Chapter 5 is UP! WOOT! WOOT!
Thanks guys! I feel better now. Just a few more days, and I will be able to finally go anywhere I want :D (Well, almost anywhere) I can't really go anywhere right now because I am in recovery mode, like they say, just in case I get dizzy or feel weak. GYAH! But I have to go every week for two months for a blood test -_-...I HATE NEEDLES! *shudders*
My gosh, I've been so clumsy lately! I've spilled my glass of water a few times. I dropped my plate of food, I've stumbled over somethings, even over my own two feet, I almost fell out of bed when I reached for something this morning, I've bumped into walls, and I've bumped into my family, and I almost tripped a couple of times. Geez...
Anyways...
Thanks so much, Spring-Heel-Jack, for the idea! I never really thought of doing that! I'll be sure to use it :) But wow, having to have had taken a fifth year must have been awful... :( (Unless you really liked school, then again, who does? XP)
I hope you guys don't mind the switching of POV's all the time! I just want to give everysmurf a chance to say their POV. Not much to say, but ENJOY! I don't own the Smurfs, but I do own Greta.
Brainy's POV :3
I wake up. My back hurts so bad, I feel like as if it's broken. But I am able to sit up. However, when I sit up, all I see is a mess of colors. Where are my glasses?
Then I hear a stranger noise. Crying. Sobbing. What for?
"I-I let 'im go! It's all my fault! A-ALL MY FAULT!" I hear Gutsy cry, yet it sounds like as if he hasn't shed a tear.. I turn towards his voice.
"Y-you let go of who?" I croak.
"You're awake!" All the smurfs shout. But I don't hear a tone of happiness in their voices.
"What is going on? Who did you let go of, Gutsy?" I ask. I feel a sinking feeling in my stomach.
The smurfs are silent for a moment. Then Gutsy sighs. "Ya see...uh...y-ya were stuck under a thick vine. Clumsy was tryin' ta help ya outta there, but he needed my help. So I helped ya, and so did Tracker." His voice cracks. "A-and we smurfed ya outta there. I carried ya on my shoulder, and I grabbed Clumsy by tha hand. I ran as fast as I could towards tha door, leaving poor Tracker behind... I finally got across with ya and Clumsy. Tracker was still runnin' for his life, while vines chased 'im. Tha door was closin'. Right when he was about ta slide under, I grabbed his hand ta pull him through fastar...b-but at tha same time...the vines got 'im...a-and he slipped outta my grip...a-a-and tha smurfin' vines t-took 'im...h-he's gone! And it's all m-my fault!"
My heart breaks. Poor Tracker. Sure, I never really smurfed with him a lot, but he helped smurf me from under the huge vine...when he could have continued running for his life...
My eyes sting. "It's not your fault..." I tell Gutsy. "The vines are to strong. But, remember, if we make it to the end...we can see Tracker again!"
I see a blue blob nod.
"By the way...have you smurfs seen my glasses?"
Gutsy sighs. "Tracker had them...they musta smurfed with 'im...Looks like ya gotta go on without them."
My heart sinks. Oh well, I guess. I won't be able to smurf far without them, but that's not important. I stand up.
"Poor smurfs..." Greta's voice whispers. "Had to lose one of your own. Seems to me like none of you will make it to the end if you keep this up."
"SMURF UP!" Gutsy growls. "And ya enjoy this, don't ya?!"
"Why should I lie? Of course I do! No one has come in a long time, and I missed seeing others sad..."
Gutsy growls.
"Uh, but why ya gotta be so mean?" Clumsy asks. Thats my best friend!
He gets no answer. I see blue figures stand up, and wipe their...faces...I guess? Gutsy takes a deep breath.
"Well, cryin' isn't gonna get us..." He stops. I notice him stoop down, and grab something reddish.
"T-Tracker's feather..." He murmurs. "I-It musta fallen...when...w-when..." He stoops down again, and hands me something. My glasses!
"Here, Tracker musta dropped it when grabbing for my hand..." He tells me. I gratefully put them on. He sniffs one last time, and puts the feather on his hat. A warmth suddenly fills me up. I suddenly don't feel so sad anymore. It's as if...nah, can't be. The other smurfs suddenly brighten up a bit. Gutsy puts on his brave face, and shouts, "Smurfs! Let's go!"
OoO
Smurfettes POV
I come out of Hefty's shower. I haven't done that in a while, and I felt all icky. Handy recently made showers. Before, we would always take baths.
I put on my dress, and slip my shoes on. I go to the mirror and comb my hair with my fingers. I can't go outside to get my brush, I should tell Papa Smurf to bring it to me.
