Hey everybody, I'm sure you all are anxious to read the next chapter of "Just My Luck", first of all I hope you all read my other story, Super Loud RPG. I hope it ends up being mildly-successful, seeing as I am eagerly writing this on 7-17-17, (pretty crazy number, right?) and that I haven't even posted S. yet….
I hope you enjoy this chapter, I'd like to thank four people who left reviews on the first chapter (at the time of me writing this if you left a review after 5;00pm PST I haven't seen it yet, but thanks),
Jhay13, Red the Pokémon Master, ed edd n eddy IN MINECRAFT, and the mysterious "Guest"
Enough blabbering, enjoy the story
-Jerry
Chapter 2 - "Other-Worldly Woods"The car was parked all alone. Nothing was nearby. The only car at this time of night, and like the night., it was pitch black. Lincoln waited for anyone to exit the woods. The only things he saw exit were all kinds of animals, including mosquitoes.
"Stupid bugs biting me!" Lincoln muttered. "I should get some repellent."
Soon enough the stars came out. He saw the Big Dipper, The Little Dipper and a shooting star fly through the sky. He made a wish on it. What was it? I don't know, it won't come true if you tell it. He grew board waiting for his friend and decided to investigate the woods.
The woods are a scary place at night, not knowing if something creeping behind you will bark or bite. Lincoln was not nervous at this time, he just wanted to reach his friend, Clyde who left mysteriously hours earlier. He thought about his family, how everyone was unnecessarily cruel to him. He wasn't bad luck. If he was he would have tripped by now.
TRIP
"I spoke too soon." Lincoln thought. He also thought about just going to his grandfather's house. Sherly he didn't think he was bad luck. He probably would have said "no" and "don't call me Sherly". Lincoln still didn't know why he said all of the Sherly stuff, probably just old-people talk. However, he was on a mission, he didn't want that to be his last time seeing Clyde again.
After a while, everything looks the same. Especially at night. You can't tell what is what.
"I wish Lisa made me some night-vision goggles, if she'd even make them for me." Lincoln muttered to himself
Suddenly a thick fog appeared as soon as he got close to it. He backed away, the fog backed away as well. He went closer to the fog almost touching it. He was cautious, but more curious. He decided to jump into the fog. Everything faded to white. He could hear laughing, but could only see white. He then drifted to sleep shortly after.
When he woke, although he couldn't tell where he was, it somehow felt different than where he was before. He felt his surroundings. Grass. He walked forward. More Grass. He took an even bigger step and a big flash of light appeared in his eyes. He was back in the forest- or what looked to be a forest. He felt like himself, but felt as if something changed. Not himself, but something. He turned around and started to try to walk where he was before. Expecting fog, but nothing appeared. And that's when it hit him. Not what changed per say, but nothing hit him.
"Hmm, invisible wall eh?" Lincoln said aloud "Well, let's turn around to find a new exit."
When Lincoln turned around he saw something he didn't before. Tire indents in the grass.
"This must've somehow, been where Clyde." Lincoln thought "But wait- wasn't the car parked out of the woods? Wo knows, this whole place is weird!"
He decided to follow the car indents seeing all kinds of wildlife on his way out of the woods. Some he saw before, some entirely new species.
"Lisa would be going bonkers right now!" Lincoln said to himself.
Lisa. She didn't treat Lincoln THAT badly. Same with his mother, and to extent his father. Although he couldn't quite remember what happen with his father, since he blacked out. He finally got out of the woods when he realized that in front of him was a vast open field. He looked around and saw a sign nearby where he came out. He read the sign aloud to himself.
"DANGER! Warning, those you enter may not come back to this very place. Be careful and stay wary."
"Hmm, interesting. I should investigate." Lincoln spoke
He turned around to see that the tire indents ended where he stood. He walked forward as more of the indents appeared behind him. Almost like the infinite rainbow coming out of Nyan cat. He decided to continue walking forward, since it was about daytime. He came across a ravine in the ground and a hill adjacent to that ravine. He decided to climb the hill to get a better look at his surroundings. He spotted a man watching him from afar, about a kilometer away. It looked like the man was more old than young. Maybe early 50's. As Lincoln watched the man, the man seemed to be setting up a telescope. The man then saw Lincoln. He waved his hand in a circular motion, turned around and walked into thin air and disappeared.
Lincoln saw the man leave and decided to run at top speed to the man's previous position to figure out
"What the heck is going on?!" Lincoln said out loud.
When Lincoln approached where the man once stood he felt a weird aura around him. A tingling sensation. It was powerful, but not that. Lincoln tried to copy the man's movement, to no success.
"What if it is another invisible wall again." Lincoln said frustrated.
He reached out in case he could feel anything, success!
"Ah Ha! It was an invisible wall after all, now I just need to get past it." Lincoln said stumped.
Out of no-where the wall opened right behind where Lincoln was standing, he felt a tug on his shirt, well more of a pull than a tug actually. But it still shocked him none-the-less.
Everything went white again in an instant, and in another he could see the Old Man from before over his body.
"He Rises!" The Old Man announced, to nobody Lincoln saw. It was just him and the man.
"I'm sorry, but who are y— "Lincoln was cut off as the man spoke again.
