OH GOSH! WHAT A SCARE!
Oh doctors...they really can scare you sometimes...
Man, I wasn't feeling too well some time ago. I had bruises and little red spots on my whole body. My parents took me to the doctors, and they thought I had leukemia! Those docs really need to go back to studying. They made me cry! :'(
Turns out I only had low blood platelet count. Had to go to the Hospital for three days, though :( But now, I'm feeling much better and am now resting at home. Good thing it wasn't cancer :) ANYWAYS...
GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! OH MY GOSH! Kiss-the-smurf, I LOVE your DeviantArt drawings! :D
Ahem, so sorry about that, I just get excited when I see really, REALLY good drawings. Sheesh, I'm in a bit of a writers block for this chapter :( But I sort of have an idea for this, while I was at the hospital, I had thinking time. Anyways, here's Chapter 4. Enjoy! Oh, and don't even ask about the chapter names...XD I don't own the smurfs.
Handy's POV
"Soooooo," Tracker says to break the silence. We have been standing in the same spot for who knows how long, ever since the wall behind us closed.
"Gosh! It sure is creepy over here!" Clumsy states. It actually is. Something red and slimy is along the walls, there are no torches, water from who knows where drips to the floor, and occasionally, something like a voice can be heard.
"Well, let's go!" I say, trying to sound braver than I felt. So we begin to walk through a dark, long hallway. Suddenly, my flashlight's light begins to flicker.
"OH NO NO NO!" I shout and bang on the flashlight. "No don't run out of battery!"
Yes, recently, I have invented something, and called it battery. Papa Smurf tells me that there is something like that in the human world, only theirs is run by electricity, and mine, by fire. Kinda complicated to explain, though.
I open up the flashlight, where the battery is. It's basically a fire that gets turned on whenever the flashlight is turned on, by a small, tiny flamethrower, and the lens at the front of the flashlight makes the light expand. Get what I mean?
I barely have enough time to see the flame flicker, and then die out, leaving us in total darkness. "Oh, smurfs..."
A snicker to the left of me startles me. Scared...? A voice coos. The voice of Greta.
"Not a chance!" I growl. "Besides, aren't you supposed to be waiting for us at the end?"
Oh I am...I'm just talking you you in your head...something in this room gives me the power to do that.
"Yeah, that's nice, whatever."
"Uh, who're ya talkin' to, Handy?" Clumsy's voice asks.
I listen for Greta's voice to continue. Nothing. "No one. Come on, let's keep going!"
"But, how will we know where we're all going?" Dreamy asks.
"All you smurfs, try to grab each others shoulders, feel around for each other, and I'll lead the way." A smurf grabs my face.
"Oh, sorry, whose face am I touching?" Tracker's voice says.
"Mi-rpgh" I half say, because Tracker covers my mouth accidentally.
"Oh, Sorry, Handy."
A smurf yelps. "T-that's my tail!" Brainy's voice.
"Oh, uh, sorry, Brainy!" Clumsy says through the dark.
"Hey, whose grabbing my trumpet?"
"My feather fell off!"
"You're smurfing on my foot!"
"OWW! Watch it!"
"That's my waist! Not my shoulders!"
"Somesmurf dropped my hat!"
"You're grabbing my nose!"
"You poked my eye!"
"You're pulling my ear!"
"Oww, stop STEPPING ON ME!"
"There! Got your shoulders!"
"Me too!"
"Me three! wait, I think that's someones head..."
"I found a hat!"
"That's mine!"
"AAH! My glasses fell off!"
CRACK!
"OH! SORRY! Glass is still on them, though, just cracked..."
"My trumpet fell! Never mind, got it!"
I sigh. I knew this would take a while, but eventually, we get organized. I feel along the smooth wall, hoping that there are no spiders. I touch something sticky and silky. GAH! Spiderweb! I wipe my hand on Trackers hand, which is touching my shoulder.
"HEY!" He shouts. I smile.