When I glance at the mirror, I am shocked by what I see. A pale, tired looking Smurfette peers back at me. I have bags under my eyes. My hair, a duller color. My eyes are red. My skin is wrinkly! I look ugly!
My eyes water. I guess the poison in the air is affecting me. But this is some strange kind of poison.
My hand untangles a knot in my hair. I really miss my brush! But what difference will it make if my hair is messy? I already look terrible.
I go over to Hefty. My hand touches his hot head. Panic suddenly shoots through my body. I can't feel his pulse!
My hand shoots to his heart. I can't feel a heartbeat! I put two fingers on his neck. There! A faint pulse! I breathe a sigh of relief. My hand goes to my heart. I stumble backwards, and fall over a dumbbell.
"Ouch!" I shout, and rub my bottom. That hurt!
Papa Smurf comes in, wearing that same suit for protection. When he sees me, his eyes widen, but then relax.
"Hello Smurfette, are you alright?" He asks. I nod and stand up.
"I brought you a piece of cake Greedy made. I'll leave It here." He places the pastry on the drawer. He them walks over to Hefty with a needle and some liquid. The nutrients.
When he touches Hefty's forehead, Papa flinches. But Papa then injects the liquid stuff into Hefty. Our leader touches Hefty again. I see his face panic, and quickly two fingers shoot to Hefty's neck. He must have not felt the pulse either. His face relaxes a little. Papa looks at me with sad eyes.
"He's getting worse."
OoO
Brainy's POV
"Uh, um, Handy, listen...I'm really sorry for what I said back there...that Hefty may be dead already...I, uh, don't know what smurfed over me..." I tell Handy. He continues to look ahead, ignoring me. I'm sure he heard me, though.
"Handy? I said I'm sorry..."
Handy furrows his brows, and walks faster, leaving me behind. I sigh. Clumsy puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Aw, don't worry, Brainy! He'll get over it! Jus' like ya got over what I did 'nd forgave me too! All it takes it time!" He assures me. I nod.
"Hey, this wall looks familiar!" Harmony points out. "We passed it for the third time already! I think we're going in circles, if you ask me."
"You sure?" Dreamy replies. "Every wall looks the same to me."
"Hey, hold it, lads!" Gutsy suddenly says. He peers at us a little, then faces the never ending path. "I sense that the next door is that way!" He points straight ahead.
"You sure?" I ask, a bit unsure. I mean, we have been walking through this enclosed, damp path for a long time. Kind of feels like we're going in circles though.
Gutsy takes a few steps ahead, and then breaks into a run. We follow him. We pass through the same path, seeing the same walls, seeing the same rocks. Finally, Gutsy comes to a stop.
"There," Gutsy says, and points at a wall. A wall?
"Um...gee, Gutsy, but that's a wall!" Clumsy states. He leans against the wall, and suddenly falls through. "WOAH!"
"CLUMSY!" I shout. He suddenly laughs. "Haha! Wow, there IS a door over here! How'd ya know that, Gutsy?! Ya tracked it down, like Tracker!"
We gasp. Gutsy reaches up to his hat, and takes off the feather. He mumbles something that sounds like "Thanks, Tracker," and I feel myself get warmed up again. I smile.
We smurf through the wall. There really is a door in here. Using my incredible translating skills, I decipher the inscriptions on the wall. With a loud rumble, the wall cracks, and breaks. We cheer.
"Alright, time to get moving! No time to lose!" Handy says. He marches forward, and we follow suit. The door closes behind us, leaving us once again in darkness.
"Um, now what do we do?" Clumsy asks. He's right beside me.
"Well, we should use the same tactic as before. Grab onto each other's shoulders," Handy's voice says.
"Exactly what I was going to-" I begin, but get told to smurf up. Well, I actually WAS going to suggest that! I grab the shoulders of the smurf in front of me, who has overalls. Handy.
We get organized quicker this time, unlike the first time, now that the other smurfs have learned that the shoulders are not below their own shoulder level, nor above.
"You're goin' tha wrong way!" Gutsy shouts. "Tha door is to your left."
Handy makes an 'mmmmh' noise and turns. I always thought that this tactic of holding onto each others shoulders is silly, but it works.
"Now, a little to your right! Not that much! Yeah,like that!" Gutsy commands. Who knew how much power that little feather has.
I trip, and land on Handy. The smurf behind me lets go of my shoulders. Seriously, why did I become a little clumsy ever since surgery?!
"AAAH! Clumsy!" Handy shouts. He must assume that I am Clumsy, because he is always the one tripping.
