attacks" and Alice asking a million questions.

The last thing I remember was hearing a bit of a conversation between Carrie and Natalia.

"She's not just mixed," I heard Carrie say, "she has Creator in her."

"But that's impossible," said Natalia. "The last Creator was…Xavier Walker. After that, no one was a Creator ever since!"

"Natalia, face facts. How else did Avril caused that back on the train?"

"Uh…"

"Exactly. She's mixed, with Creator in her. Not to mention she's a Hood."

"That means, the prophecy—"

And, that's when I fell unconscious.

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I woke up to find myself on a chair on a beach. I was facing the sea, the waves calmly crashing on the shore. I slowly got out of my seat, and stood up. I looked around, seeing the beach was empty. But, when I turned around, I caught my breath. I was facing a clearing that had a camp. I saw cabins—more than twenty of them—and further away from the cabins was a really tall hill with a big oak tree on it. I looked again and saw a three story cottage-like house nestled near the trees. It had a wrap-around porch and I could vaguely make out three or four figures near the front door of the house, three figures sitting at a table while on figure leaned against the porch railing.

I slowly walked away from the beach, and walked through the camp. There were campers all around. Some were hanging near their cabins, talking with friends, reading books, or going on their iPhones, iPads, iPod touches, and any other electronic devices. There were some campers jogging in groups, and some disappeared into the forest, probably going to an activity there.

Some campers looked at me, others pointed at me and whispered to their friends, and everyone else didn't acknowledge me and continued on with their day. I didn't really care, I just wanted some answers.

I found myself walking towards the three story cottage-like house. I got a better view of it. It was white and black and had this Victorian architecture.

As I got closer, I could see the people around the table.

One of them was Natalia. She still looked the same: long, dark brown hair with the ends of her hair and bangs dyed midnight-blue, lightly tanned skin, slim and athletic body, and navy/midnight-blue eyes with black specks. This time, she wore a midnight-blue peasant blouse, black dress pants, midnight-blue ballet flats, and her signature necklace. She looked up at me, and flashed a small smile.

The smile didn't go unnoticed to the man. The man looked at me, and gave me a frown. He had black hair with one navy-blue streak, tan skin, and bright, navy-blue eyes. He wore a navy-blue shirt underneath his black leather jacket, faded blue jeans, and black loafers. I can't help but think that that's Natalia's dad.

"Great," said the man, "another trouble-making brat."

"Oh Mr. O," said a woman. "The girl just woke up."

The woman turned around and gave me a kind smile. Her eyes were one of those kinds of eyes that changed color, kaleidoscope eyes I believe. Right now, her eyes were a shimmering silvery grey. Her curly hair was pitch-black with deep pink streaks and was tied in a high ponytail. Her skin was peachy and she had freckles dotting all over her cheeks, but the freckles looked as if they were fading. She wore a deep pink, long-sleeved turtleneck shirt, black skinny jeans, and deep purple three-inch heels. Overall, she looked absolutely stunning.

"Pish posh, sister dear," said Mr. O. "So what if she just woke up, Ms. D? She caused one hell of a commotion on the Walker Express. Why, it was bigger than that Dementor incident of '09. Not to mention what happened with those renegade Shadow People."

Natalia held back giggles while I heard a boy laugh. I looked over at the figure that was leaning against the porch railing and found it was the boy with dirty blond hair, the purest of blue eyes, and lightly tanned skin. I held my breath when I saw his black t-shirt hugged at him, showing his muscles, and his baggy blue jeans that he alone could pull off. I could feel my cheeks heating up.

Natalia got out of her seat and walked over to me.

"You seem well."

"I still got a headache and my legs almost gave up on me while I was walking."

Natalia laughed. "At least you're conscious. Anyway, there are some people I would like to introduce you to. First, this is Mr. O, aka Overseer. He's the camp director and…"

Natalia trailed off and looked away. Her cheeks turned bright pink. I raised an eyebrow.

