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I choked, gasping for air. My arms waved, trying to swim, to get back to the surface, but I couldn't. The hand dragged me down and my lungs burned. I gasped and tried to breathe, but I couldn't. It dragged me even further. I couldn't take it. And then I blacked out. When I woke I could feel myself falling. I was still only half-conscious. Finally, I was able to force my eyes open. I wasn't underwater anymore. What? That didn't make sense. I was dying. That's what was going on, I was dying and I was having a dream first. But it couldn't be, I never had full memory of my life, and I never did in dreams. No, this was real. Then I had to figure out what to do. I looked around me, it was completely bright, and I appeared to be falling down a tunnel. The tunnel had puffy pink walls. I needed to find a way, I couldn't just keep falling until I hit the ground. Or could I? There didn't seem to be anything else to do. I was still falling, and then I looked down and I could see the ground coming at me fast.
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submitted by Echo, age Infinite, Couch
(February 5, 2016 - 9:41 pm)
(February 5, 2016 - 9:41 pm)
Whoa, Echo! One thread at a time! After you Warriors rr finishes, feel free to make another, but two active rrs at the same time is a bit much!
(February 5, 2016 - 10:39 pm)
1. I was bored.
2. That's pretty much it, next time I won't.
Edemame says abnu.
(February 6, 2016 - 9:52 am)
Actually, Scylla it isn't too much. Nobody has even went on this one to write.
(February 6, 2016 - 11:43 am)
I havn't read Warriors so- this one, then.
I hit the round with a soft 'poof'. Bits of pink fluff floated up from where I landed.
And then I looked up and saw the hole, such a long way up.
And the grating over it.
I got up and dusted the pink, sticky stuff off my pants, and looked around some more.
I was in a large circular chamber covered in the sticky, pink solid. When I tried to pull some off, it came easily. The tube/tunnel/hole was in the middle, that I could see. But what else was in this odd, pink room?
(February 6, 2016 - 4:29 pm)
I glanced around again. There was no door that I could see. I couldn't be stuck here! I had to get out! Where was I? Who had built this? Why? What was the pink stuff? I had to figure it out. I would investigate. The room was completely covered in the pink sticky stuff. I looked up at the grate. It was a very high ceiling, I couldn't get back up there. Could I get out? What was outside of the pink room? The stuff was soft. Could I dig my way out? I decided to try. I walked to a wall and started to dig a me-sized hole. The progress was slow, and I was covered in a thin layer of the stuff. I could see a light up ahead. There was only a thin layer of the pink, gauzy material left. I figured that I could just run through it. I gathered my strength and burst through the wall. A magnificent city lay before me.
(February 6, 2016 - 6:48 pm)
Is it too late for me to get in this? If it is, just ignore this.
I pulled the pink gauze off my body and stared around, amazed. This place was nothing like the place I had left so suddenly. For one thing, this place was warm, and the pink room had been freezing cold. The city was far in the distance, but I was pretty sure I could walk there by night if I started now, if this odd place even had night. I looked at the ground and realized that there was a trail of pebbles leading in the direction of the city. Should I trust them as my guide? There was only one way to find out. I decided to follow them, but before I started, I wanted to have just one last look at the place which had so rudely pulled me out of my home. I turned back to the pink room, my one-way portal from the land I had lived in my entire life, but it was gone. Vanished into the warm, still air.
(February 7, 2016 - 4:26 pm)
Thank you, and no it isn't too late at all. For this story anyone can join at any point.
I should have been surprised, but I really wasn't. In any other place or time I would've been. I don't think that anything could surprise me now though. I began to walk along the pebble path, my aching body protesting with sharp shoots of pain along my joints. Surprisingly enough, I didn't feel hungry at all. As I walked along the path I looked around me. The scenery was well...weird. There were no trees, but neatly cut, well tended topiary lined the path. The shrubs were cut in shapes of people, creepily detailed. The features on the faces showed emotions. Sadness, anger, jealousy. All the emotions that there are. But none were positive. Except for one. A giant, with a tight, strained smile on her face. It wasn't a real smile, it was the smile of someone trying very hard, because of fear. I shuddered, and picked up my pace trying not to stare at the shrub people. The rest of the landscape was flat and bright orange. The city was steadily getting closer. I had been walking for a few hours. It felt exactly the same temperature and brightness. For the first time, I looked up. What? I was wrong. I could be surprised. The source of brightness was a giant green flower, glowing with light. I could see it, but it was far away. I got back to walking. The landscape flew by and more hours passed. Finally, I reached some long stone steps, escorting me to the sparkling city. Maybe I could find someone to help me here. I descended the steps, entering the city.