"Uh, what did I do?" Clumsy asks from somewhere.
"Just get off me, please!"
I get off Handy, and help him up, but in the process, I fall backwards. SERIOUSLY!
Suddenly, a bright light blinds me and my fellow smurfs. We shield our eyes. Right in front of us, is the door, but it's closed. There are no inscriptions on the wall to read.
"Uh, uh, uh," Greta's voice once again fills the room. "You smurfs can't leave without a little challenge, now, can you?" I hear her awful laugh. You know, I always disapprove of violence, but I really, really want to do something terrible to Greta right now. But it's too terrible to describe.
"Now then, what challenge shall we have you do? Hmmm..." She thinks for a moment. I hear something like a snap of fingers, and then Greta murmurs, "I've got it!"
"This isn't a game!" I shout at the walls.
"It is to me!" Greta laughs. "Now then..." Huge walls rise from the ground, and grow taller than a human, taller than a giant, and very thick.
"All you have to do, is make it through this maze..."
I narrow my eyes. "There's more to it, isn't there?" It can't be that easy.
"Well, basically all you have to do is make it through. I have moved the door to the other side of this maze, but..." I can imagine her smile evilly, even though I have no idea how she looks like. "There's something else to it..."
"And what is that?" I ask. I hear Handy gasp, and look at him. He is staring at nothing, his eyes wide. Then, Clumsy gasps, then Harmony, then Handy, then Dreamy, and finally, I gasp. My surroundings go black. A freezing sensation fills my body, and slowly decreases, until I feel it only in my chest. The room lights up once more, and I grab my chest, panting.
"W-what did y-you do?" Harmony asks. He too, is holding his chest.
"Hmm...just a little something to make this more interesting. You see, I planted a tiny, but powerful bomb inside each one of you. Each one has a certain amount of time. One of you has the most amount of time, one of you has the least. And the rest f you are in between. You must make it to the end of the maze before your time is up. Don't worry, the door isn't going to be closing. It will be wide open."
My eyes widen. Somesmurfs gasp. "But, will ya actually take off the bomb from us when we make it to tha door?" Gutsy barks.
"Correction... IF you make it to the door. One, if you make it on time, and two, if you don't die before the bomb goes off. But yes, I'll keep my word on that. Oh, and by the way..."
Trackers feather disappears from Gutsy's hat.
"The feather will be waiting for you at the end. I can't have you leave that easy, now can I?"
"HEY!" Dreamy shouts. I have never heard him shout like that before. "Can you at least tell us who it is who has the least amount of time?!"
"But then it gets boring...fine then...the smurf with the glasses has the least amount of time, and the smurf with the trumpet is next. Also, you smurfs can't touch, and help each other, or you will explode in an instant. That's all I'll say..." Her voice fades away. I swallow hard. Everysmurf looks at me and Harmony. We look at each other. I can see Harmony's lower lip tremble, but he gives me a weak smile.
The wall in front of us opens up, and I feel something click in my chest. Must be the timer. Quickly, we sprint into the maze. My heart thumps in my ears. I have the shortest amount of time...but HOW MUCH time?!
"Alright, everysmurf! If we try ta run together, we'll most likely slow down, and bump inta each other. So run as fast as ya can, through tha maze!" Gutsy bellows and leaves us behind. He's right. If we stick together, we'll most likely slow down, and hit each other on accident. I glance at Clumsy, and give him a sad look. He nods. I feel bad for leaving him behind...but I have to. I just hope he can make it to the door on time...
I take off, at full speed. I pass Gutsy, and run with all my might. Truth is, I don't want to die. I tried to make myself explode once, but...well, I thought my best friend was dead. It's different now, though. I glance back, and see that the other smurfs are no longer behind me. Suddenly, I feel alone. My pace turns into a jog, and then into a halt. I notice that my breath is becoming visible in the air, and the temperature had declined by a lot. I catch my breath. Something in the dim maze growls. My head snaps up. Ice forms on my cracked lenses. The growling gets louder.
My legs react quickly, and run through another path in the maze. It leads to a dead end. Quickly, my legs take me to the other path. I feel it. Something is watching me...
My heart pounds louder in my ears. My breath is heavy and fast. I want to smurf out of here. I really do. My foot hits a rock, and I trip badly.
"Aaaaaahow!" I scream, and hold my knee. The fall really hurt! Now how am I supposed to get up?!
Somehow, I manage to push myself up from the ground, and onto my good leg. Then, I see it. Something so horrible floats and glows in the darkness. Its eyes glow red, and its scrawny, black hands reach out to me. Then, it lunges.
