Hide and Seek

A/N: I didn't know how to continue. So I decided to make a side story featuring the fallen six. Take it with a grain of salt. Not really humor.

Thrown into a hole because everyone thought he's a witch.

That, people, is not justice.

Jason thought his life would end there, falling into a dark ditch. He'd be a splat all over the floor. His life slowly flashed before his eyes, realizing he led a boring but painful life. That all faded away when he noticed he was still alive seconds after he was thrown.

Groggily, he got up, patting his head for his cowboy hat. It was still there, safely worn over his soft brown hair.

How was he still alive?

Jason got on one knee, holding his aching body, as he looked around. The light helped him see the rocky caverns and the patch of flowers he fell onto. They were yellow, his favorite color. Jason tipped his hat up, looking above at the white circle that was his exit. The climb up would be tough, but nothing he can't handle.

His thirst for justice was pushing him forward, driving him towards a single goal. Getting out of here and stamping the mark of justice on the townsfolk.

He was eleven. Had a strong imagination of being the hero. Also had that giant ego most children have.

That sense of being the center of everything.

He still had a life ahead of him that he never accomplished. Even with all that, he still had a boring life. But only this day, it was painful.

Jason limped over to the side of the cavern walls, brushing his warm fingers against the cold hard rock. He displayed disgust over his now chalky hands, and dusted them away. He contemplated up again, trying to form a plan to get out, while also wishing this wasn't happening.

There were vines draping over the stony walls, low enough for him to see but too high for him to reach. He thought he could use them. Make a rope or something.

He pulled out his empty gun out of the leather holster on his waist and aimed it at a cluster of vines.

He pulled the trigger and yellow bullets spewed out and attacked a row of vines. They fell with a heavy smash against the ground. A puff of dust circled the area.

Jason put his gun back into the holster nonchalantly.

It was his secret. He kept this from the townsfolk, knowing that they'd think of him as a witch. But after his father's unfair execution, Jason wanted justice and tried to shoot those who he deemed bad. It was shortlived, and by the end of that day, he was at the bottom of this pit.

He gave a loud sigh, going over to the vines and started working on them.

He worked a lot in the house when father and mother didn't entertain him. He made knots and strong ropes in his spare time. Father would appreciate it and sell them for gold, while mother put it around as decoration in the house. They were always appreciative of him. He was a good child to them, since he never stood out of line.

Which meant he was boring. Not taking risks. Not fun to the other children.

Of course, they would all go sneak and ride off with their parents' horses. Maybe dare others to touch the lone cactus in the middle of the desert town they called home. The sheriff didn't mind them. Children were reckless, he would say.

After a while, Jason finally made a sturdy rope, which were just vines bound together and tied end to end.

Now, all he had to do was...

"Aw, horse manure!" he cursed. "I can't climb up there if the rope is right here with me!"

Jason was about to give up, but his want for justice prevailed.

He slung the rope over his shoulder and tied it into a loose knot, securing it but loose enough so that he could untie it, to tie the rope to the end of the lowest vine. He knew he wasn't going to climb the pit in a single try, he made a plan that this rope would be there so it would be easier to climb if he failed and fell in again. That way, his effort won't be in vain.

Jason had a thought of just giving up there again, but he forced himself to scale the side of the wall. At first, it was easy, pulling himself up with stones that peek through the wall. Then, it got harder. His fingers were dirty, scraped or slippery with dust, and his arms would complain about his entire weight. He only got to a few feet, before he decided to rest. Sweat washed over his face, which he couldn't wipe or he loses his grip. His heart jumped whenever he lost balance.

He held himself close to the wall, his muscles were in excruciating pain, and he had made it to twice his height. In all honesty, he was not very tall.

Suddenly, Jason felt himself slipping. It didn't help that his vision was darkening and that the back of his brain was telling him that he had pushed himself to the limit.

He imagined his mother's grief-stricken face, and knew he couldn't lose. Mother was alone. Father's death wasn't fair. He sought for justice.

He kept pushing forward.

Not another inch and already Jason began to slip. The soles of his boots tried to grab onto some foothold, but it repeatedly slid off. His heart jumped out his chest as he knew he didn't succeed. He could try another day, perhaps, but... he didn't feel like that was gonna happen in his exhausted state.

Ultimately, his body failed, and he fell back. His vision draining color and all life sucked out of him.

He failed.

Karen loved her parents very much.

She loved her friends and family and gave them all the kindness they deserve. They all loved her back, cherishing her kindness. Everyone in town thought she was the best kid the world could have. She was generous, caring, friendly, polite... almost every good quality a person could have.

So, why?

Why did she of all people wander off into a hole?

She was trying to make breakfast for her parents. They loved her scrambled eggs and ham sandwiches. The way she made them and hummed in the kitchen, merrily going on with her life. She was so nonchalant with a content smile on her face. She had already prepared the food, when Toby (her pup), suddenly bolted out the door and into the forest. Karen followed him, not wanting him to get lost in the woods.

She brought her frying pan to try to get Toby to smell in the air what she had recently cooked so he would come back. Frankly, he never did. So, Karen kept trekking in the woods, holding a frying pan and wearing an apron that was stained due to a barbecue accident. She berated herself for looking like a total idiot in the woods.

