Hey, guys. Glad you like this and aren't entirely confused. This story is based on the movie "Upside Down" Please don't watch the movie yet, but I recommend it AFTER I finish. Here comes the 2nd chapter, it's got a big surprise for ya! ;] thanks for following and favouriting!

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Chapter 2: Five Years Later

Naomi

They say at the end of every tunnel there's always a light. It's a metaphor for things will get better. I don't entirely believe it. Because my tunnel has been entirely too long; maybe my tunnel was opposite and I entered the tunnel on the light side and as I went on it got darker and darker. Maybe my tunnel will forever be in nothing but pitch black. Fucking hell what a life to live, right?

Don't worry I'm always this cynical at this hour. It's half six and I barely have any inverse matter to heat my small flat, so adding onto my tiredness my nipples are hard as rock. I lay under the three blankets on my small twin bed and I looked up at the ceiling, I had windows installed in the ceiling so I could see the Upper World at night. I loved staring at it for hours when I couldn't sleep. It was almost a night light. I could on faintly make out the cars on the street as they drove past the many buildings. I wonder what it would be like to own a car. I'm sure it would probably be bad for our atmosphere, so I'm a little relieved most of us in Down Below don't own an automobile. The only time I actually rode in a car was that incident with Emily.

Before I could get too far into my thoughts my bloody alarm clock rang out to my ears, I jumped slightly at the annoying sound and I reached over slamming my palm against the snooze button. I dragged my body out of my bed and began to get dressed. It was already too cold to even shower so fuck it.

I pulled on my favourite pig t-shirt, and then pulled a green worn out jumper that I've had for years now. I proceeded to change my knickers, and then pulled on my jeans. I looked into the mirror as I brushed my now shoulder length blonde hair. I was glad Cook had finally talked me into dying it. I was already entirely too bored of my lame brunette hair colour.

Oh, have I not mentioned Cook? He's one of my closest friends. Despite going through my even bitchier phase after the incident; James Cook had wormed his way into my heart. No, not like that either, you twats. He's more of like my brother, he's disgustingly pervy, but yet he has got that soft side to him. We had actually met due to Doug. He's my boss and like my mentor in basic life. Doug is also quite a character. He comes off as a soft spoken, kind of a mong sort of way. He's really involved in the community and has the world's biggest crush on one of our clients.

Did I not mention where I worked either? My apologies, I get quite carried away when I speak about things. Anyway, our job is an inventors company. Not too big and not too small. We try to invent useful ways of keeping heat inside our homes, and we also try to help in getting patents on other's inventions. We give out small loans from the company's bank. It's not like we're doing anything wrong by it either, it's just the three of us that run the small place anyway.

After I put on my dark jacket and then my small wool hat I grabbed my satchel and left my apartment for work. After lugging my bike down 2 flights of stairs, I finally reached the road. It was a work out just lugging that piece of metal down the stairs, I stopped and took a deep breath as I climbed on my bike and started off to my job.

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I had sat there at my desk in the beat up building as I was prepping my facial cream. I had a few more tweaks to do to it and maybe this time it would work. It was a light pink cream that I had in a white container and I was swirling and mixing together. If you hadn't recognised it by now, I had invented an anti-aging cream with the help of the pollen, I collected from the pink bees. I didn't have to just make flying pancakes with it, right?

I discovered that with the help of the special pollen that it would have levelled out each of the gravities. Making the pancakes float of course, giving it the illusion it was flying. I finally figured that the world's population are so set on remaining young and being beautiful, that maybe I could invent a special aging cream. With the help of the pollen, I had finally achieved what I had wanted to do in the first place, but the problem was that it did hold the skin up in place, but just not for long.

As I was mixing I noticed that Doug was at the counter talking to Harriet. The widow of an inventor who had an impressive debt to us, Doug being the man that he is almost let her get away with the debt, but we needed the money or whatever she had to offer. She was holding a clear container as I tried listening to them speak, but I couldn't really make out any of the words, I just saw Doug hold up the clear container and I saw something dangling at the top of the cap. If it were what it looked to be, we would be more than covered for the next 2 months. I smiled as it was confirmed it was a steel bolt, inverse matter.

I looked down at the container again and saw that my mixing had paid off, and I lathered the pink substance into my hands and I heard Cook walk up behind me as he observed. I turned to the clay sculpture to my side and I began lathering the cream into what Cook thought to look like a face. Too be honest it looked like he put a basketball down and then let the clay settle around it. It was two small dots for eyes, and a long indent for a nose and a thin line for lips. I held back the urge to laugh at his poor excuse for a sculpture, sure the guy wasn't the brightest in the tool shed but he did have amusing attempts at trying, got to give him points for that at least. As I let the cream settle I saw the clay on the face start to rise up, imitating wrinkles on a person's face. Now it no longer looked like an elder it looked like someone a lot younger, and I noticed the lips curled into a smile. Doug clapped as it was succeeded, but it soon stopped as all four of us watched the face droop back down again. I heard a few dissatisfied groans.

"Don't worry, Naomio it'll work soon." Cook tried to reassure me, I nodded slightly as he said so. He always said that after each failed try.

