We |Fell| §omewhere {Piscatus Plot}

Silver Emmend

Hush, now.
No more lies.
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I look up at Captain Obvious (I really should learn his real name since he's being nice to me), my silver eyes round and filled with tears. The whispering and wailing stops, but I continue to cry, tearing my eyes away from him and looking down. I wrap my arms around my legs and pull them close, my back shaking as the reality of everything just crashes down on top of me. I'm here. I'm in danger. And I'm totally alone, except for maybe this young man. "I'm only fourteen," I murmur as my sobs begin to quiet down. "Only fourteen..."

I sniff, realizing that he's right. We have to go. I lift my head slowly and push a lock of silver hair behind my ear, gazing up at him, shaking and still silently crying and absolutely terrified. He said that they'd get me home, but that doesn't add up in my head. I tilt my head to the side slightly, pulling my bottom lip between my lip and considering him for a moment, trying to figure out if I should believe him or not. I want to make him promise, but then I'd sound like a young child, and I've already made a fool of myself. So instead, very cautiously, I say, "But... but you hate me. Why would you help me get home if you hate me?"

It's a plain question and accusation that I know to be correct. They do hate me, for reasons unknown. So why would he suddenly be reaching out to me? Without waiting for an answer, I stand up stiffly and lean against the wall for support. My legs are shaking so much it's noticable, but I brush the tears away from my face and stand up as tall as I can. "I'm almost fifteen," I tell myself. "It's time to grow up."[/color][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

Yucca Ephedra

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Yucca knew she had to get down there the second she saw Silver collapse with an awful sob. All of her fear and horror dissolved into pity for her friend, and before she knew it, she was sucking in her breath and crying out, “Silver! Up here! It’s okay!” She swallowed down any doubt that perhaps it wasn’t “okay,” which was bluntly obvious to anyone who understood the situation, but Yucca knew she had to comfort Silver.

She turned and stepped down onto the ladder. However, slippery with blood, Yucca lost her footing and toppled downward with a shout. It was just to luck to land painfully next to the beheaded body of the man, his head on the other side of her. Her next scream was a mixture of her anguish from falling again and further bruising her arms and the horror of falling in a puddle of blood, in between a head and its body. All of her pity for Silver died away and now she was the one leaping up and shouting out, “NO, NO, NO! Make it go away!”

For Yucca was merely a child and she knew it.

“Promise me you'll come back, Yucca. You'll come back, right?"[/i]

"Of course, Net. It's just a wedding, I'll be back before you know it."[/i]

Just a wedding?! No, this was something more sinister. Something more horrifying. In her struggles to her feet, her straggling to get as far away from that body, Yucca found herself clutching Silver’s shoulder. Just two crazed girls. Nothing to see here.

“Silver,” Yucca cried, frantically, “we have to get out of here. I don’t want to be here anymore either. This isn’t right anymore, aw, well, damnit!” Yucca never cursed. Never. “There isn’t anything right. Please, we have to figure out a way.[/color][/size][/blockquote]

Silver Emmend

Hush, now.
No more lies.
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Too much.

I breath heavily as I watch them both with wide eyes. When she holds out her hand, I shake my head and push it away, hoping she can't feel my own hand trembling. They're crowding too close and I back up, pressing against the wall like a cornered animal. I'm frowning, trying to make sense of it all because they hate me and this feels so much like some kind of trap. Somewhere, very deep inside, I know that I'm being paranoid. I know that stress and the fact that all these people despise(d?) me is clouding my mind, making thinking normally almost totally impossible. I know that I should trust these people, because they are offering me kindness and that's all I've really wanted while I've been down here, right? I know that now is not the time to make stupid accusations of people liking me and not liking me.

But these thoughts are like mist in the back of my mind- I know them, but they aren't fully formed enough for me to completely recognize them. More alert, instinctive thoughts come and go in bright red flashes that are harder to ignore, and alarm bells are going off in my mind. I shake my head, knowing that I should be annoyed by what the girl said and would normally be calling her stupid and telling her that I had just sat in sewer water, but instead I hear myself whisper, "But you hate me." The wrinkle between my eyebrows deepens, and I gaze at the boy again for a moment, my eyes wide and confused and searching for answers, before I look at her again. "You hate me, so just- just don't- stop acting like- just leave me alone." I finally manage, shoving my way past her. I don't know what's causing them to all be nice to me all of the sudden, but anger replaces what was once fear and confusion. They don't deserve a second chance.

After passing them, I hesitate for a moment. I know I should stick with the group, but right now I don't want to be around people. I want to be up on the beach, alone, so that I can go for a swim and think about things. Swimming always clears my head when it becomes too jumbled. I draw my lower lip between my teeth, debating. I'm about to decide to leave the group despite the dangers when I hear her voice.

And I almost faint.

Wandering along at night, watching the moon rise above the horizen. Jumping, falling, hitting something solid underneath the dock. Damp, cold stone underneath. Cool, crisp air. A flash of white. The smell of the ocean.

"You look kind of... upset. Is something wrong? Would you like me to leave?"

"No. There's nothing wrong. No, you can stay if you'd like..."

I blink, because suddenly she's not there, in that memory, but she's here. Standing right in front of me, eyes wide, beautiful hair as white as ever, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I feel so relieved that I could start crying. My heart is beating wildly, but looking into her eyes I feel oddly calm. It's the thing I've been wishing for ever since I lost her in the fire- that she'd be with me so that we could work things out. I'm not alone anymore- I have her, and I know she's alive. That's enough. And- to my surprise- I smile.

"Yucca," I breath. And then I am crying, tears of joy gliding down the curve of my jaw as I launch myself forward and wrap my arms around her, as if to make sure that she's solid, she's real, she's here.

After a moment, I pull away, feeling so much calmer, and it's like everyone else just disappeared. Like it's just me and Yucca, and I feel so happy because I know for a fact that Yucca does not hate me. "We will figure out a way, Yucca. I'll protect you. I won't let them hurt you. We'll get off this island, and it'll all be okay. You'll go home. I promise."[/size][/color][/blockquote][/justify]

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