Chapter 5: Kidnapped! ("My name is Life. Welcome to Life City.")

Sam POV

"Sam! Razor mode!" Simon yelled to me.

"On it!" I yelled back, sticking my razors out, and striking the center of Platinum's nun-chucks. It caught him off guard, but Steve swung Platinum at Eric, knocking him out of the air. He turned back into a human, and was out cold. I returned to Simon, who just barely ducked another swing of Platinum's nun-chucks, and he threw me again.

"Q-Slice!" Simon instructed. I flew in a circle around our opponent, and then made it seem like I was returning to my miester, but instead flew backwards and hit what appeared to me the middle of Platinum's head. He turned human, which in the rules of our game, was a loss. I returned to Simon, and gave him a high-five.

"That was an impressive move!" Platinum exclaimed. "But I'm so gonna kill you for that. Look at what you've done to me!" he moved his hand away from his head to reveal a big bruise right on the middle of his forehead. I turned my head away desperately, but after a while, I couldn't help but to laugh so hard that I was on the ground.

"Y-you lo-ok hi-ilarious!" I laughed, holding my stomach, and kicking my legs in the air. This went on for a few minutes, until we finally got a hold of ourselves. "Alright," I giggled, slinging my brother over my shoulder. "We should go in. It's almost lunch time!" we got back to the house, and I dumped my brother on the couch. "Eric," I said, shaking him. He wasn't waking up quite yet, so I shrugged and walked into the kitchen. Sebastian and Ralph were making sandwiches, Piggy was eating ham (which never ceases to scare me), Steve and Platinum were washing up, Roger's head was in the garbage can, Jack was rubbing Roger's back, and Will was bottle feeding Phreckles. When I had gotten home after having dinner with Blair the night before, I saw the egg shaking. We all watched as it hatched into a baby ghost. It had a casper the friendly ghost-like figure, but much skinnier, and it had what looked like a pony tail floating level with it's head. It was a freckly ghost, and it had a deer tail, little antlers, and oddly enough, hatched wearing little black gloves and shoes. Will named it Phreckles, but didn't explain why it was spelt the way it was. We had immediately brought Phreckles to Lord Death, and he said Phreckles was just a regular spirit, with a solid form, which was why we could interact with it. Will's mother had left a little necklace with a glowing orange tear shaped stone on it for Phreckles, which it wore. After a while, we agreed that it was obviously genderless, but looked more like a 'he'.

"Roger!" I exclaimed. "What happened?"

"I don't know…" he groaned. "I haven't eaten anything out of the ordinary today.."

"What have you done today?" I asked.

"Woke up, made coffee, had pancakes, played patty-cake with Phreckles, took a shower, and started puking." I snorted, amused.

"Roger Phillips? Playing patty-cake?"

"Shut up," he grumbled.

"No ones ever gotten sick from Sebastian's cooking before," I said.

"Master Phillips, I haven't made a brew of coffee for two days, due to everyone skipping breakfast to train," Sebastian stated. Roger's eyes got wide, and he threw up again.

"Ewww Roger! Two day old coffee?" I grimaced. Phreckles reached both his hands out to Roger.

"Woower!" he said, and Roger lifted his head up.

"W-what?"

"Woower! Woower!" Phreckles repeated, and that was the first time I had ever seen Roger genuinely smile. Sure we joked around allot, and Roger would smile and laugh, but I had never really seen him give a sincere and warm smile. Especially when he was throwing up might I add.

"I think… he's trying to say your name!" Will said. "So, suppose you could say that you're his first word!"

"Dude… what is that smell?" said a voice behind me. I turned to see Eric stumbling in.

"Heh, sorry Eric," Platinum apologized.

"It's 'kay man," Eric mumbled, and looked over at Roger. "Marshmallow Fluff is puking I see? Interesting."

"Marshmallow Fluff?" Jack asked. We were all thinking the same thing.