"Hey, Doug. Keep me updated on the facial cream, okay?" Harriet said as she was leaving the building. I turned just in time to see Doug blush and stutter out a reply, this guy definitely needs some tips. It was cute. I felt slightly envious of him because he had a shot at un forbidden love with someone on our planet, and I could see that she had liked him as well.

"Hello welcome to TransTV! I'm your host Thomas Tomone!" The TV suddenly blared, I jerked my head and looked at the screen, I sighed as I observed the lame game show they had. They had scheduled every telly to be automatically turned on so everyone was basically forced to watch it. I groaned and looked back at my work as Doug and Cook continued on with their files at their desks. I couldn't concentrate now because I knew I had been so close at perfecting my facial cream but I just didn't know why. I looked down at the paper work on my desk. As the host of the game show's voice carried to my ears I heard him call out a familiar name. I had only caught the very last name, but I recognised it. Fitch. I jerked my head back to the telly so fast I almost gave myself whiplash, I quickly stood up as I got closer to the screen and I saw her. And, heard her familiar husky voice.

"So, Emily what exactly is your job?" Thomas asked as he looked to her with a wide grin on his face. Emily Fitch. Jesus, she was beautiful. Her hair was no longer a crimson red, it was back to a familiar dark shade of brown. She was wearing a silk button up shirt, her hair was down on her shoulders, so beautifully straightened out as I saw the black skirt and heels she was wearing. Oh my god, she was gorgeous.

"Well, I'm apart of Graphic Design and my job here today is to pick the winner of this show. And that very same winner will also have a job in our department." Emily explained as she smiled into the camera. I felt she was back to staring into my soul again, my god.

Emily Fitch is alive. She's alive and breathing.

My brain finally registered that she was not dead, she was alive! Holy shit!

"You guys," I started as I continued looking at the screen at Emily, "That's her. That's Emily." I heard the screech of a chair being pushed against the ground as Cook got up quickly and strode over to my side as he too looked at her.

"Your fit bird?" He questioned as he checked out her body. "Damn, Blondie you did quite well for being 12." He chuckled as he crossed his arms. I smiled widely as I looked up at him, realizing I wasn't just seeing things. It was actually Emily. Not just my imagination.

"She's alive," I grinned as I started for the door. "And she works at Transworld!" I walked out of the building and I looked into the distance as I saw the tower of Transworld.

See Transworld is the only company to employ both Down Below and Up Top people. They also helped with the oil, and electricity. They had many different sectors of jobs for people. I saw the lights and the illuminated windows. Emily, my Emily was there in that building. And, she has been there all this time.

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A week has passed since I filed my application and resume to begin working for Transworld. They had accepted me and also gave me a patent on my invention. They were thoroughly excited about this as I knew they would be. I would be paid 3 blocks of steel for each week. That's not a lot but it is a great paying wage for someone Down Below.

The only reason I had applied for this was because of Emily. I would endure spending my time around these stuck up hacks for Emily, I would. It was already well worth it. I was in the shower the day after I saw Emily on the telly, I was thinking of a way to meet her. Or to tell her that I'm alive too, and that I was lead to think she had been killed! I would already do that if I could but I don't know where she lives, and I can't exactly just go up to her floor. So I came up with a plan to sell them my product and get a patent so I can perfect it.

I entered the building as they were just closing the doors this was my very first day with the company. I observed my surroundings as I waited in line to be checked in. it didn't look anything really special, it was quite dark and a little musty smelling. I didn't think Transworld would look or smell like this at all. Some of the lights were going out also. They sure cared about their looks. I was up now and I took off my satchel and jacket. I was instructed to stand on the weight scale. They wrote down my weight and had me stand in front of the x ray machine. It was all a bit much, wasn't it? To make sure no one smuggled anything in.

"What floor?" A stoic older man asked me as I got to the front desk and I was finally given my stuff back.

"For zero," I replied calmly as I put my satchel back on my shoulder.

"Name?" He asked not once looking up from his computer, wow he was such a good example of how the company is professional and friendly.

"Naomi Campbell." I was handed a pass and was shooed away. What a wanker. I made my way to floor zero. As I arrived I was escorted very rudely to my desk in sector 8. I couldn't help but looking everywhere as we walked. It was so amazing and clean. Very high tech for sure. Much better than when I first arrived here; I looked up and I saw rows and rows of desks and I could see the people from Up Top.

Floor Zero was where both of the world's finally met in the tall building. I was astonished; it was weird seeing even more people from up top so close and personal. I sat down at my desk and I saw a bottle of soda. I smiled as I took it into my grasp. It was cold to the touch, and I began opening it. I finally pried it open and when I did I was met with liquid splattering on my face.

"Jesus!" I shouted and I quickly closed the bottle, setting it down. I looked up at the workers who I had gotten soda on. "I am so sorry! I didn't mean for that to happen!" I explained as I wiped myself free of the liquid. I saw a blonde girl look up at me and smile.

"Whizzer, your hair is really blonde. My name is Pandora Moon, don't worry about it. They like to play jokes on all the newbies here." The girl said in one breath and said it so quickly I barely caught it.