I scream and drop down to my belly to duck the...whatever it is. It flies past me. I quickly stand up again and hop as fast as I can in the direction I was going. The thing gives a terrible wail, and flies at full speed towards me. I'm going to die...I'm going to die...
The thing gets closer, I can sense it. I hear it shriek again. My heart is pounding so fast, it's going to burst!
I duck on time as the thing flies right over my head. It quickly turns around and flies into my face, its hand smurfs into my chest. I begin to feel dizzy. Black spots appear everywhere. The creature seems to smile, enjoying draining my life. I'm a goner...
Gutsy's POV
I had stopped runnin' a while ago. I need ta catch my breath. Wheezing, I lean against the wall, and put a hand on my chest. I can literally feel tha ticking of the bomb. Who knows how much time I have left till I smurf.
That Greta. I hate her so much! I just wanna—URGH! Now that I think about it, why would Papa send us ta such a place? He wouldn't want us ta get hurt. I just hope tha other smurfs are alright!
I continue my journey, jogging slowly. I turn a corner of tha maze. Suddenly, a wall forms behind me, preventin' me from goin' back. No problem. I'm sure that I'm goin' tha right way.
Somethin' whizzes past me, and chops tha top of my hat off. I freeze for a moment, and see the top o' my hat on tha floor. NO! NOT MY FUZZY PUFFBALL! Whoever did that is goin' ta pay!
I grab the piece of hat from tha ground, and prick tha puffball from tha top, and put it in my pouch. Then I turn back to tha wall. A small hatchet, is pinned to tha wall. So that was what flew past me.
Somethin' else flies past my face, barely missin' it. I look for whoever threw it, but no one is there. I straighten my cut hat, and my kilt, and bravely jog forward again. A glint o' somethin' catches my eye. I turn to look up, and gasp. A huge knife like thing comes down. I jump outta tha way. It barely misses my tail. However, somehow it managed to cut off a piece of my kilt. I growl.
A dozen glass like shards come rainin' down from nowhere. Quickly, I dodge 'em. Some o' 'em, though, manage ta scratch my arms, leavin' little red marks. I kno somethin' , maybe Greta for sure, definitely doesn't want me ta leave alive.
I jog, managing ta dodge little knives and sharp things that come flyin' at me. I stumble on a rock, but I keep goin'. I'm not gonna fall here. I have ta reach tha end.
Seein' that I keep dodging tha knives and sharp things, the walls groan, and huge, smurfy spikes grow on them. Then, tha walls begin ta close together.
"Smurf..." I mutter, and run faster. Tha corner to tha other path is far, I don't think I will make it.
Some of those spikes break loose, due to tha fact that tha walls are vibratin' so much, and rain down on me. One of those spikes actually gets caught in my arm. I cry out. But that doesn't stop me from runnin'!
A sudden pain hits my side. Ya know, that pain ya get when ya run sometimes? Yeah. But I don't wanna give up. I grip my side, and gasp. My brows furrow and I grit my teeth. Almost there, almost there...
C'mon Gutsy...almost there!
Another Hatchet flies past me. I dodge it, but suddenly step in something gooey. My feet get stuck in it. "GRRR!" I growl, and struggle to get my feet unstuck. But this stuff is like glue! And tha corner is so close!
The walls continue ta close in on me. Frantically, I look around lookin' fer somethin' ta help me outta this mess!
A knife flies past my face again, this time, cutting off a bit of my sideburns. One flies between my legs and makes a hole in my kilt. Whew, good thing it just hit my kilt...
Of course! Why didn't I think of it before! I could just take off my shoes! Sure, I'll have ta take off my pants, cause my shoes are already on my pants, , but I have tha kilt ta cover me. Quickly, I take off tha pants, and run barefoot through tha rest of the path. A razor comes up from underneath tha ground.
"WOAH!" I shout and jump. I almost didn't see it. A huge ax swings from nowhere. I duck again. Another one swings by again. I have to force myself ta fall backwards ta not get hit.
The walls are really close now. I have ta force my arms ta squeeze against my body, so that tha spikes won't poke me.
I grit my teeth harder. Almost there!
Suddenly, I jump with all my might, and fall right at tha corner. The walls finally smash together, and close up. If I hadn't been fast enough, I would have been punctured!
Catching my breath, I stand up, and raise my fists in victory, although I'm not yet at tha end. However, just as I celebrate, the next walls also get spikes, and slowly begin ta close up. Great...
