stupid-nickle: Well, here you are then! Don't go dying please! (Don't want that kind of thing on my hands!)

Amy90: Yay! A new reader (and reviewer)! Hopefully these chapters will answer your questions, and I know the name change is a little difficult to deal with, but maybe you'll be able to get the hang of it? (As for their appearances, they're basically the same exact people, I just wanted to change things up a bit, that's all). I hope to hear from you again, and I'm very interested in your own story! Please let me know when you've put it up!

flyingmole: I'm happy that you did like that, because I was so worried I was going to get a bunch of people to hate on me because of how my character talks to Jo. That's a relief though, so thank you! I'm so flattered that you like my writing (yaaaaaaayyyy!) and I hope you have fun reading the rest!

ooo a jellybean: True, I do have 40+ reviews, but a lot of those are from the same people (not that I don't appreciate it! I love the reviews) it's just that I would like to have them from a variety of people, and that compared to other stories that only have a few chapters, I don't think I'm getting a lot. But that's okay, I guess, because I think it'll just take a little more! And I thought the costume would be fun, especially since Ella has such a problem with revealing clothing. And I also wanted to put Jo in this. I know she did that whole thing with her mom in a different episode, but I thought having her in the clown one would be entertaining. And I looooveee "Bitch" and "Jerk"! Be prepared to see more with the coming chapters! As for your questions about her brands, and stuff about Zach and Dave... you're going to have to read! Thanks for your review!

Katerina-PetrovaWinchester: LOL I loved your reaction! Thanks for commenting on every single post I made btw! You're so supportive, and I hope you continue to be so with Part II! :D Thanks!

Well guys, as you can see, I decided to do Part II after all, YAY. (Don't you just love me?) I felt kind of bad, and it seems that people are starting to take their time to review. I hope the reviews increase, and maybe (just maybe) you guys get to see Part III. JK, of course you get to see it. I wouldn't do that to you! Enjoy!

Part II

16

"Yoo-hoo! Rise and shine sleepy head!"

I lifted my heavy head to find my roommate Sybil in her bathrobe smiling cheerily. I furrowed my eyebrows, thinking this image was vaguely familiar.

"Aren't you going to go on your morning run?" She asked me.

"My morning run?" I wondered. Since when did I like running in the morning? Since when did I like running?

"Yea," Sybil replied rubbing a towel on her head to dry her hair. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yea, why?" I asked.

"You sounded like you were having a nightmare." She told me. "I'm telling you, you watch way too much TV."

"I wasn't having a nightmare." I told her climbing out of bed.

It was the opposite of a nightmare, and I wanted to go back. I thought I could travel freely from universes now that I had my last brand. When I examined my hand and wrist, however, I didn't even find a single scratch. Where were my brands?

"Oh no?" She walked into the bathroom as I searched in my closet for something to wear for my so-called morning run. "Hey, Elyse?" She called, causing me to perk my head up. "Do you think I could come with you? I mean I know I just showered and all, but there's this really cute guy that walks his dog the same time you go running, and I wanted to accidentally bump into him, if that's okay with you."

"What did you call me?" I asked walking over to the bathroom where she was.

"Uh… you're name?" Sybil replied looking at me funny. "Seriously, Elyse, are you feeling okay, cause you're kind of freaking me out."

"Elyse?" I asked.

"Do you have amnesia or something?" She said. "Yes. Elyse!"

That was not my name. Something was wrong. How come people were calling my by something that was not my name? I mean, Ella wasn't my name, but neither was Elyse. What was going on?

"Can, I just have the bathroom?" I asked after standing there quietly for a bit.

She walked out and continued to get ready and I shut the door behind me. It was nice to have our own bathrooms in a dorm. Thank you Mr. Williamson.

I turned to the mirror and nearly fainted once looking at my reflection. My hair was still black and white. How did this happen? Nothing was making any sense!

For one, it seemed that I had never left at all, let alone for three weeks, my name was apparently Elyse, I liked going on morning runs, none of my brands existed, and I still somehow managed to look like Cru Ella Deville.

Then I remembered. The universe I originally came from was never going to be the same as I remembered, and would be changing as I transitioned to the end of my quest. So, what? My name was always going to be Elyse? I would never be able to remember the name my parents actually gave me?

My parents! Were they alive in this universe? Did I actually have a normal childhood with an actual family? Sybil's previous comment on my TV intake made me think otherwise.

What about The Hunt? Was that still running? Did I actually change anything in the episodes?

I changed into my clothes and tied my hair into a ponytail. I went straight to my laptop and was surprised to see that the screen wasn't its normal backdrop of the Savage brothers, but rather an image of the night sky. I shrugged this off thinking it was just a small change, and went to my browser and searched for "The Hunt". I only found links about the books. Maybe I needed to specify my search.

When I did, I found an entertainment article that read: Will 'The Hunt' Be a TV Series Within The Next Year?

No, because it already was. Did I change that much? Did I just get rid of an entire four seasons of a television series? This wasn't good.

"You look like you just saw a ghost," Sybil said.

She had changed into her running outfit as well, and began doing a few exercises in order to warm up.

"I wish." I muttered to myself.

