A/N: Hi, hi! I've decided to turn this into a multi-chapter, hope I don't do a bad job of it. Thank you to the reviewers, favorites, and follows. As always thank you for reading and review if you'd like.
Invader Johnny: I believe this chapter will answer your question.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious.
Chapter 2
She turned slowly on her heel, taking in the bright light that seems to be coming from all directions. She took a careful step forward, frowning when she noticed the size of her foot. Checking herself over, she was horrified to discover that her hands, legs, torso, head, everything, was dilated smaller than before. In fact, it looked as if her body had receded to eleven or twelve.
"Hello," and despite its gentle tone, the woman - or rather the girl, spun around lifting her tiny fists. The man chuckled at her antics much to her irritation, "Where am I? What am I doing here? How did I get-"
"My dear, please calm down. I will explain soon enough," the elderly man sighed tiredly and beckoned to her with a wrinkled hand, "Come." She followed reluctantly, realizing that there was not a choice to begin with. While slightly waddling due to her size, she darted her eyes around, hoping to find anything of familiarity.
Up ahead, the girl noted two caramel-brown colored chairs that looked at least as ancient as her Aunt Sonya's coin collection that were never shined. The old man gestured toward the chairs welcomely, gingerly taking one for himself. She looked up at him expectantly, "Well?"
The man sighed once more, "What happened to your friend was tragic, and what you did in return, even more so." He brought his aged hands to massage his temples, "My dear, why did you try to attempt suicide?"
Her expression fell again when reminded that her love was dead, "Attempt? As in I failed to kill myself?" She sounded almost disappointed.
He paused to contemplate how to explain to rules of death and such to such a young person, "Technically, yes. But, the Reaper and his diabolical mind has requested that you have chance to save your friend."
Her eyebrows furrowed in curiosity and a bit of fear, "What's the catch?"
"I… can not say, actually. The Reaper has only given you a 'yes' or 'no' choice and I'm not allowed to explain anything else, such as the conditions."
It didn't take long for the girl to make a decision. If the Reaper was as real as the old man made it seem, then it was clear that he was going to give her a chance in exchange for something bad to happen to herself. She smiled darkly inside. At this point, where she was slightly insane, she'd do anything for Jade to experience a full, healthy life again. "I'm in."
The man was surprised. "Don't act so surprised now, oldie," she said sarcastically.
"My dear… I am not acting. Are you positive you want this?"
"Yes. Just be quick, please."
"As you wish. Now, stand up. Once I send you back in this body you have right now, you will have exactly five minutes to do what is needed. Then, the Reaper will come." The man's hands undulated to the mutterings of an incantation.
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Her body felt as if it was being squeezed through a bottleneck, her lungs almost collapsing on themselves. She crumpled to the floor and inhaled a couple loud breaths. Carefully poking her head out from behind the filthy trash can, she noted the place: a dark, graffitied alley. The girl laughed dryly, "How freak-ing unoriginal."
A muffled groan crescendoed and she quickly pulled her head back, pressing her back against the dumpster. "Shut up, stupid girl." She heard a gruff man's voice ring.
A grunt. The little girl heard a body being shoved roughly to the bricked wall. She bravely turned head to see the victim. Quickly covering her mouth, she realized the attacked was her Jade. She had almost let out a cry for her. Distracting the masked person was easy, getting him away from Jade, not so much.
The completely black-clothed person started to remove his bottoms, while keeping a hold on Jade. Holy chiz balls. Holy chiz. Chiz. She kept reading those words in her head, panic increasing with each passing second. As a last minute thought, the girl moved to pick up a loose rock only trip on her own feet. She sprawled on the dirt floor, emitting a pitiful "ow".
The man whipped his head around so fast, she was disappointed that his neck didn't snap off. "Come'ere, girlie," he taunted, "Come to daddy."
She looked repulsed. It was now or never. She fingered the jagged stone she picked up while on the ground and slowly dragged herself up. "That's right, maybe daddy could have some fun with you too."
The girl's eyes flashed dangerously and suddenly lunged for the man. She made quick work and put as much force as possible in each stab in a toddler's body. "Ugh, what the fuck?!" The man threw her off and growled menacingly, advancing on the girl. She averted her eyes to the right, smirking slightly at the absence of a azure-eyed girl.
A black figure charged for her. Her smirk grew larger, "Time's up."
Another dark, cloaked shadow appeared next to the girl for a second before disappearing with her. "What the flying, fuck?!"