Clumsy's POV
Gosh, watta maze! It's actually straight forward. I haven't encountered anythin' spooky like I thought. I stumble on a rock, 'nd fall t' the floor. I laugh. Gosh, how can I laugh if my time is runnin' out! I pick myself up 'nd turn a corner. There! Straight ahead! Tha door! As I begin t' take my first step towards it, I hear fast gaspin' sounds. Curiously, I turn 'round towards where th' noise is comin' from. There, I see my best friend. His eyes turnin' glassy, and his face a ghostly white. An' this huge, black floatin' monster thing, with his hand in Brainy's chest.
I gasp. 'Cause I can't touch my best friend, I'll have t' think o' somethin' else!
"YOOHOO! MR. MONSTER!" I holler. Yes, I get his attention! It turns 'round, an' smiles. Gosh, is it smilin'? It has no mouth. Outta th' corner o' my eye, I see Brainy slump forward, 'nd land face down. Th' monster's hands reach out t' me. As it lounges forward, I trip backwards, so it flies right past me. It shrieks angrily. Tha shriek scares me so bad, tha I paralyze. I can see the monster approach me slowly. My body won't move. It's black hands reach out to my chest. Jus' when the hands are 'bout t' touch my chest, a rock flies through th' monster, and hits my arm. I yelp.
"Don't worry, Clumsy! I'll save you!" DREAMY!
Tha monster turns 'round t' face Dreamy. I can see his face. Pretty courageous lookin'! I take th' chance t' get away from th' monster, 'nd get close t' my best friend. "Brainy?!" I whisper. "Brainy!"
He doesn't move.
I glance back at Dreamy. Th' monster is still heading slowly in his direction. I focus back at Brainy. "BRAINY! BRAINY! WAKE UP! Uh, uh...th' smurflings are usin' all your books t' keep a fire burnin'!"
Brainy jerks his head up. "WHAT?!" His skin begins turnin' blue again. Brainy blinks, frowns, and turns t' me. "Clumsy, why did you tell me such a horrible thing? I thought it was true! You smurfed me so bad!"
"Well, gosh, ya were out cold cause of that monster thing," I point at th' black creature, still advancing towards Dreamy. "An' I needed somethin' t' wake ya up!"
Brainy stares at th' monster with wide eyes, and then screams. Th' monster turns 'round once again. It advances on us fast.
"Get up, Brainy!" I say.
"I-I can't. I hurt my knee!" He whimpers. Too bad I can't help him.
"Try!" I plead. He struggles, but manages t' get up on one foot. The monster charges. I smack myself against th' wall. Brainy does th' same on th' other wall. The monster dashes past us, but turns 'round quickly.
"NOW RUN!" Dreamy shouts. He whirls 'round, and also runs. Brainy uses both legs t' run, but he winces every time his injured leg touches th' floor. At least it's not broken.
"This way, Brainy! I saw th' exit this way!" I shout. The creature screams angrily. "Dreamy! This way!"
Dreamy slides t' come t' a stop, 'cause he was goin' th' wrong way, and joins us. I notice tha his pants are dirty. He notices that I look.
"I fell in quicksand," He explains. "Don't know how I got out, though."
We come across another path that joins this one, and Gutsy comes running from that one. "Smurf for your lives!" He shouts, and runs faster. Knives come shooting outta nowhere. Th' walls suddenly grow spikes, 'nd they begin t' close up.
Another path joins this one, 'nd Handy comes runnin' out like crazy. "SMURF FOR YOUR LIVES! SMURF FOR YOUR LIVES!" He screams. Four more of those monster thingys come flyin' out o' th' path he jus' came from. Th' top o' the walls begin breaking down. Rocks come rainin' down on us. Puddles of quicksand appear on th' floor. I almost step on one.
I glance back at Brainy. He's th' last one, but he's doin' pretty good on runnin' with an injured foot. We turn a corner.
"THERE!" I shout. "Th' door!"
Handy laughs a bit, but then shouts, as he dodges a huge piece o' rock. A knife dashes past my ear, 'nd scrapes slightly against it. Gutsy jumps over a huge quicksand puddle, he then speeds up, 'nd dashes right through th' door. A loud BONG! Sound sounds throughout th' room. Dreamy goes next. He leaps, a rock barely missing him, and another Bong! Echoes.
My hat slides down 'nd covers my eyes. My foot steps on somethin', 'nd I slip 'nd fall on my behind. A knife flies through my hat, pushing it off my head.
Another BONG! Fills th' room. Must be Handy.