"Thanks, I'm Naomi Campbell." I said as I smiled back.

"Naomi Campbell," I heard a stern voice say above me. "I'm your supervisor for this floor so I'm here to give you your badge, lunch card and various keys you will need." I looked up at who I was speaking to me. She had jet black hair and was dressed in an all grey suit.

"Of course." I answered before she got mad at me for being unprofessional.

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After hours of being talked at like I was a little kid, I was sent into being seen the CEO. His name was David Blood. He sat behind his desk and mostly talked to his papers then ever once looking up at me. Long story short he made it seem like it was a big trouble bringing me into this division because I was from Down Below, and any contact with anyone from Up Top other than necessary was forbidden. He made that clear. That was the only time he ever looked me in the eyes to emphasize his point.

Honestly, everyone here besides Pandora has been nothing but stuck up towards me. The people from Up Top treated me as if I were less equal or important than them. It was something I was fuming over, who the hell do these people think they are? Just because they run a large company and steal from people Down Below didn't make them any better.

After a long day of work I was finally able to go back to the shop where Cook and Doug were. Cook had finally broken the news to Doug where I applied for a patent for. I knew Doug wouldn't take it well. He hated Transworld more than anything.

I set my bike on the side of the building and I walked into it, closing the door behind me I saw Cook and Doug both sat in front of the telly. They didn't even look at me as I walked over. I saw there were tears in Cook's eyes.

"What happened, Cook?" I asked him as I took off my jacket, Cook never cried in front of anyone. Not even me.

"My brother, he's dead." Cook said quietly, I looked at the telly and I saw his brother's picture plastered on the screen. "He was murdered by the border police; you know what he was doin' Naomi. I don't have to spell it out for ya."

"You're stupid, Naomi," Doug finally muttered as he looked at me from the chair he was sat in. "Transworld?! How could you do this?! You know I could have gotten you that patent!"

"I had to! There was no other way, Doug." I explained, I held out my arms as I was now locked in eye contact with him. He was angry, and I have never seen Doug so angry in my life.

"But, Transworld?! Those people are vultures! How could you do that to what your dream is?! You're selling golden eggs for peanuts, Naomi!" Doug shouted as he now stood up, his wrinkles on his face was now showing more prominently, and his chest was heaving.

"Doug, we're from Down Below. We've got nothing. I need a way to survive through this. And, if I have to do this to get to Emily, I will."

"Don't you tell me I'm nothing!" Doug hollered as he grabbed his jacket as he started to make his way to the door. "You're gonna get yourself killed, Naomi. You've been like a daughter to me." And with that Doug walked out of the door, slamming it against it's hinges. It rattled and made the walls shook, I stood there I was still angry because Doug didn't even listen to me. He didn't try to understand that I needed her. I sighed as I quickly followed him and walked out.

"Doug!" I shouted as I wrapped my arms around my body. "Come on, talk to me." He didn't budge, just kept on walking away from me. This was actually really irritating me now because he was being childish. "Hey! Don't forget that I know Transworld took my entire family!" I shouted angry and I saw him finally stop, I never spoke of them. "If I can use my anti-aging cream to give my life any kind of hope then I will." I was prepared to give it all, and then some. I was sick of this now, I was just living. I didn't take any kind of chance or did anything spontaneous. I just existed like everybody else in this world. I wanted to do something finally, I needed to do something.

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Emily

Emily Fitch sat in a room full of 7 other people. She only came there because she felt like she finally needed to talk to someone about her … problem. She couldn't talk to just anyone, she needed to talk to someone who understood what she was going through. The eight people were sat in a circle on plastic chairs. They looked like your everyday people, rich and beauty. Strong and healthy. But the 8 of them all shared the same ordeal they were cursed with.

"Let's welcome our newbie, Emily Fitch." The counsellor stated as everyone waved and said their greetings. "Why don't you start today, Miss. Fitch." Emily nodded and cleared her throat. It was hard talking about this she had to admit, she hated it. But she needed to finally get this out in the open. She knew she would feel so much better.

"I'm Emily. I'm 23 years old; I'm gay and I also…" She stopped to clear her throat again and regained her composure. "I suffer from Amnesia; I had an accident when I was 18 years old. I have a good memory now but everything before that is just black." Emily said quietly as she played with her fingers, she shrugged as she said the last word. "I feel fine on most days. But, others it's just where did my life go?" She tried to nervously laugh. "Mostly I feel like I'm missing something huge in my life. Like, I'm not exactly my whole being yet. You know what I mean?" There were murmurs of agreements and nods of heads. "Sometimes I get flashes of a few things. I feel like I can remember, but I just can't make out if they're real or not." The brunette said quietly. "I just wish I had something more."

There ya have it folks. You didn't really think I really killed Emily off, did ya? I would be hated just as much as Jess Britain would be if she went to a gay pride weekend in California. Haha. I slaved over this all night again for you guys! I also planned to write a chapter of Poseidon but this chapter took a bit longer than usual to write, so I deeply apologize. There may be another chapter up of this tomorrow or it will just be Poseidon.

Reviews would be lovely. :] I hope I lived up to your expectations!

Nicholas xx