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This chapter was really my favorite to write by far. The immensity of it was awsome to write...wait, what?
Chapter Four
Blind
"OFF WE GO! SLOW AS SNOW BACK THERE!" Ame yelled to Waas.
"That doesn't even make sense." Heather told Ame. "Snow can go quite fast downwards during a blizzard."
"Whatever, maybe I'm talking about regular snow."
"Regular snow goes in a medium speed." Waas looked at her with that blankness.
"Oh...kay. Whatever, you suck."
They had been walking/running for a little amount of time when Heather smashed into something.
"Hey, look!" Ame pointed to her. "She found those pesky invisible walls."
"Invisible walls?" Heather raised her hand onto her nose.
"Yes. Hel-lo? Have you been hearing me?"
"Yesh." Heather made the oddity of her yes on purpose.
"Well then, since were near the invisible walls we should be nearing the Sakura Garde-Oh, there they are!"
"Otherwise known as Hell" Waas poked Heather and said.
Quickly striding over, Ame was the first to make it.
"COMEMON!" Ame strung her words into one."HURRY UP, you snow people!"
Ame lightly rapped her hand against the door.
"ENTER!!" A voice boomed.
"Even worse than the Warashi." Ame said over her shoulder.
She kicked open the door, which somehow easily opened.
"I'll be right back, stay here." Ame ordered them, and slammed the door shut.
The two stood there and loud crashes and yells were heard throughout.
"What's going on?" Heather stared at the door, which behind them, people were probably getting killed for the second time.
"I don't know." Waas replied, also staring.
A final BOOM was heard before Ame finally stumbled out.
"Heh, quite the rough and tumble group in there." Ame said will holding her head.
"Oh yeah." She turned onto Heather."You go to the Truecolor for death one day from now, otherwise known as tomorrow. So how about you explore for awhile? Come now."
That was....such a....no...Heather kept walking, kicking all the rocks and pebbles she could see. She looked up. She had heard singing...she thought she had.
"
So hardly perfect,
So nothing works right,
We're still here,
And we have the world of our selves."
The person continued the words quite a few times. They then started "dunh, dunh, dunh,"-ing the song, whatever it was.
Whoever it was noticed Heather. She, Heather saw, abruptly stopped.
She looks like a...goddess, kind of. Such a...Heather realized, staring at the cherry brown hair bobbing some, the curls bouncing every which way.
The girl grinned a huge grin and said, "Howdy, you!" in a sing-song voice, breaking her god-like aurora.
"I-I'm Heather." she said without thinking for a moment.
"Well, I'm Cressie." She slapped whatever she was sitting on, Heather hadn't figured out what it was exactly.
"Huh?" A sleepy voice woke.
"Get up, you!" Cressie slapped it again.
It rose up to full height. It was a boy among his fifteens or so.
"OH! This is Frew!" Cressie exclaimed, hand planting on his head. He just stared into nothing.
"And we-!" she started. She lifted one hand and a small flamed jumped up."-Are partners in crime!"she finished.
"That's what she says or calls it."Frew pointed. Cressie snuffed the flame out by placing her hand back on his head.
"Who-WHAT are you?" Heather asked in a louder voice then she really wanted.
"We-!" Cressie, always enthusiastic, “are so-called...MODERATORS!"
"You forgot a sentence." Frew said, twitching a bit so.
"Uh....I'm sure they have a very profound reason for it...Quack!"
Heather gave her the, "OMG!-Weird!" look.
Heather stared at Cressie and Frew from a few feet away. Ame had taken them aside, and was explaining to them Heather's (very strange, she thought) situation. She saw Frew nod, and Cressie grinned widely, eyes glittering.
In a single moment, Cressie ran over to Heather, grabbing her by the shoulders.
"That's so exciting!" she squealed. "Me and Frew will be happy to help!"
"Speak for yourself," Frew muttered morosely.
"What was that?" Cressie asked, giving Frew the death glare over her shoulder.
Frew sweat dropped, and waved his hands in front of him. "I mean, I'm pretty excited too."
Cressie let go of Heather and started walking. "So, let's gooooo!"
Frew grabbed Cressie's collar. "Hold it right there."
"Whaaaat nowwww?" Cressie asked. "I want to explore! Awuuuu."
Surprisingly enough, Cressie actually looked chibi. Or maybe it was just all the anime Heather had watched before she left for this insane camping trip.
"We have to get Quiz," Frew said, then he reached out for Heathers hand. "Lets go."
Along the way, Cressie and Ame started singing some sick twisted version of the song Cressie was singing earlier;
"
Dead in her head,
Soon to be dead outside,
Just a rotting little corpse,
Stuck through in the ground."
Heather heard nothing until a giant sound of...air? came towards everyone.
"DUCK!" Ame said.
"Quack." Cressie said and ducked as well as Ame, Frew, and Waas.
Ame grabbed Heather and pulled her down.
Heather turned just a bit and saw the wall they were right next to was flaming open a hole.
"I-AM-SO-SORRY!" A voice greeted them.
"Practicing again?" Cressie asked the stranger.