Eventually, we reach a door, and torches turn on. I squint in the light. In front of me, there is a huge stone door. Strange symbols are once again on the door.
"Ahem, let me do the reading!" Brainy says smugly.
"Last time you did that, Greta possessed your body," Harmony says.
Brainy's eyes narrow behind his cracked spectacles. But he clears his throat. "Ahem...uh...O-open up door, to our first challenge test, please let us through, and we'll do the rest...wow, even here they use rhyming..."
The door slowly opens up with a rumbling sound. We still hold on to each other's shoulders, and walk into a dimly lit room. The smell in there is horrible!
"Well, well, well..." Greta's voice speaks, but this time, not only in my head. "You are all lucky to have someone who knows how to read the ancient language, because many get stuck behind the door that just opened. Did you smurfs not notice how many skulls and skeletons were piled up over there?"
I feel Trackers hands tense up. A small scream escapes somesmurfs lips. But I frown. I can imagine Greta smiling evilly at us, even though the only way I can imagine her, Is through Brainy's body.
"Well, what challenge do we have here?" I shout at her, anger bubbling in my veins. I hear her soft laughter. If she were solid, I would want to punch her in the face. Man, I'm sounding a lot like Hefty, now...
She continues to laugh. Finally, she says, "Poor, little Smurfs...you have no idea what waits for you. Are you sure, you want to suffer?"
"S-suffer?" Brainy squeaks.
"Yes. You see, most that get past that door you just passed, don't make it further than this."
Finally, I notice it. Many skeletons lie against the rotting walls of the ruins. A bead of sweat runs down my face.
"We have to do this..." I murmur. "WE'RE READY FOR THE CHALLENGE!"
She's silent for a moment. "As you wish...oh, this will be amusing..."And her laughter echoes all around the walls, before finally fading.
Then, the room turns dark. Pitch black again. Her voice comes up again.
"Now, listen up. I assume that there are more of you smurfs somewhere, so what you will see, will be your fellow smurfs. Now whatever you do...don't talk to them,.don't help them, and don't cry out 'STOP!' There is a way, how you can stop from seeing this, but you must figure it out. If one of you does cry out, or help out...ALL of you will be stuck here, and you will all die here." She laughs once more.
Suddenly, I am in the forest. Alone. I don't see any of my group around me, nor the other smurfs. Suddenly...
I spot a smurf at the edge of a cliff, just standing there. I walk over to him. As I get closer, I see that it's Farmer. He faces me, and waves, but suddenly, the cliff collapses. My heart stops. I run towards the cliff, and see Farmer hanging on to a root, for dear life.
"H-help m-me...Handy!" He shouts at me. My hand begins to reach out for him. He reaches for mine. But before they touch, I remember the warning, and my hand withdraws. Farmer gasps in disbelief.
"HELP!" Someone else shouts. I turn towards the source, and see Gargamel capturing some smurfs. His pot pf boiling water is already ready.
"Hahaha! There's no escape from me!" Gargamel shouts. The captured Smurfs look at me with pleading eyes. My eyes widen, and I look away.
Flying Smurf's plane crashes badly into a nearby tree. He falls out and lands on the ground, badly hurt.
"P-please help me..." He says weakly. My eyes begin to water. Oh smurfs, come on, Handy, you know this isn't real...
"Handy! Ah, ah can't hold on much longa!" Farmer shouts. The root is breaking. Tears flood his eyes, and he looks at me, so helplessly.
"Handy! Handy!" Jokey comes up to me, running. "Y-ya've got to help me! Baby is stuck in a house, and I can't open the door! And the house is on fire!"
My eyes widen, and I see where he is pointing. Indeed, a house smurfed on fire. Baby is screaming! The sound breaks my heart. I see Papa Smurf come up to me, coughing.
"H-H-Handy...help...me..." He falls to the floor, breathing weakly.
No, not Papa...no...
"Handy...please..."
I look away, unable to touch him.
"Handy..." He struggles to crawl to me, and then grabs my foot. "P-please..." He coughs violently.