"Come on, Clumsy!" Brainy says 'nd catches up t' me. I look at him, nd nod. Once back on my feet, I sprint t' the door, and for once, I don't trip while I sprint, hyu-hyu-hyu! I get t' the door. Another BONG! Somethin' warm fills my chest, an' I feel th' ticking go away.
Somethin' behind me falls. I whirl 'round. Brainy is on th' floor, jus' three smurfs away from th' door. His eyes are wide, nd' his hand is on his chest. His breathin' is heavy.
"C'mon, Brainy, jus' three smurfs t' th' door!" I shout. The black creatures are advancin' on him!
He looks at me, his eyes wide with fear. "M-my time is u-up." He murmurs. "I-I feel...s-so cold..."
I shake my head in agony. "No, Brainy! Don' give up!" I wanna help him, but I can' touch him!
A strange noise catches my attention. I look up. A huge piece o' rock from th' walls breaks, and heads down towards Brainy.
"Brainy! Look out!" We all shout. Brainy looks up with weary eyes. His eyes don' dilate of fear.
CRASH!
"BRAINY!" I shout. "BRAINY!" I begin t' head out th' door, but somethin' holds me back. Somethin' prevents me from goin', as if there's a forcefield in front of th' door.
"No, Brainy...No!" Tiny tears form in my eyes, but they freeze when I see a face with glasses peer 'round the big old rock.
"BRAINY!" I shout in surprise.
"OOH MY!" Dreamy shouts.
Brainy winces, but crawls 'round th' rock. Th' creatures speed up their flyin'.
"COME ON, BRAINY! YA CAN DO IT!" Gutsy cheers.
"GO! Brainy!" Dreamy shouts.
"C'mon, BUDDY!" I encourage him. Handy watches fearfully.
Brainy crawls faster towards th' door. Little sounds escape his lips, 'nd he winces every time his bad knee hits th' floor. Th' creatures wail horribly. They dash forward. Brainy gasps, he leaps with is knees...
an' he makes it through th' door!
BONG!
Brainy falls flat on his back, laughing in relief. Gutsy claps. "Good job, lad!"
Handy nods. "I'm glad you made it. And...I'm sorry I ignored your apology earlier. I forgive you. Will you forgive me for ignoring you?"
"Handy...Handy...Handy..." Brainy wheezes. "Of course I do!" Handy smiles.
"Oh! Ya made it!" I shout 'nd hug Brainy. "I thought that when tha rock smurfed..."
Brainy shakes his head. "I pushed myself backwards. The rock barely missed my toes, though..." He makes a face. "Say, Gutsy,...what happened to your pants?"
"Long story. I'll tell ya later." Gutsy says.
"Hey...But where's Harmony?" Dreamy asks. We turn t' look back at th' maze. Th' walls open back up t' their original width. Th' rocks go back t' th top o' th' walls. Th' creatures growl, 'nd smurf back to nowhere. Th' spikes retreat back into th' walls.
"Harmony...is still inside..." I whisper. Handy tries t' go out th' door, but he gets th' same result I got. A forcefield blocks him from goin' back. He pounds on it hard, an' exhales, frustrated.
"Well, we can only hope that he will be able to smurf here on time..."
Harmony's POV
I'm lost...I have no idea where I'm supposed to go now... I just hope the other smurfs will get out safely, or are already out of the maze. I turn a corner. Another dead end. UUGH! It's either dead ends, or I end up back at the beginning.
I continue down a narrow path, with just, well, rocks. Small leaves are stuck on the walls. I wonder how they are green, if there Is no water on the rocks, I think. I come across a two way path. I take the right one. It leads me to another dead end. Swiftly, I turn around and go back to the other path. I'm back at the beginning. I shout in anger.
Frustrated, I slump against the wall, and slide to the floor. I look sadly at my yellow trumpet and sigh. Its yellow gleam tempts me. Maybe...one last song will be good for me. There is nothing else I can do now, anyways. I feel that my time is almost up.
I was never good at playing it, my trumpet, based on what the other Smurfs would say to me. But I was born to be called Harmony, to play this trumpet, and to die playing it. With trembling hands, I slowly raise the trumpet to my lips, and play. A sound I have never heard in my entire life comes out. A sound that makes tears form in my eyes. A sound that makes my heart dance, that makes it vibrate. A song that chills me right to the bone. A sound, so beautiful... Tears run down my cheeks. I stop playing for a moment to catch my breath, and lick my lips. Then, I pucker them up again, and continue playing. The same, beautiful, sad sound comes out...
Handy's POV
"Do...do you think Harmony will come out?" I ask. My voice quivers.