Slowly, she tried to listen for Toby, but she had a misstep, and her foot went all the way through the autumn branches and leaves. Her whole weight carried into it, and she fell into the covered rabbit hole.

Karen landed on something soft.

When she woke, she had a mouthful of petals that she had to spit out. As she regained her full senses, a sense of dread came over her as she realized she had fallen into a deep hole. Looking up, she could only see a white circle that led to home. And surrounding that white circle was the dark, mysterious walls of this cave. Her eyes went down and she found herself on a bed of flowers, with another boy laying on his side.

Immediately, she stood up, focusing on this boy closely. He was wearing a cowboy hat, a yellow shirt with a sleeveless jacket over, and then a pair of jeans, topped off with cowboy boots. There was a sturdy vine wrapped around his torso. He also had a gun holster, but the boy didn't look older than twelve.

She was twelve years old. Fallen into a deep hole. And the only other person around was a boy who looked like he lived a hundred years ago. Her parents and friends must be so worried about her. She hated feeling guilty of something like that. And Toby! What would happen to him?

First, she decided that she should ask the little boy if he knew something. Maybe he came here often and knew the way out. Why else would he be here, sprawled out and dozing off? It couldn't be that he had accidentally fallen in here as well... the hole was covered with twigs and leaves when she got there. It was hidden well.

"Hey," she gently prodded the boy. "Um, excuse me? Do you know if... Uh, hey..."

"Mother," he mumbled in his sleep, drool coming out the side of his mouth. He grumbled, his facial expression twisted into contempt. "What's wrong?"

"Uh..." Karen chuckled softly, "...I'm not your mother."

The boy's eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to his senses. He rubbed his eyes, gradually sitting upright. Suddenly realizing where he was, he stood up immediately, face engulfed with rage.

"No. No no no no NO!" he screamed, rushing over to the stone wall. He looked up at the exit, the bright circle was the only thing helping them see. He hurriedly tried to get out, climbing the first few feet with invigorated energy, before falling to the rocky ground with a painful THOOM.

Karen gasped as she went over to his side, hand gripping the frying pan so hard her knuckles turned white. She had to admit, she was frightened when the boy's actions were utterly relentless and savage, but as she looked over at him, she noticed he was curled up into a ball and bawling. The poor boy was scared of this place too.

She rubbed his back as he cried, helping him let it all out.

After a while, his crying stopped and turned into light sniffles. Karen hugged her legs close to her body, watching the cowboy look at the ground with unhindered rage.

"You've been trying to get out of here as well?" Karen asked softly.

He nodded, glancing up at her. Her dress was foreign to him, as he didn't know what she was wearing. He dried his tear-stained cheeks with the back of his hands. "Did you get thrown in here like me?" he inquired.

"No, I've... fallen." Karen was concerned about the boy's question. Why would anyone throw a kid down a hole?

Jason looked at her funny.

"No. That's impossible. You couldn't have just... fallen."

"Well, I did." she replied.

"Then you're stupid." he accused.

Karen blinked, "Stupid?"

Jason rolled his eyes, tipping his hat ungraciously. "Nobody could've accidentally fallen into this hole. It's pretty out there."

"It was covered with leaves and branches."

"You couldn't walk around the leaves and branches?" he retorted.

Karen was utterly confused by him. "It was autumn. The forest drops leaves and branches everywhere. I can't walk around that."

Now Jason was utterly confused by her. "What do you mean "forest"? There's no forest around here."

"There is..." Karen frowned. This wasn't making sense. Unless she was crazy or he was crazy, there was no sense or logic to what they know. She looked at his outfit again. "Um, let's start over. I'm Karen Lane." She held out a hand.

Jason stared at it.

"Never heard of you. Also never seen you before." he remarked suspiciously. But he kinda took a liking to her. She felt right, like how justice felt right. He gave his name. "My name's Jason Trent."

Something about that name made Karen think. She thought she knew that name somewhere before. She shrugged it off as a coincidence.

"So, how long have you been here?" Karen asked.

"Only for a day." Jason sighed, tugging at the vine slung over his shoulder.

That didn't help Karen. His story didn't add up. If he's only been here for a day, then... Ugh, it made her brain hurt. The only thing she could think of was that he'd been imagining things. Nothing added up. And it didn't help her that she was a stuck in a hole with this other boy who didn't know how to exit the place either.

There was another way that they could use. And they both knew the other knew, and didn't like it. The silence was tense while Karen stared into the darkness of the deep cavern to their side.

Jason followed her line of sight. He merely snorted at the idea.

"I think... we could find a way there." Karen pointed. In the back of her mind, she knew moving would be bad because the hole would be the only way for anyone passing by to see them. And going into the caves would hinder any chance of people finding them.

"You're not serious?" Jason asked as he squinted at her. He stood up and dusted himself. "I could still try to climb the walls..."

"Uh, you do that." Karen shrugged, a small smile evident on her face. "I'll go... do stupid stuff."

Jason had this feeling he shouldn't leave her. He didn't understand it. There was an itch in him that wanted to guard her. He thought it was because he sounded like mother, and her blond hair and was unusual. It looked smoother than others. So, as she went deeper into the cave without any hesitation, he followed her closely, keeping an eye out for her.

A/N: Sorry, but this miniseries is all I can think of for now. Just think of it as my April Fools' joke. For the month.