I can't take this much longer...I want it to stop...
"HANDYYY!" Farmer yells, and the root breaks. I hear his yell and then, his yell dies. I squeeze my eyes shut.
"Into the soup pot!" Gargamel sings and laughs. He dumps the captured smurfs into the boiling water.
"HELPPP!" They cry out. I see their teary eyed faces one last time, before Gargamel covers the pot.
NO! NO! NO! NO!
"HANDY!" The smurflings cry out. I see them stuck in quicksand, waist deep already. "Help us!" I just stare at them. I can imagine how they must feel with me just standing there, and not helping.
"Wallowing walruses!" Sassette cries. "Why won't you help us?"
I clench my teeth, and squeeze my fists.
"Handy..." Papa Smurf cries softly. Azrael jumps over me, and grabs Papa Smurf by the tail, and takes him to Gargamel.
PAPA!
"HANDY! HELP ME HELP BABY!" Jokey shouts.
I can hear Baby's frightened screams. He is wailing. I cover my eyes with my hand. Tears spill down my cheeks. I can't do anything.
"HANDY!"
And the house with Baby catches more on fire. Baby wails harder.
Stop...make it stop...no more...I can't take much more of this...I think.
GO ahead and shout it...I don't mind...I would love to see you smurfs perish in this very room," Greta snickers.
"HANDY! HELP ME!" Smurfette shouts from somewhere. I run over to the other edge of the cliff, and see Smurfette hanging on to a rope with one hand, and holding on to Hefty with the other. My eyes widen more than they are now.
My best friend looks up at me, his eyes pleading. "Help us!"
The rope is ripping. Below them, there is a rapid current of water.
"HELP!" Smurfette shouts and big tears roll down her face.
I can't! I shout at them in my head. I'm sorry!
"HANDY!" Jokey bellows. I turn around and see him getting put in the soup pot by Gargamel.
"HANDY!"
"Handy!"
"H-handy!
"H-HANDY!
"HANDYYYYYYYYY!"
My head is flooded with my own name, by smurfs who need my help. I fall to my knees, and clutch my head. I can't do anything, but hear their desperate shouts.
"Handy..." Hefty says. I look down at him.
"W-why are you doing this to your best friend...why won't you help me...and the girl he loves..."
My lips tremble. Tiny sounds escape my mouth.
"Handy!" Smurfette shouts. The rope is about to snap. "Please!"
SNAP!
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANDY!" They shout together. I watch them fall into the river, and they disappear from my view. And then...
Silence...
My shoulders tremble. My breath comes in great gasps. I hug myself.
"Yes! Azrael! We WON! WE FINALLY WON!" Gargamel's hideous voice echoes in my head.
Do you want to see more...? Those weren't all your smurfs...Greta cackles.
No more...please...no more... I moan.
Oh, I love to see you suffer! It's too bad you weren't able to save any of them...soon there won't be any more of you left...
Huh?
Who said this was only an illusion?
I take a shuddering breath. Wait...this can't be real...You lie!This can't be real...Hefty and Smurfette are ill...Hefty can't be conscious...
IT'S JUST AN ILLUSION! JUST AN ILLUSION! JUST...AN...ILLUSION!
And now...
NO MORE! PLEASE, NO MORE! I open my mouth to shout out, and then-
A loud trumpet sound brings me back to my senses. The scene fades, and I'm back in the room, shivering and sweating. The other smurfs are blinking, and looking around, confusedly, and tears in their eyes.. I spot Harmony, playing his trumpet with all his might. The awful sound echoes all around the walls, and we all cover our ears. Finally, Harmony stops, panting, sweating, tears in his eyes, and his face, red.
"Aww...how boring..." Greta whines. She's beginning to sound like like a spoiled little girl who watches torture for pleasure. I frown at her voice. My arms tremble.
She sighs. "But, a deal is a deal."
A hole in the wall opens up for us to advance. Quickly, we run through it, and it closes up behind us.
