A/N: First off, I just want to give a special thanks to my friend, Pleecy. Thanks so much for stuff! Secret tunnel, secret tunnel! (Whoever can guess that reference gets a muffin.)
Secondly, this chapter introduces three more OCs! Woo!
And finally, I just wanted to let you guys know that, to save you from long periods of reading, I graciously separated one long chapter into two. This was originally part of one long chapter, but I spilt it up.
Now, read!
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Vix awoke the next morning, and for a second she thought she was still in the Voot Crusier, but then everything came back to her.
Smiling, she stretched and looked at the clock on the desk. It read 8:36 A.M.
She sighed and quickly changed, putting on a new uniform. It was all black, save for her cape, which she decided not to wear.
"Computer, is the park open yet?" she asked.
"Yes, it opened about thirty minutes ago, but most Irkens won't arrive for another thirty minutes," it rumbled.
"Well, it'll take me about thirty minutes to get there after I eat something," she muttered to herself as she pulled on her black boots. She put on her disguise and headed upstairs.
She pulled some Irken doughnuts out of the fridge and ate them at the table with a cola. She took an extra cola and put it in her PAK.
"See ya later, Computer! And don't let anyone in, or I'll disable you!" she said cheerily before exiting.
The sky was covered in those dark fluffy-looking things like when she had arrived yesterday. A chill wind whipped around her, ruffling her clothes.
She headed in the direction of the park, using her PAK for navigation.
She got to the park and walked in. There was a huge sign above the entrance that said 'PARK' in big letters.
"This must be the place," she muttered as she pulled her extra cola out.
Siping the drink, she looked around. Many Irkens were clumped in groups, and a few stragglers mingled about, looking for someone to talk to.
A group of three huddling together nearby caught her eye. They looked smart, unlike the other big groups that burst out laughing every twenty seconds. She made her way over to them, and they turned to face her as they realized she was headed for them.
"Hi," Vix said. The three of them just gaped. There was one girl and two boys.
"What...did you do...?" whispered the girl. Her eyes were a bright purple, and her skin a light shade of green. Her mouth was hanging open slightly, and her PAK was white with purple spots. She was wearing a purple shirt that tucked into her black gloves midway up her arm, a white skirt, and dark purple tights that tucked into her black boots. Her antennae ended in a square curl, like Vix's extensions, though the girl had a white stud in the base of her left one. She was just a little bit shorter than Vix herself.
Her hand went up to her antennae. Weren't the loops in them supposed to be a symbol of something, like how many she killed? That would explain why they all looked so scared.
"Okay, I can explain. You know about that murderer, Vixen?" They all nodded slowly.
Her name must be more well known than she had thought.
"Well, I got these loops so I could look like her, and I would scare people into giving me monies and food, 'cause I was kind of poor," she said, making up her story as she went along. "And one day I got caught, and, well, here I am." They all seemed to relax a little, believing her story for the most part.
"That's terrible! I'm so sorry that happened to you," the girl said. "Oh, where are my manners? I'm Zar," she said.
"Mool," one of the boys rumbled. He was wearing a black jacket over a white shirt, gray pants that tucked into some knee-length black boots, and a white shirt that tucked into his black gloves. His skin was a bit darker than Vix's, and his PAK was gray with white spots. His antennae was long and boy-style, like Vix's herself, but his curved under slightly. His eyes were a blinding white color, and regarded her suspiciously. He was also a good two inches taller than her, looming over her.
"I'm Ferd," the other boy said. He had a single loop in his right antennae, leaving Vix to believe he had killed someone too. His light orange eyes regarded her with some sort of amusement, which only ticked her off. He was wearing a black shirt that tucked into his bright orange gloves, orange pants that tucked into black boots, and a black cape around his neck. His skin was a slightly darker color than Zar's, and he was tall. Shorter than Mool, but still tall, and his PAK was orange with gray spots.
"What's your name?" Mool asked.