(February 7, 2016 - 7:33 pm)
I gazed around, amazed. The city was huge, with grand, white stone buildings surrounding me as far as I could see. They looked official, like where the council or senate would gather, if there even was one. I slowly walked through the streets with my mouth slightly open and my head bent back as far as it would go as I looked at the splendor around me. Yet, in spite of my awe, there was a strange prickling at the back of my neck- as though someone were watching me... or something was very, very, wrong. I nerviosly glanced over my shoulder but saw nobody, not even an animal. I realized with a shock that I knew what was wrong with this place- there were no people! An enourmous city ought to have people but I had seen none. Still, that weird, creepy feeling made the hair on the back of my neck stand up and would not go away. I turned quickly, and thought I saw the end of a blue cloack flap into an alley between two buildings. I pressed a hand over my heart, which was beating so hard I could feel every vein in my body pulsing, and peered into the alley. This time I heard the tapping of shoes on the cobblestone streets, as though the owner was running very quickly. Without pausing to consider how badly this could go wrong, I rushed down the alley, after the footsteps.
(February 8, 2016 - 3:55 pm)
Thank you, Cockleburr for taking my nobody there hint. I wanted that to happen with the story so badly.
(February 8, 2016 - 6:39 pm)
Of course! Couldn't let that go to waste!
(February 8, 2016 - 9:41 pm)
I ran after the footsteps, darting through alleyways and running dowm streets. The feet were always a bit ahead. Rounding a corner, I saw the cloak disappear into a narrow alley. I darted after and got an arm around my shoulders and what seemed to be a very sharp knife pressed to my throat.
"You move, you die, stranger."
I gulped. The voice sounded male and very dangerous.
I got a hankerchief held to my nose and the world starte to spin, spin, spin...
Then everything went black.
(February 8, 2016 - 6:13 pm)
I woke in complete darkness, thick humid air choaking my breath. My head ached terribly from what ever it was that man had used to knock me out.
Sitting up I tried to think, to remember, to figure out why on earth I was here. I had drowned, of that I was certain, but had I really? It had felt like death, but why had I been drowning in the first place? Why? Suddenly, with my thoughts still whirling in my mind, a sharp pain exploded through my temple, causing me to fall to my hands and knees, crying out in pain.
While I was there, kneeling on the floor in the pitch black, a loud screeching noise grated my poor head in to further turmoil. I shut my eyes tight, gritting my teeth together. A small beam of white light shot into the room, and widened as what I now recognized as a door, was shoved open. Rough hands grabbed me and forced me to my feet, pulling my hands together and binding them with something cold and smooth. I was tossed from person to person as they drug me from the room, words being yelled, but I didn't understand them.
I drifted in and out of consciousness as they took me up stairs, through doorways, and across high walks. The pain in my head only got worse as I was paraded along. Then, we halted suddenly in front of huge black double doors. One of my captors, the one who had captured me in the first place, thundered on the doors with his fist. After a few moments of waiting, the doors slowly melted inwards, revealing a room filled with ambient light, windows taller than I had ever seen gracing the walls. And there, standing in the center of the room, holding tight to a stuffed pony, was a little girl, dressed in bubble gum pink.
I tried to focus my eyes, to bring the world back to me, but as I looked up into the black, black eyes of the girl, all I could remember was that horrible pink room. As I looked at the girl, her eyes got darker, the black of her iries was spreading, and her small little mouth turned into a sharp line.
Suddenly, a knife splitting pain shot through my head, and I fell to my knees, dragging down on the two men still holding my arms. 'Who are you,' the thought shuddered through me, 'why have you come here.'