"Around 2 this morning, I was in the kitchen and Roger walked in. He grabbed the carton or fluff, sat on the counter, and ate it without a spoon. But I think he was sleep eating."

"Probably, I don't remember doing that," Roger grumbled.

"So that's what it is!" Jack exclaimed, looking into the trashcan. "You know, I thought that was cottage cheese?" I laughed, and stood up. Opening the cabinet, I took the empty fluff carton and threw it in the trash.

"A full carton of fluff and two day old coffee," I said. "Not a good combination." Suddenly, we heard a knock on the door. Piggy opened it, and Donner, the owner of Death City's gym was leaning against the side of the door frame.

"Hey man," I heard him say. "The shower at my place is broke. Can I use one of yours?"

"Sure," Piggy replied. "Steve's is the best, you should use his."

"Thanks dudes," Donner said, walking across the kitchen. "It's so hard to work out when your smelling this bad. If I waited any longer, I think I would've turned into a carton of rotten eggs! Oh, hey there little fella!" he said when he noticed Phreckles. He stopped and gave him a pat on the head before continuing to the bathroom.

"Hey Sam," Platinum said to me. "Can you go buy me some makeup?"

"Why?"

"This bruise isn't going away anytime soon. I need something to put on it," he pointed out.

"Well, it's the least I could do," I sighed. "Sure."

I grumbled to myself under my breath as I left the store. It felt so awkward going in and buying makeup, and the looks I had gotten weren't very good either. It was late afternoon now, and I dragged my feet behind me as I started back to the house. I suddenly stopped when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned.

"Ye-" I began, but was cut off when I was hit with something. The last thing I saw before blackness was tan skin, purple eyes, and a head of white hair with three black stripes across one side.

"Huh?" I mumbled when I awoke. I looked around, shocked. I was outside a city. A city that looked like Death City, but with opposite colors. The DWMA had green vines growing around it, and bubble wands sticking out the sides that blew bubbles all around the city. The symmetry of the town was completely out of whack. Even if this was some sort of unconscious dream I was having, Kid would never allow for such 'asymmetrical garbage'.

"Admiring the view I see. It is quite nice," said a voice behind me. I turned to see the boy from earlier. The one that knocked me out. He looked like Kid, but you know, opposite. His tan skin sort of clashed with his white hair, and his purple eyes glimmered with something that I couldn't identify. His clothing was completely asymmetrical too. One sleeve had polka-dots, the other stripes, and so on. "I just love the asymmetry, don't you?"

"Who…are you?" I asked. "Where am I?"

"My name is Life. Welcome to Life City. You must be confused; you think you're dreaming, I can tell. But this is just another dimension."

"What am I doing here?" I asked. "This makes no sense."

"You want power," Life replied. "Heck, you NEED power. You said it yourself. Even your brother is stronger than you are. So I'm here to help." he stuck out his hand. "What do you say?" I hesitated. What if it was a trap? I mean, it must be. But something told me to do this. So I did.

"Yeah, fine," I said, and shook his hand. I watched in horror, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a white shiny gun. "W-what are you doing?"

"This isn't a gun that kills," he explained. "Observe." he held out his palm, put the gun to the middle, and pulled the trigger. I filched as it shot his hand, but he held it out to reveal what looked like a pile of golden sparkles. He gave me a pat on the head with his golden hand, and told me to look down. I could see my reflection in a puddle. "There," he said. "Every strand of hair has a gold tip. I made is symmetrical for your own good. You'll be interested to see the changes in your weapon form as well."

"Why me? Why are you helping me?"

"Out of the goodness of my asymmetrical heart. I've been waiting to meet you Sam. I've been watching over you for many years, running around like a chicken with my head cut off, trying to reach you. If I waited any longer, I think I would've turned into a carton of rotten eggs," he told me. I squinted my eyes in confusion of what he had just said to me. That last thing… sounded so familiar.

"W-what?"

"You'll see my golden one. I will be seeing you again soon…" that was the last thing I heard before the darkness returned.