"And what?" I asked.

"Her father," said Mr. O, who pinched the bridge of his nose. "Honestly, tesoro, why can't you call me that?"

"Because it's embarrassing, Father!"

The boy walked over to us, and placed his hands on Natalia's shoulders.

"Talia," said the boy with a British accent. "What's so embarrassing about your dad being an all powerful, immortal, not to mention very loving, god-like being?"

"I can't date because of him, Victor!"

"Oh right," the boy, deemed Victor, said with a laugh.

"Vic-tor!" cried Natalia, elbowing him in the stomach.

"Oof!" he said as he held his stomach. "Oi, you sure got some strength in you."

Natalia started laughing until she accidently snorted. That made me laugh out loud, and Victor join along. Before we knew it, we all started laughing, with the adults watching us. Overseer narrowed his eyes while Ms. D shook her head and smiled. Before long, I stopped laughing and cleared my throat loudly. Natalia and Victor stopped laughing.

"So," I said, "I assume you're going to introduce me to Ms. D?"

Natalia nodded. "The activities director is Ms. D, aka Deamata. She's also Carrie's mom."

I looked at her. "Uh…you're Carrie's mom?"

"I am," said Deamata with a smile. "Why?"

"Oh…it's just that the way Carrie dresses and the way she looks all tough and I thought…yeah…"

Deamata laughed.

"My daughter Carrie is going through a…phase as mortals call it. She just loves to act like a tomboy. Right now, she's sword-fighting with some of her other friends."

"When she is supposed to be watching over the cargo and the new recruits," snorted Overseer.

"Cargo?"

Overseer rolled his eyes. "Cargo, young lady, is what we call people from another dimension that doesn't belong. They are cargo because they need to be transported back to their home dimension, like how actual cargo is transported."

Overseer waved his hand, and a bottle wine-glass appeared out of thin air. It filled itself to the brim with whiskey. My jaw dropped. Deamata didn't seem fazed by this.

"Brother," Deamata warned without looking up.

"What?" asked Overseer, innocently. "Can't I have just one sip of whiskey?"

Deamata sent him a glare, to which Overseer grumbled.

"Volevo solo un sorso di whisky," grumbled Overseer in Italian. "E davvero un crimine?"

"I see where you learned Italian," I whispered to Natalia.

"Not only him," whispered Natalia, "I also learned Italian from my mom. She's Italian, too."

"That and her many half-siblings who love to curse in Italian," laughed Victor.

"Why you little—"

"Well now," said Deamata with a clap of her hands, interrupting our conversation. "Why don't Natalia and Victor give you tour around camp and then you can find your friends. My brother and I have some…things to discuss. It was nice meeting you, Avril-Drew."

With that, Deamata and Overseer went inside the house, and the door slammed shut. Victor looked at me, and gave me a smile.

"So," he said, "what do you want to see first?"

I smiled.

"Everything."

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There is only one word that could describe Camp Walker.

It is…fucking awesome! (I know those are two words, cut me some slack.)

Natalia and Victor showed me the cabins, the dining pavilion (which looked familiar to me), the amphitheater (again, very familiar), the washroom where campers use the toilets and showers, an arts-and-crafts room, the stables, and the training area where everyone does their training.

"What kind of training?" I asked.

"Oh, basic stuff," said Victor, nonchalantly. "Sword training, fighting skills, archery, stealth skills, and all those other stuff you need for Mission Impossible. It's a game between campers we play once a week."

"Mission Impossible?" I asked. "That sounds like a game my P.E. teacher would make us play to make dodge-ball more fun."

"Trust me," said Natalia. "Mission Impossible is way more fun than dodge-ball, especially when we play it with our sister camp, Camp Hood and some friend/ally camps."

We passed a large fire pit that was surrounded by rocks and logs, the rocks and logs arranged as chairs.

"What's that for?" I asked, pointing to the fire pit.