I'd always known I wasn't a good runner. This was just a cruel reminder. I followed Sybil around a path because she seemed to know my running routine better than I did. We didn't end up seeing her cute dog walker so she cut the run short, saying her class was about to start soon.

I saw my schedule tacked to a board of mine back in the dorm, and it was entirely different from what I remembered. Instead of my Gen-Ed classes, I was enrolled in World Mythology, Ancient Urban Legends, and The Evolution of Science, Magic, and Religion, along with a simple Bio course.

Okay, so I was a freak. At least I could find comfort in the fact that that didn't change.

Surprisingly, I was a good freak. We had received grades for our midterms later that day, and I got A's in all my courses except for Biology (duh), which was new for me. I carried a reputation for having the worst grades known to mankind. It wasn't until late in high school, that I decided to start taking my education seriously.

I was a little amazed at how I was so interested in these weird courses. Over the next few days, I'd become so fascinated by these bizarre folklores. It was interesting, and I thought that maybe I was enrolled in all of these classes in this universe so I could be better at hunting whatever creatures I would encounter. The issue was just getting back to hunting.

How could I do that with no TV show? Did I have to wait until they started the series to go back? What was the thing that got me there in the first place anyway? Each night I would go to sleep hoping to be sent back to Bobby's home, and each night I was disappointed.

I thought about it, and after trying over and over again to transport myself by simply thinking of the place, I came to the dreadful conclusion that I needed to get brands. They were, after all, symbols of me entering the alternate universe. Maybe I needed to get all five in this universe in order to be sent back.

Unfortunately, they weren't easy to get. I had looked everywhere, and found the only places capable of getting branded in were at the other end of the country. Obviously California had a few places, but other than that there weren't any other options unless I wanted to do it myself (no thank you).

But California? That was so far away from where I was, how was I supposed to just up and leave? I still had a few months of this semester before summer, but no way did my aunt and uncle want me going to California by myself and I sure as hell didn't want them to come with.

I got a phone call from a Mr. Hirsch, or at least that was what it said on my caller I.D. When I picked up the phone I found that it was my uncle. Okay, so now his last name was Hirsch? Yuck. I wasn't going to call him Mr. Hirsch.

I did take this time to discuss my plans with him. He told me the only way I could go visit California by myself was if I went to school there.

"Why do you want to go there so bad?" He wondered.

I had thought about how I was going to answer this question if he asked.

"I don't know." I replied. "I've never been."

"You don't want to go to L.A. to try acting do you?" He said jokingly.

Right.

"I just wanted to spend some time there, do you think you could convince Emily?"

"I could try," He offered. "But only for a few weeks right?"

"Right," I told him.

Only it wasn't a few weeks.

After the year ended, and I hadn't once even dreamed about Zach and Dave, my aunt, Emily was reluctant but said I could go to California only because I had done so well in school and because the family forgot my 19th birthday. I was forced to go with my cousin Jeremy, who proved to be a worthy companion, even though he was repulsed when I finally got my brands.

I had them branded in the exact same spot, and I drew them out for the artist so he could copy them exactly how I remembered them, just to be sure that this would work. It cost a pretty penny, but I had saved up. The best part was that these brandings didn't hurt (or smell) half as much as the other ones.

"My mom already hates you for dying your hair." Jeremy told me once he saw them. "She's going to kill you."

I didn't care though, because after months of people calling me by a stranger's name, and having to sit through boring Biology lectures, I could finally go to that universe, and no way was I ever going to come back.

That night, I was so overjoyed I could hardly sleep. My body was a little sore in the spots that had been branded, but I knew it was worth it. I was going back to a place where I actually belonged. It all seemed like a dream.

I closed my eyes and awoke in what looked to be a convenience store. There was glass shattered here and there, and chains locked the front doors tightly. No one was in sight, but I heard dogs barking, and voices shouting and I was certain that they belonged to the people I had missed dearly. But I knew it was just a dream, because it didn't feel the same.

I was so heartbroken over the failure of the brands I thought maybe I was losing my mind. What if I had never actually gone to that alternate universe? What if my name was actually Elyse and I was just so delusional and obsessed with a book series, that I had turned Beautiful Mind or something?

But that was impossible! Clayton Smith and Grayson Shields were real people, and while they hadn't met each other yet, I knew that they would. I had seen—in some sort of past life—episode after episode, interview after interview, convention after convention, and there was no way that I was that crazy. No one was. The Hunt was at one point a TV show, and at one point I, Elyse Adams had been transported to it on a quest, and I was determined to go back and finish it.

That was why I told my aunt and uncle I wanted to drop out of school and stay in California, and even after Emily threatened to cut me off from any of her or her husband's money, I stuck to my decision. I said I wanted to do it because I wanted to try out acting, but to be honest that was a load of bull.

The truth was that I simply didn't want to go back. I wanted a new place and new people who didn't know me, and this was, in my opinion, a golden opportunity. I would get a job, and rent out a shit apartment, getting an occasional audition just to keep up appearances with my aunt and uncle.

It didn't really matter what I did, because I knew I had to wait for something to go back to that universe. The problem was I didn't know what it was that I had to wait for. But I would find out.

In three years, I would find out what it was that I needed in order for me to be sent back to Zach and Dave Savage.