"I-I don't know..." Brainy tells me. Suddenly, his eyes widen. They look huge behind his glasses. "D-do you smurfs hear that?"
We listen in the silence. And then, I hear it. A beautiful, trumpet sound fills my ears.
"H-Harmony?!" Clumsy mutters. Tears form in his eyes. "I-i-is h-he playin'?"
"But, why would he be playing...?" I wonder, but realization hits me. This is Harmony's last song. His...last...song...
"NO HARMONY!" I shout with all my might. "STOP PLAYING! HARMONY! LISTEN TO MY VOICE! YOU CAN STILL MAKE IT! FOLLOW MY VOICE!"
The trumpet sound doesn't stop. It continues to get louder.
"HARMONY!" We shout in union. I guess the other smurfs caught on to what is smurfing on. But the trumpet goes on.
Harmony's POV
I hear shouts. My fellow smurfs. They must have made it to the end. But it's too late for me. I can feel the ticking in my chest get faster and faster. The icy feeling returns once more. I squeeze my eyes shut, and about a hundred tears spill out.
Goodbye, my friends...
And good luck!
I play my final note, and then-
Handy's POV
"HARMONYYYYYY!"
BOOOOOM!
We gasp. Tears run down my eyes. I collapse to the floor. My shoulders tremble. "NO Harmony! NO!" I never felt so bad in my life. I mean, I felt awful when Tracker got taken away. But the song of Harmony really got to me... "NOOOOO!"
"There's nothin' we can do now, lad..." Gutsy says with a serious face. I wish I was as strong as him in emotions. But I'm not.
"B-but, we can make it t' th' end, an' see him again, right?" Clumsy asks. No smurf says anything. The walls retreat back into the ground. And there, in the middle of the room, lies the trumpet. The trumpet that had no value to me. The used-to-be annoying trumpet, now worth more than gold, lies in the center. I squeeze my eyes shut and bawl.
OoO
We lie in a small, enclosed room, ready to sleep in our own individual blankets. I have no idea, whether it's night, or day...but I don't care. I just want to get out...save my friends, and save Hefty. I wonder how he's doing now. Is he worse? Is he the same? Is he...dead?
I shake the last thought out of my head. Why do I keep thinking that Hefty is dead? I have no proof that he is.
Somesmurf shifts around in their blanket. Just five of us left... How much more do we have to go? How many of us will make it to the end? Will we make it back on time. And will Greta actually give us the stuff we need?
I frown. I hate Greta. Seeing how she wants us to suffer. Such a malevolent um, spirit, ghost, or whatever she is.
Gutsy grabbed the trumpet, and put it, and the feather in his bag. That was nice of him. I wouldn't want to leave anything behind either, of my friends.
I really should get some sleep. I went through a lot today. Not just me. We ALL did. I begin to feel how tired my bones are, from running a lot.
I place the pencil on the side, next to me. I close my eyes, and sleep overtakes me.
OoO
"Hey, smurfs...wake up!" Dreamy's voice fills my head. I open my tired eyes. As much as I don't want to open them, I know we have to keep going.
I reach for my pencil, but touch something...wet. Then again, I feel my blanket all wet. Did I ...perhaps...have an accident?!
Quickly, I sit up, feeling my back side all wet. My face is also wet...Everysmurf is wet. A big puddle lies in the room I sigh mentally.
"Brainy, wake up!" Dreamy shouts. Brainy was always a heavy sleeper. "don't you feel that you're wet?!"
"Oh SMURFS!" Brainy shouts and jerks upright. When he realizes that is wasn't him, he blushes a little. "Erm...hehehe, uh, why is it all wet, everywhere?"
"That's what I want to know...I was dreaming that I was drifting in the high seas, and that suddenly I fell in the water, and that's when I woke up," Dreamy admits. He splashes his foot in the water.
"Hey, uh, what's this?" Clumsy asks, and points at a tube like thing. Gutsy goes over to look at it. He peers through the tube, and water suddenly splashes into his eye. He yelps.
"AAH! SO that explains all tha water!" He growls.
"Um, Smurfs...there's no exit from this room..." Dreamy points out. Brainy gasps. He begins pounding on the wall wildly. "NO! We have to get out! We have to get out! We can't all be done for!"
Gutsy walks over to him and pulls him away from the wall. "Calm down, we'll get out somehow.
"Uh, in case ya haven't noticed, th' water hasn't stopped pouring out, an' if I didn't know any better, I'd say it's comin' out faster!" Clumsy says. He's right. The water is now past my feet! There has to be a way out! There is always a way out.