"For the campfire and bonfires," said Victor with a smile. "Bonfires are when we tell horrifying, yet true stories and campfires are when we do our sing-alongs."

"Then what's the amphitheater for?"

"Announcements, beginning and end of summer ceremonies, and new camper introduction and initiations are done," explained Natalia. "Now, let's show you the infirmary."

"Why?"

"To check on Randy. If it wasn't for you, he would be dead."

Natalia led us through the woods, stopping at a field behind the training arena. She pointed at a big tent in the middle of the field.

"That's the infirmary," she said.

The infirmary looked was a big, beige, house-like tent with curtains for doors. On the curtain-doors was a big, red plus-sign, signaling it was the infirmary. We walked over there, and Victor opened the curtain doors.

There were cots were against the wall. The cots had metal bed frames and had a good size mattress on the frames. It didn't look luxurious, but I bet it was comfortable enough for the patients to sleep on. Near each cot was a small table, with a glass of an apple juice-like liquid and a small plate of what looks like small squares of Rice Krispy Treats.

There weren't many people on the cots or in the infirmary, but a certain purple-haired kid caught my eye.

Randy was sitting on a cot, a bandage wrapped around his head and his left arm in a sling. He was talking with Howard, Ally, and Alice. He looked okay, thank God for that. Well, okay for a kid who was ambushed by a gang of people that were going to beat him to death.

I felt a little weird about walking in there, since I kind of lashed out on the train. So, I hid behind Victor and Natalia. They smirked at me.

"What's wrong, Burgundy?" asked Natalia. "Afraid that your crush will think you're evil after you lashed out?"

"Randy's not my crush," I hissed. "I merely respect him and his character."

"You don't say," said Victor. "Well, why don't you hang back, love, and we'll talk to them ourselves?"

"Okay," I said.

Victor nodded and he and Natalia walked over and started talking to Randy, Howard, Ally, and Alice. Their conversation must've been good since they were laughing like old friends. I scowled, feeling the burning sensation in my chest again. I narrowed my eyes, and gave a huff. I crossed my arms over my chest and watched them talk like old buddies.

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Third Person POV

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"You are a chowder-head, Cunningham," said Howard with a growl. "You are a honking chowder-head and don't you EVER worry me like that again!"

"Calm down, Weinerman," Natalia said with a huff. "Be glad Burgundy was there to kick those Shadow Rouges' butts."

"She really did beat all those Shadows?" asked Ally, nervously chomping on her hair.

"Ally," said Alice, taking out the hair from Ally's mouth, "chill out, girl. This is Avril we're talking about. She can handle anything!"

"Really?" asked Victor, raising an eyebrow. "How are you so sure, Miss Alice?"

Alice and Ally blushed in embarrassment. They both were taken by how handsome and sweet Victor was. Not only were his blond hair and blue eyes a turn on for them, but his British accent made the girl want to swoon over him. The moment he came with Natalia to check on Randy, both girls knew they were going to fight over the guy. Of course, it didn't help any that Howard already saw the girls were blushing like maniacs. Though, Alice was crushing on Randy. And now that he was real, and that Avril kept saying she wasn't in love with him (she was crushing on Nico, of course), all Alice had to do was to befriend Randy, playfully flirt with him, one day tell him about her feelings, and them bam! Alice and Randy will become a couple. And after that was done with, Alice just had to hook Ally up with someone and find out how to get to Nico, for Avril's sake, of course.

"Hell yeah I'm sure! Avril's the toughest, smartest, coolest, most loyal, and badass friend we ever had! She's so awesome; she could beat Randy any day!"

"Hey," said Randy. "I'm right here, ya know!"

"I know," said Alice with a Cheshire cat grin. "But, seriously, Avril could beat you, hands-down."

"Oh really?" asked Randy. "I got an eight hundred year old book full of ninja knowledge and wisdom, an enchanted ninja suit made from the feathers of the Tengu, AND the sickest of moves that I bet your dear friend Avril doesn't even know about!"

