Everyone stood in the common room, everyone, that is, except Tackle. "Where is she?" asked Kay, "I want to do this before those clouds block out the sun!"
"Tackle's probably in our room sleeping," mumbled Kittie, yawning, "She always does that after a fight."
"Come on, let's do this," Intel said, turning and heading for her room.
Dreamer unlocked the door and ushered everyone inside: it was a mess. Books and clothes were strewn everywhere, Tackle's laptop sat on the floor as if she had been too lazy to put it away and a pile of anime DVDs sat on her night stand; sure enough Tackle was fast asleep on the bed. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"No," mumbled Kay, standing over her slumbering friend.
"What do you mean 'no'?" asked Slip in horror.
"Well, in this technique I'm supposed to find Tackle's most beloved place and send her there for a while; I can bring her back whenever I want as she's in the same state she is now. In other words, she has to be sleeping which is good because all she ever does is sleep. I need sunlight to do it and that's why I want to do this now while the sun is out. But it might not work and it could have some repercussions…" explained Kay as she leaned over Tackle and began whispering a strange chant.
"What if something goes horribly wrong?" mused Kittie.
"I don't care as long as I get away from Tackle for a while," commented Glitter, who stood glowering in the background still mad after the fight earlier.
Dreamer turned and glared at her, "Well maybe if you learned to control your powers we wouldn't be in this mess!"
"There you go over reacting again!" yelled Glitter.
Tears of rage filled Dreamer's eyes, "That's it! I can't take this anymore! I wish I could be sent to a different world, too! I wish you would send all of us to different worlds!"
"Quiet! I can't concentrate!" screamed Kay, lashing her arm out. It hit the pile of DVDs that sat on the table next to Tackle's bed, who surprisingly hadn't woken up.
A bright flash of light filled the room as Kay's technique began to take effect, everyone screamed except Tackle, who rolled over and continued to sleep soundly.
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"Hmmm…" moaned Tackle, turning over in her sleep, "When did this bed get so hard?"
She slowly sat up and opened her eyes to be blinded by the sun, as her vision became clearer she noticed that she wasn't on her bed.
In fact, she wasn't in her room.
Or in her dorm, either.
She wasn't even inside.
Tackle stood up, staring at her surroundings. She was in a forest of huge trees that seemed never ending. "Uh…guys?" she called, "Kittie? Dreamer? Kay? Slip? Intel? Glitter? SOMEBODY!"
She took a deep breath: this was no time to panic. Glancing down, Tackle noticed that her clothes had been changed. Instead of wearing the tank-top and gauchos she wore before she was dressed in a pair of beige cargo pants with lots of pockets, a white Chinese-style shirt with three-quarter length sleeves and silver trim, and a pair of sandals that were strapped to her feet. She noticed a metal plate that was attached to a cloth and tied around her right arm but what baffled her most was the fact that her hair was pulled back in white clips to keep it out of her eyes instead of down, the way she always had it. "Okay, I was obviously drugged, changed, and brought to this forest…but why?"
She looked for a path of some sort but it appeared that not many people had been through the forest…ever. Clambering up one of the nearby trees for a better view of the area, she still couldn't see anyone. Figuring that she would eventually run into someone and it was a better idea to keep moving than to stand still, Tackle jumped from branch to branch through the forest.
After several hours of searching the forest for people Tackle was hot, tired, thirsty, hungry, and sweaty. She noticed a small stream leading to a little pond and thought out loud, "Well, I might as well take a break."
She hopped down from the branch she had been standing on and rushed over to the stream, taking deep gulps of water to quench her thirst. "Wow, this water's really cold; it's so hot, I wish I could go swimming…" she thought.
Tackle paused and looked around, "Of course no one's there…" she sighed, about to pull off her shirt and pants when she thought "Wait…was I changed out of my underwear, too?" She checked quickly and when she found that she was still wearing something underneath them she climbed out of her clothes and stood in her matching black bra and underwear for a second before she jumped into the ice cold pond.
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She sat in the water for what seemed like hours, wondering where her friends were and what was going on.
-Snap-
The noise was quiet, most people wouldn't have heard it but she suddenly sensed someone watching her from behind. Her body grew tense and she felt the hair on the back of her neck stiffen.
The stranger was coming closer; she could feel his presence drawing nearer to her. A knife was suddenly at her throat, "Give me your scroll and I won't kill you."
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Well here's chapter 3. I went through a lot to get this up so don't complain, the site wouldn't let me upload documents and it was driving me nuts! Thanks for reading!