"My name? Well...my name is...is..." How could she have forgotten a name?!
"You okay there, beautiful?" Ferd purred. Zar's antennae seemed to drop just the slightest bit.
Interesting...
"Lay off, Ferd. She's probably just nervous," Mool said, shooting him a dangerous look. Ferd just grinned.
"I'm Farr," Vix said suddenly, randomly coming up with the name. She smiled. Farr had no obvious ties to Vix, and didn't even share any of the same letters. Perfect.
"Nice to meet you, Farr," Zar said politely.
"Ignore Ferd. He's gets a little...desperate at times..." Mool said.
"Right. Anyways, I was wondering, how, did you get that loop, Ferd?"
"I killed an Invader. Used to be one, y'know. That is, until, someone got MY planet. Let's just say I get a little out of control often," he said, licking his lips lustfully. Vix shuddered slightly.
So the loops were some sort of marking system. Didn't the Tallest mention it as standard...? Vix couldn't remember.
A deep boom sounded suddenly, and every Irken's face paled before they all sprinted away.
Vix was left alone in the park. "Okay...so maybe I'm not the only insane one here," she muttered to herself. "And maybe someone else also has a banana in their sleeve!" She giggled at her own strangeness before tossing the empty cola can in the trash and start walking home.
Another boom sounded, and this time a flash of light lit up the sky a little ways away. Vix looked around. The streets were deserted, not a single Irken in sight.
Suddenly, something landed on her shoulder. It burned, and Vix yelped, claiming a hand over the spot. Peeking under it, she saw that whatever had fallen out of the sky had burned right through her clothes. It hurt even worse than a laser gun.
Something burned her neck. And then her leg, and her arm, and her head. The drops of whatever it was just kept falling and falling, until it eventually became a downpour.
And how Vixen screamed. She screamed so loudly, falling to the ground and writhing uncontrollably. It was so painful, so very painful.
But at the same time, Vix loved the pain.
Sometime later, Vix couldn't tell if it was seconds, minutes, or even hours, the pain suddenly stopped. Vix looked up, and saw Mool, to her surprise, carrying some sort of contraption in one hand, and holding another over her.
She weakly pulled herself to her feet, and wrapped her arm around Mool for support as they staggered over to an awning nearby.
She gasped and fell to her knees, shaking uncontrollably. As she looked at her hands, she realized she was smoking. Smoking.
"Are you alight?" Mool asked softly as he set the contraptions beside him.
"I...I think so. What i-is that stuff?" she breathed, and curled up next to the wall.
"Rain. It's a natural occurrence here on Earth, and it stings like crap. Nearly every time those fluffy things called clouds come, it almost always rains. It burns our skin, like meat does. It's a liquid," Mool said, looking out at the rain.
"Meat? I like meat," Vix whispered.
"You say something?"
"No. What is that thing?" she said, her shaking stopped. She was still smoking, though.
"These are called umbrellas. One of the few useful things this planet actually made. It protects you from the rain," he handed one to Vix, and she looked at it curiously.
"How did you find me? Everyone just rushed off all of a sudden," Vix said.
"Zar sent me to see if you were okay. She thought it was rude to just run away like that. You think you can walk?" he asked, helping her up. She nodded. They stood there for a minute, staring out at the rain.
"You want to come to our house? Mine and Zar's, I mean. It's really close by. You could stay there until the rain stops," he said suddenly, rubbing the back of his neck. Vix was glad her disguise had stayed miraculously on.
"Uh...sure, I guess." She really didn't want to, but she thought it was what she was supposed to do. Maybe she could become close to them both, and gain information quicker.
They headed down the street, and Mool showed her how to use the umbrella. A few drops of the rain splattered her, but she was fine.
They got to Mool's house a few minutes later. The roof was a gray color, and the body of the house was a light purple. There were two rectangular windows above the door, which was gray. The grass looked healthy and green, and the whole place looked so cheery.
It made Vix sick.
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