The person stepped from where she was.(Maybe more of a run), and bowed
her head, her black hair falling out of line. She rushed her head back up, her bangs now funny looking. She set them into their place.
"Hi." She placed her hand out to Heather. "I'm Quiz. Oh, your human, ignore the outlandish name."
"I-"
"You are Heather, fell from a cliff into the Lifeless Sanctuary, taken to the Warashi, found out we are dead, taken to the Sakura Garden's, you’re going to die in a day, met Cressie and Frew, and are now here astounded by how I know this." Quiz cocked her head.
"How-"Heather was dumbfounded.
"I am not going to tell you."
"It's a secret." Ame told Heather, which Heather just remembered she was there along with Cressie, Frew, and Waas.
"Think
Tsubasa Resevoir Chronicles. Think Mokona Modoki. Think one-hundred and eight secret teqniuqes" Cressie advised her.
"She doesn't actually have one-hundred and eight; I'm going more towards ten." Frew came in.
"Same thing." Cressie looked over her shoulder, like she was telling this to a video camera, like this was all a TV show or movie.
"OH!" Ame remembered. "Since we have a group of six, we can board the Lost Shore train and head over to, well, the Lost Shore."
"That's a great idea." Quiz offered her opinion.
"It will be a night to die for!"
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Heather stared out the window on the train, while Ame and Waas argued about the actual speed of snowfall beside her.
She perked up when they passed a dead tree.
Then another.
Then another.
And then, it seemed, they drove right into a forest of dead trees. Heather pressed her hands against the window. Ame and Waas had fallen silent, and were staring out the window as well.
"Why-"
"Because the Truecolor is angry," Waas answered, as if reading Heathers mind. "All the land around her dies when it is... She's almost like the spirit of the Lost Shore, y'know?"
"Oh! Like the fairy in Legend of Zelda is the spirit of the Springs!" Heather responded automatically.
Ame and Waas stared at her blankly.
"... Never mind."
She glanced across the counter at Quiz and Cressie. They were sleeping, leaning on each other for support.
Heather chuckled.
And then the car beside them erupted.
The windows shattered, and Heather screamed, flashing back to the car. Waas grabbed her again, quickly jumping through the window, wrapping his trench coat around them both to protect them from the glass shards.
Ame climbed out of the window, Quiz and Cressie following.
"Is everyone okay?" Heather asked, voice shaky.
The five looked back at the train, which was now in ruins. The car had erupted and the train had come to a complete halt.
They all looked at Heather.
"Yes."
What was that?" Quiz asked them as many were screaming in the background.
"I don't actually know...well, we should be able to find out." Ame held her finger to her chin.
"Sakura does not get the point!" Cressie cried out, waving on hand rapidly in front of her chest.
"Oh, you read book eight?" Heather thought out loud.
"Book 1-through-19." was Cressie's reply.
"That's screwed. I need to read those, but they haven't come ou-"
"YOU ARE NOT GETTING THE POINT!" Ame told the two.
They set of towards the front-most part of the train, trying to find out what the heck made the whole train go, KAPLOOSH in the middle of two places. Hm...,Heather typed the words in her mind. Maybe the Truecolor did it.
"Well DUH he did it." Quiz leaned towards her.
'Wha-?!" Heather was once again astounded by this.
"Mind reading is another thing. Only when the 'spirits' let me."
"You are spirits."
"No, only those who have 'departed' the Lost Shore and the Lifeless Sanctuary are considered spirits to us here."
"We are here." Ame pointed while staring back.
The front was a smoldered dust storm, sand like particles floating and dancing around in the air.
"We found it." Heather added in her sarcastic comment.
A giant wall of-flames, was it?- burst from the ground. It burned down what was surviving of the grass.
Heather thought she had heard the words, "Let go, now, let death come" faint softly in her ears, but this must be what imagining things was called.
"Ah." Ame looked towards the graying sky, reddish brown flecks floating. "You followed us, eh?"
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Heather spun around just in time to see a young boy staggering from the ruins. He was much younger - about 6 or 7. Flecks of black gathered in his bright blonde hair. He looked up at Heather. His bright blue eyes glittered.
His eyes... Are almost unreal...
Someone was shouting beside her. But Heather didn't hear them.
The young boy smiled, he raised a hand, holding it out to Heather, and shakily walked towards her.
Then her world imploded around her. Darkness embraced her, pulling her from consciousness.
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"You stabbed her!" Ame screamed, tears forming in her eyes. "What the hell!"
Ame caught Heathers body as it fell to the ground. Blood dribbled between her fingers from the knife wound.
"It was the only way I could stop the ritual. The only way," Waas said, staring at the bloody knife.
Cressie pulled Quiz close, embracing her.
"The Killing Ritual. That scheming two-faced..."
Ame stared at Heather.
"Ah-ahhh... Waas!"
The wound was closing. It was visibly callousing over beneath the ripped open shirt.
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More
bloody scenes to come. I hope you have enjoyed it so far, we
slave work on it so much.
This has been;
~Kila. & Manaphy1128