It was the girl, I knew it was the girl, and she was wading through my mind. I had never felt so violated in my entire life. Another flash of pain tore through my head, it was more than I could take. The last thing I remembered was the floor rushing up to greet me.
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Woah.... Sorry if I made that a little to dark. Didn't mean to, it just sort of came to me.
(February 9, 2016 - 3:56 am)
I slowly came to again. I was sitting in a bed, leaves covering me. Leaves? LEAVES!
I moved my arms and they fell off. Phew.
A young man came into the room. "You woke up, good. I suppose she let up this time."
"W-who?"
"Eleni. The girl in pink. She has the sole biggest power in the realm, which you are new to. Welcome to Old Bridgeton. I suppose you came out of the pink gauze room, being new here. Random people are selected every year and tossed into the pink room from the Aboves, the city in the sky. I am Martin, and you are?"
(February 9, 2016 - 12:06 pm)
"I... um..." I stammered, "I don't know."
Martin raised one eyebrow, "You don't know what your name is," he repeated. I could see a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. I realized he thought I was joking, but it was true. I could not remember my own name!
"Well, yeah, I don't remember," I repeated. I hadn't really thought about it before now, but I realized I hadn't known what my name was from the moment I landed in the pink room.
"Ok, then, I'll give you one: how about..." he considered for a moment, "Pheobe?"
I shook my head.
"Beatrice?"
"No thanks."
"Ruby?"
"No."
"How about Asha?"
I considered this, turning the name over in my mouth. "Asha." "Yes," I agreed.
I tried to raise my head and get a better look at this person, but my head felt like it weighed three tons. I groaned and closed my eyes to get the pounding in my head to go away. Martin said, "You should rest for a while. It takes a lot out of you, getting a telepathic in your head. And Eleni's not a particularly gentle telepath, or a very well trained one. But anyway, I'm sure you have many questions about this place and why you are here, so ask away!"
I closed my eyes again to focus on what I wanted to ask. I started with, "Where am I?"
"I told you, this is Old Brigeton."
"The city, or the entire land?"
"No, the city we are in is Old Brigeton, the land is called Lo Rutzioy."
"What were those creepy shrub people next to the path of pebbles?'
Martin smiled sadly, "Those poor plants are all that is left of the people who went off the pebble path- and were caught by the Hogmyre."
"What in the world is a Hogmyre?"
"They are terrible creatures. Thankfully, only one lives in these parts and it has a fondness for turning people into shrubs. Fortunately, ancient laws forbid it from preying on people who stay on the path, but one step off and-" he shuddered.
"What do they do?"
"They prey off of essence. They steal your essence, your soul, the stuff that makes you be you, whatever you want to call it. They consume it and leave nothing but an empty shell, which they must change into something else. This one makes bushes."
I was really glad I had stayed on the path.
(Eevee says 'ounr', which is almost owner. What do you own, Eevee? Also, I'm sorry I made it so long! I had a lot to say!)
(February 9, 2016 - 2:13 pm)
I did rest for awhile, a few days in fact. Or it felt like that. There didn't seem to be day and night here. Just an endless cycle of time. Martin came back a few times. I had a lot of questions, but I kept them to myself for now. I was restless, constantly feeling like I needed to be somewhere. I wanted to move, to walk far. But Eleni had taken a toll on my mind. I slept a lot. Finally, one day I felt better. I told Martin, but he told me that I should stay, keep resting. I didn't want to. I begged him.
"Martin, can I go? I feel better."
But he always said the same thing.
"No, you will be needed soon." Needed? Needed for what? I asked him, but everytime I did he simply walked out of the room. Eventually, after a few more days I came to a decision. I had to escape. I would need a few provisions, but not many. This world was strange in many ways, one of them being that nobody, including me, seemed to need food or water. This was one of the pros, in my world I would have needed to pack a lot of this, but here I would need weapons and clothing. Not much else was needed. I noticed that Martin carried a knife. But how would I get it from him?
(February 9, 2016 - 3:41 pm)