I find everysmurf looking at me. I back away a little. "W-why are you all looking at me?"
Duh, what a question to ask! Of course they would turn to me because I'm Handy Smurf. But I don't have a single idea on how to get us out!
"Um, okay, just give me a second!" I say. I scratch my head and wrack my brain for ideas. But There's nothing I can possibly make to break down a wall! I don't have anything for that.
I turn to the ceiling. There, a small tile. Seems like something that can open and close. My eyes narrow as I plan the plan. A small hook is also on the ceiling. I think I've got it!
"Okay! Smurfs!" I announce. "I have a plan, but I need your help. Clumsy, take out a rope and a small hook that Papa put in our bags. Gutsy, get the heaviest rock you can find. Dreamy, let me get on your shoulders when I tell you to."
"Is there anything I can do?" Brainy asks.
"Not right now. Just wait."
Clumsy hands me the rope and the hook. I tie the hook to the rope, and get on Dreamy's shoulders. I put the rope over the hook on the ceiling, and stick the hook to the edge of the tile. There is barely enough room for the hook to go through. Gutsy pulls the rope with difficulty to pull the tile open. It works!
The water is now to our waists. Gutsy ties the other end of the rope to the heavy rock to keep the tile open.
"Okay smurfs, now help one another get up there!" I shout. Brainy helps Clumsy up first. Clumsy climbs up, and Dreamy helps Brainy up. I let Dreamy then get on my shoulders, and he climbs up. Just as Gutsy is about to help me up, the rope somehow snaps, and the tile closes. I snap my fingers. The water is now up to my shoulders. There's no time to look for another rock now. Gutsy grabs the end of the rope, and pulls the tile back open. He grunts. "GO LAD!"
I nod. A smurf from the top leans down, and stretches his arms down to help me. Dreamy. But just as I grab onto Dreamy's hands, my eyes widen. "Wait!"
I look at Gutsy, who is struggling to keep the tile open. "Y-you can't!"
"Yah, I can!" He says. "There's no other way that ya can keep that tile open, without somesmurf grabbin' it. If I let go, then tha tile will close up". My eyes fill with tears once more. I shake my head vigorously. "No...no! There has to be another way! There just has to!"
Gutsy laughs. "We'd use tha other way, if there was one. Besides, that water is already up to our necks. What other thing can we do? Pull 'im up Dreamy."
Dreamy stares at Gutsy in shock.
"I SAID PULL'IM UP!"
Dreamy blinks, and pulls me up. Up here, it's just like a chimney, but with a ladder leading up. I poke my head back down through the tile.
"Don't worry lad!" Gutsy assures me. "Everythin' will be fine."
"Maybe I can hold the tile open. Or toss me the rope!" I say.
Gutsy laughs again. "Nah. If I can barely hold it open, you couldn't. Besides, the rope is too short ta reach all tha way over there!"
"B-but we need you! We need your courage! Your boldness! Your bravery!" I practically scream. Gutsy takes off his pouch with one hand, and tosses it to me. "Then take this! And take this too!" He takes off the bag from his shoulders and also tosses it to me. I grab both of them. "The ice flower, and Harmony's trumpet, and Trackers feather are in there! Now go smurfs! And I'll see ya real soon! Take care! And good luck!"
"Gutsy-"
The last thing I see, Is Gutsy's brave face, without a single tear. The face of determination. And the tile, closes back up.
I gasp. The gasp turns into a pant, and I begin to hyperventilate. Fat tears fall from my cheeks. Not another smurf...no...
"Gosh...uh, where's Gutsy?" Clumsy shouts from above. He peers down at me from the top of the ladder.
Instead of a response, I cry. "Oh no...Gutsy!" Clumsy cries. I can hear Brainy trying to comfort him. Poor smurf. Clumsy is so sensitive in these things. Then again, so am I. I've cried so much already, I don't even know where the tears are smurfing from. We're not going to make it at this rate. I won't be able to save my friends. I won't be able to save Hefty.
I pound the floor in anger I clench my teeth. Dreamy rubs my back, his hand trembling.
Greta's laugh echoes in my head. My hands clench into fists.
I loathe you, Greta. So much.
Sigh. End of this chapter. Sorry, The fuzzy puffball and Gutsy was just something random that came into my head XD. In the maze, I didn't do Handy's POV because I had already done his in the illusion thingy. I was too tired to add more stuff to happen in the maze, but also, because I didn't want to use up all of my ideas on this. I also did it fast, because if I took a long time, it would go on FOREVER! And it actually gets tiring to type a lot. . So what did you guys think? Review please!