"No, I'm sorry, let me take you to my humble abode."
He snapped his fingers and everything went white again. When Lincoln could see something other than white again, he was sitting in a chair in most likely his captor's house.
It was nicely furnished as it had a roaring fireplace and a mantle above it, holding many abstract vases, holding some equally odd flowers.
"I should be describing this on paper." Lincoln noted. "For scientific purposes."
He heard footsteps in another room. He blinked. The man was sitting in the chair across from him. Legs crossed, smoking what resembled a pipe. He started to speak.
"I bet you have a lot of questions, I'll answer them, just let me speak first."
He snapped his fingers and a portal opened in the ground. A boy rose out of the portal.
"This is my son. His name is Xavier. He may end up your closest ally, or your worst nightmare."
Xavier was taller than average, maybe 5' 11, he had long black hair down to his shoulders.
"He has some of my powers, but not all of my powers." The Old Man said
He waved his hand down and Xavier went back in the portal.
"Let me start with the basics first." The Old Man Said "I am a mage, not a wizard like your world, my name is Oefin Hyrtious, you can call me Old Man still, if you must."
"Thanks… that would be much easier mister." Lincoln quietly said.
"I imagine you got here through the woods, hmm?
"Uh, yeah. The woods, there was this thick fog— "
"Yes, yes, I'll get to that soon enough, but first the woods." The Old Man explained "What you traveled through was called a "gate". You can find them just about anywhere."
"Gates are different than dimensions or portals, while dimensions take you to infinite possibilities, gates take you to different worlds inside time itself. If you step inside a gate, you have a zero percent chance of becoming a monster, animal or girl. It is always yourself."
"It might however affect your mind, some people step inside and become paranoid, or hallucinate. Luckily, you aren't showing any symptoms at the moment." The Old man continued.
"Oh, I see, and the fog is part of it?" Lincoln asked.
"Yes, but oddly it is supposed to wipe any old memories you had so you could make new ones in this world."
"Okay then, what about my friend Clyde?" Lincoln asked "Is he okay?"
"Is Clyde the boy of African-American descent?" The Old Man asked Lincoln.
"Yes! Where is he?" Lincoln felt relieved to hear the Old Man talk about Clyde.
"Come, it is getting dark. Please step into my guest room, you had a long day today."
"But what about Cly— "
"Shhh" The Old Man whispered. The Man put his hand on Lincoln's forehead and suddenly Lincoln fell into a deep sleep.
Hours past, and Lincoln still slept. He finally woke up to sirens and a lot of screaming. He looked out the window, to see, surprisingly more black cars like before. He got up and called for the Old Man. No response. He looked out the window to see the Old Man talking to another man, dressed in a very dark grey with a white tie. Lincoln opened the window a crack.
"We know you are holding a collerman in your house, Hyrtious." The guy in the grey suit said "Please hand him over."
"This is utterly blasphemy!" The Old Man yelled "Tosk' El Zarationij."
Lincoln saw a book on the shelf.
"Bad Words in Long-Dead Languages"
That must've been one of them. He got up from the bed and cracked the door a tad. In front of him were many people in dark gray armor with fancy infrared lasers. Lincoln knew this was bad. It was time to fight or flight. He chose flight.
Lincoln opened the window and jumped out of it, making both men see him immediately.
"We got him boss!" The man in the grey suit said lifting his hand in the air. A dark red fog came out of the glove and before he could do anything else the Old Man yelled,
"BANISHMENT!"
Quickly a cyan light appeared in the sky and sent a beam down to the ground right over the man in the suit. The man started to dissolve, sparking cyan-colored beam of electricity back up in the air before the man could do anything else, leaving nothing behind. He was gone.
Lincoln turned around when he heard a voice. Those people in the building were now outside pointing their guns at the Old Man, that's when the Old Man said,
"Lincoln! DUCK!"
A silver beam of light in a crescent shape erupted out of the Old Man's hands and went straight for the soldiers in grey. A few got hit and fell to the floor, but not all were effected.
"Dang arthritis!" The Old Man muttered. The Old Man fell to his knees and pulled out a book and gave it to Lincoln as the soldiers in grey surrounded the Old Man.
"Go south, there should be a shed, Xavier is waiting for you there! Quickly!"
The soldiers circled around the Old Man pointing the infrared lasers at him. Another soldier came up behind Lincoln and spoke.
"Set your lasers, lock on and fire at will."
They all nodded while looking at the Old Man, and fired.
The Old Man's skin boiled as he screamed in pain, utterly defenseless. Once they were done they pulled out metal spheres and tossed them inside the house. The same dark red gas came out of them.
Lincoln was about to choose fight or flight again. Flight. He ran towards the south side of the building, he looked behind him, the soldiers got on their knees and a beam of grey light erupted toward the sky, and they were gone. The red smoke caught up to the boy, and Lincoln coughed but still ran away from the scene.
Lincoln kept running away, as it was his only option now.
Thanks for reading chapter two of my story, didn't see that happening did ya? Chapter three will be out (if my new schedule works out) on the 25th of July, but a new chapter of Super Loud RPG will be out this Sunday, so be excited for that. Thanks again.
-Jerry