"But just remember, there are more challenges you will face, and those challenges won't always be in in a room like this. You'll see..."
Once again, she cackles. I roll my eyes. I just want to smurf her up! I turn to Harmony.
"How did you know?" I ask. He shrugs.
"I felt the urge to play my trumpet. Despite all those horrible things I saw...My hands just sort of raised the horn to my lips," He sighs.
"Thank you, though, you saved us all...I was about to shout 'STOP'."
He smiles at me.
Gutsy inhales hard. "Well, that's tha first thing that has ever made me cry!" He admits.
"I knew it wasn't real all along," Brainy claims. He lies. I saw his teary-eyed face.
"We should get going," I say. Who knows how much time that little challenge took...
OoO
Papa Smurfs POV
All I can do is wait...and wait...and wait... My finger taps on my desk, and I can't help it but look outside all the time. I sent my little smurfs the message to come back, because there is another way to make the potion to cure Hefty and Smurfette. Thing is, that other way takes longer...But if they're in the ruins...who knows how long they'll take, or if they'll ever smurf back.I should have seen that warning sooner. If only that fairy didn't move out. But why did she? Oh smurfs...
A tweet catches my attention. The little bluebird is standing on the window, tweeting rapidly, and jumping. I run over to him.
"Did you deliver the message to them?" I ask. The little bird continues to jump. And I notice the note on his leg, still attached. Maybe they sent me another letter...but where would they get another paper and ink?
With my heart thumping, my trembling fingers reach out for the note, and open it.
….it's the same one I sent...
My fist pounds the wall hard, and my eyes squeeze shut. I'm too late to warn them! Oh, I just hope that they make it out alright. They have to...or I don't know what I'll do...
OoO
Smurfettes POV
I sit on a chair next to Hefty's bed. I touch his smooth face. Sweat disgusts me, but not on Hefty. His whole face is sweaty. His body is still cold, and his face is hotter than ever. Dr. Smurf has been injecting medicines into Hefty, hoping that his fever will go down. But nothing. No improvement.
I still don't feel ill, despite the poison coming of his body. But maybe soon, I will.
"Hefty, I-i should have told you what I felt...before this..." I whisper. A hot tear rolls off my cheek, and onto Hefty's face. It seems to evaporate. "But would you have cared enough? Would you have cared, not just because I'm the only young adult Smurfette in the village?"
My eyes squeeze shut, and my mouth quivers. I lean down and place a kiss on his burning cheek. I smile slightly.
"I love you...my Hefty..."
OoO
Dreamy's POV
"Whew...uh...can we rest now?" Clumsy pants.
"No," Handy says firmly.
"Oh, gosh, but we've been walkin' for so long now, I need ta rest!"
"WE have to keep going!"
"But HANDY-"
"NO!"
Handy whirls around and shouts at the klutz, "We have no time to lose! I know I've smurfed that so many times already, but I can't let Hefty die!"
Clumsy cowers. Brainy covers up for him. "Hey! Don't shout at Clumsy! Can't you see that he's tired! As a matter of smurf, I am too!"
"I didn't ask for your opinion! Anyways, we need to smurf out of here, as fast as we can! You didn't want YOUR BEST FRIEND DEAD, AND NEITHER DO I!"
"WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT?I THINK THAT WE'VE BEEN HERE FOR SO LONG THAT HE MIGHT AS WELL BE DEAD ALREADY!"
Handy's eyes widen. Beads of tears line up at the edge of his eyes, and spill down. He whirls around, and furiously continues walking.
"Nice going, BRAINY!" Gutsy snaps and pushes Brainy a little. I give him an angry look. I can't believe that he would say that to Handy. Then, I look away, and follow Handy. I catch up to him.
"Hey, you okay?" I ask. He says nothing, and continues to walk. Why would I say such a thing? Of course he's not okay...
My pace slows down, until Tracker catches up to me. I exchange glances with him. Suddenly, something catches my eye. Something moving along the wall. Nervously, I tap on Trackers shoulder.