"Is that the best you can do?" asked Alice with a laugh. "Avril has a pen that can turn into a bo-staff that could pack a punch so powerful; it could knock you into the next dimension. She has the most immense powers, so immense that even she doesn't know about!"

"Alice—" warned Natalia, but Alice beat her to it.

"In fact," Alice continued, "let's put a little wager to it, shall we Mr. Cunningham?"

"What's the wager?"

"I challenge you to a fight with Avril. At the end of the week, here, at Camp…"

"Walker," said Ally.

"Yeah, thanks Ally. Anyway, you and Avril will fight in the arena, for all the whole camp to watch! Winner is the true hero and the loser is just some poser."

"Hold on," said Howard. "Shouldn't there be a prize? I mean, I would do a stupid contest without some motivation."

"What do you suggest, Weinerman?" asked Natalia with an unimpressed glare.

Howard smirked as he snatched the Nomicon from Randy's pocket, causing a very angry Randy to smack him behind the head.

"Howard! What the juice!"

"The Nomicon? Excellent prize choice, Howard!"

Alice snatched the Nomicon up and held it close to her chest. She gave an impish smirk as she walked away, leaving the group of teens wide-eyed and slack-jawed.

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Back to Avril's POV

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My jaw dropped as I watched Alice walk away with the Nomicon in her possession. I stuttered as she came up to me with that impish smirk plastered on her face.

"Hey Aves," chirped Alice.

I pointed a finger at Alice and gave my best wolf stare.

"Did you just…bet that I can beat a ninja like Randy?"

"Yes."

"And that I'm more powerful than he is?"

"Yep."

"Why do I get the feeling this is part of your complex plan to get together with Randy while figuring out how did I summon ice and mist?"

"Oh, it is. Now, off to my cabin to meet my cabinmates! Ta-ta!"

With a whip of her hair and a bounce in her step, Alice skipped off towards the cabins with the Nomicon in her hands. I watched, my eyes wide and my jaw slightly open.

Natalia and Ally came by my side, watching Alice skip off.

"Is she serious about this?" asked Natalia.

"Yes."

"And did she just steal the Nomicon?" asked Ally.

"She did."

"And now you're going to be part of her wager?" they asked, together.

"What other choice do I have?" I asked with a shrug of my shoulders.

Ally sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She shook her head and muttered curses under her breath.

"Let's just get to our cabins and find out what day it is. I mean, who knows how long we've been missing?"

"A day," said Natalia. "You arrived in Randy's dimension yesterday, which was Sunday. Carrie and I met you Sunday night, and now its Monday."

"What?!"

Natalia waved it off as she walked ahead of us.

"You'll get the concept of time during dimensional travel soon. Now come on! Victor has to finish healing up Randy. Let me show you to your cabins…and hopefully Alice."

We sighed as we ran up to Natalia. There was only one thing I was sure of right now.

Never let Alice make bets with people who possess magical items.

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Heeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyy… (Insert awkward silence)

Yeah, sorry it took so long to update. I was having a case of writer's block...again. And I lost my muse…for the first time. Anyway, I hope this chapter makes up for it! Avril, Ally, and Alice have arrived in a place called Camp Walker and met some more of my OCs! Don't worry; they'll be back in Norrisville and meet the RC9GN characters soon…but when?

So, usual routine. Sorry for any errors (grammatical, spelling, etc) you see. I'm kinda sure there are some errors here, but I'm not so sure. If there aren't any errors…yeah, I'm still gonna apologize.

Just a little heads-up! Next chapter, I'm going to stop doing first person POV. It just feels awkward for me to write in first person. I'm more of a third person POV kind of author.

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Sayonara and SMOKEBOMB!

(Dammit! *cough, cough* That was a stink-bomb! *cough, cough* Definitely a stink-bomb!)