"What?" He asks.
"D-did you see something move?" I say looking around. Tracker looks at me, as if I'm paranoid.
"Um, no... are you okay?"
Something slithers again, in the dim light coming from somewhere. I begin to tremble.
"T-Tracker...s-something r-really is here..." Man, I feel like Scaredy!
"I don't see anything, but rock, and moldy stuff!"
"D-don't you smurfs hear it?" I whisper to the others behind me.
"Hear what?" Harmony asks.
"Yeah, uh, I don' hear nothin'!" Clumsy states. Brainy doesn't seem to hear me. He's just staring at the floor with a face of guilt.
These ruins must be playing things on me. After all, it's sort of like a Labyrinth...I've dreamed of being in ruins,...but why am I so scared? I'm not the kind to get scared easily!
Suddenly, my senses seem to tense up. A fast whipping motion shoots past me, and hits Handy hard on the back. He shouts, and falls, the pencil flying from his left ear.
"HANDY!" We shout and run to him. Tracker helps him up.
"Ow, what was that?" Handy asks, rubbing his back. Clumsy gives him back his pencil.
"Sounded like a whip," I say. Nervously, I glance behind me. Nothing is there. And then...
The slithering comes back. But this time, I'm certain that I'm not the only one who smurfed that.
"W-what's that?" Harmony whimpers.
"I don't know..." Handy mutters.
A low rumbling noise gets us quiet. It gets louder, so loud that the Earth begins to quake. And suddenly, thick, flailing vines dash up from the ground, and at us.
"!" Brainy shouts. There's no need for him to tell us that. My feet sprint as fast as they can. More vines tumble in through the walls. One lunges at me. I jump, and it groans angrily. I watch as Handy is grabbed by the foot, by a thin vine. He grunts, and uses the pencil to stab the small vine. It whines and lets him go.
Brainy and Clumsy are behind, mainly because Clumsy keeps tripping because of all the rocks on the floor. And Brainy is tripping a bit, but he' s mostly helping his friend up.
"Come on, hurry, Clumsy!" Brainy mutters, his eyes widened with fear.
"I'm hurryin'! As fast as I ca—WOAH!" Clumsy trips again. Gutsy gives a frustrated sigh, and goes back to help them. He lifts the Klutz onto his shoulder, and pulls Brainy along.
Vines now grow from the ceiling. I have to dodge pieces of falling rock to not get smurfed.
"Dreamy! Look out!" Somesmurf shouts.
"Huh?" I get pushed out of the way, as a vine hits Tracker. He yelps and falls. I help him up.
"Oh, are you okay?" I ask.
"Ow...ah...y-yeah," He winces.
My eyes go to the ceiling. "Tracker! Look out!" I pull Tracker to the side with all my might, as a huge rock comes tumbling down where he stood before.
"Oh, thanks!" He pants. I nod and begin to run again.
The hallway seems to go on forever. With no turns, or nothing. A vine grabs my wrist, but I cut it off. I stumble on a rock.
"I see a door!" Handy shouts from ahead. "A-AND IT'S CLOSING!"
My eyes widen and I pick up the pace. Tracker does the same. There! I see the door! Like about 300 smurfs away! And it IS closing!
I watch as Handy goes through the closing door. But a sharp pain sears through my arm, and I see four red lines. The vines have thorns!
I dodge another rock, which barely misses me. Harmony now slips through the door. Just 250 smurfs away now...just 250...
Another vine hits my face, leaving cuts on it for sure! A thick vine aims for my face. I duck. One aims for my feet. I jump, but when I land, another thick vine lunges at my foot. I don't have time to jump, so it grabs me. Its thorns pierce my ankle.
"YOW!" I shout. Other vines begin to wrap around me. Desperately, I wiggle, to try to get free, but no use! A vine closes around my neck. Slowly, I feel lacked of oxygen. Black spots for everywhere...I'm done for!
Out of nowhere, Gutsy jumps in, and pulls the vines apart. They must not have been so thick after all. My mind clears back up The vines literally hiss, and lunge towards Gutsy. He must have left Brainy and Clumsy running again.
He jumps, and punches aside a vine. It leaves red marks on his knuckles. He then pulls me with all his might, and frees me from the plant grasp. I open my mouth to thank him.
"No time fer that! Laddie!" He growls and pulls me along. He runs so fast, that we pass Tracker, Brainy, and Clumsy.
"Almost there!" He shouts. The door is now halfway closed! Just 100 smurfs left to get there!
The whole ceiling collapses, and vines angrily wiggle in. Well, they more like tumble in. Thick ones, so thick, that some are actually half the width of the hall.
"UNH! H-HELP!" Clumsy shouts. Gutsy and I look back, and see Clumsy trying to pull a vine off of Brainy. One of those fat ones that landed on top of him. Brainy is unconscious, and his glasses are a few inches away.
Gutsy growls, and hurls me forward. I stumble a bit. "Keep goin'!" He turns back, to go help out Brainy and Clumsy. I want to go back and help, but Gutsy would smurf me in the face for going back. He's as tough as Hefty. I reach the door, and duck a little so I can fit. I get on my knees, and see Tracker helping Gutsy and Clumsy remove the vine.
"Hurry up!" Handy shouts. Success! They remove the vine, and Gutsy hoists Brainy over his shoulder, and pulls Clumsy along. Tracker picks up Brainy's glasses, follows, but gets left behind a little.
"RUN! RUN!" Handy, Harmony, and I shout.
"COME ON!" I shout.
Gutsy throws Clumsy, and he slides through the door. He then throws Brainy, who also slides through. Gutsy leaps, and squeezes through. Now all that's left is Tracker!
"Come on, Tracker!" We chant.
"Ya can do it!" Gutsy screams, sweat on his face. I can feel my own heart in my ears. My hands get clammy, and sweat runs down my face.
Tracker runs frantically towards the door. A vine whips him in the back. He winces, but keeps running. Poor smurf...
The door is barely open, enough for a smurf to squeeze through. If we were humans, we would have already been trapped.
Tracker stumbles, almost falls, but he uses his hands to help him keep going. Finally, he drops down to his stomach and slides to squeeze through the door. The vines roar with anger. Fifty of them lunge forward.
Gutsy holds his hand out to Tracker, to pull him to this side faster. Tracker gets a hold of the hand, but at the same time, the vines grab a hold of his foot.
"GYAAH!" The smurf with the feather cries out. Gutsy pulls with all his might, but there is no way that Tracker will now fit through the little gap. Tears form in Trackers eyes. More Vines grab on to his feet, and around his waist and abdomen. Gutsy struggles to not let go, but the vines are too strong.
"G-guts-s-s-y," Tracker chokes out. The vines are now squeezing his lungs.
"UGH! I-I w-won't let...GO...LAD!" Gutsy roars.
Finally, the vines give a powerful tug. Tracker's hands slip from Gutsy's grip. The captured smurf screams, and the vines groan in satisfaction. The scream gets further and further away. The door closes with a BOOM! And finally...
Silence...
I grab my heart, and my eyes fill with Tears.
"TRACKER!" Gutsy shouts with rage. He pounds on the stone door in fury. Angry tears fall from his eyes. "OPEN UP! OPEN UP, YA-"
And he goes on, cursing the ruins. But what difference does it make? Tracker is gone...Unless we can make it to the end...no one will ever see Tracker again...
And the damp room we now stand in fills with sobs.
Yeah, like I said, I was in a bit of a writer's block, so the first challenge was sort of like the illusion thingy from Johan's Crusade by some other author (I'm too lazy too look up the name XP). Sorry if it sounds rushed. I'm not feeling too well, and that makes me sometimes just write without knowing it sounds rushed and stuff. Next chaper to be up soon! Review please!