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With no real knowledge on anything past the halfway point, may me gibberish make some sense. – Young Journalist from the Daily Cave

I may need to describe Lisa and Remus in more detail, fix gramma and check speling, move the seasons text out into another word file.
Prologue: You Dumb (un-)Lucky Protagonist You.
“Here,” said the young man as he reached out his hand to help his fallen friend. “Let’s not forget that I’m still winning at getting hurt.”
“Pfffft, you chose now to crack a line like that?” replied his lamenting friend as she gripped his hand.
“Well, it made you smile.”
“Thanks, but why’d you bother? I ain’t done nothin’ for you.”
“They were being mean to you; I just did as any friend would do.” The boy smiled and the now standing girl smiled back. “You’re always nice to me. Why is that?”
“Than what am I, if I am not? That I am, if I’m not nice, I’d be mean, so I think it well, involving you, better if I-“ The girl griped the young man in a tight bear hug and pressed her head into his chest, still not letting go of his hand. The boy thought it felt nice, he’d lost friends before for sillier stuff than what happened to her, she was one of the only people who didn’t abandon him and he would never abandon her.
“Just wait,” said the boy calmly. “And this will all blow over.”
The air felt thicker somehow, for both of the kids, things were heating up. Everything literally started getting hotter as red haze appeared around the pair. The boy’s shoes started to sweat and all his pores were too, a line of liquid tricked down his forehead.
The girl paused and looked around and then back to her confused looking friend. This is weird, she thought and then she felt a jolt.
A buzz of purple lightning flickered behind the girl and in less than a second it erupted into a wall of swirling purple and yellow clouds. It stretched with a radius of more than two and a half metres, touching the wall of the building they were near and the tin plate awning above their heads. Sparks flew from the tin plate and the wall cracked. The girl’s eyes opened and the young man saw her slip backwards, she was being pulled away from him and into the thundering mas of clouds. As she fell back, it was like she was just vanishing, not one part of her body touched any of the clouds but she was disappearing, the cloud mass was only around an inch thick, but to the young man it looked like it went on forever.
Before he could react (run), he saw is friend hadn’t let go of his hand. By the time he noticed, it was already too late. He was pulled into the clouds and to him it felt like he was falling, in all directions.
The cloud mass was shrinking and it closed just as the young man’s foot entered the swirling vortex of doom, leaving a slither of the bottom of his shoe stuck, melted into the concrete where he was last standing. The only thing he left behind was a piece of melted rubber, from the bottom of his shoe and everyone he had ever known. He would never be coming back the same again.

Chapter 1 : As It Just So Happens, You Are Still Very Much Alive.
The walls warped, the room started heating up, the wall mounted thermometers bubbled and the silver liquid inside rose up to a red line marked just above mid-way on each. Kant leaned forward with anticipation. He’s back, he thought. The portal unfolded (is the best word) slowly and consistently out and out, never breaking its round shape. Kant pushed a button on the arm of Toora’s throne and issued the command to shut off the power to the facility.
The lights flickered off and the fortress went dark, the only light came from the portal expanding in the Reflex Chamber. Red lights in the hallways and that one room deemed unimportant, clicked on bringing about with them another dull light source, which was all that could be mustered from the backup generators that were not powering the now lit, throne room (yeah he has a throne room, with its own private power source (it is shared with the room deemed unimportant)) and the Reflex Chamber.
The Reflex Chamber was becoming a death zone. All personal were warned not to enter for any reason. Toora’s whole fortress was heating up and the Reflex Chamber was melting. Kant didn’t seem too fazed about the situation; whatever happens, it’s a win win situation.
The giant fission generators on either side of the room were shaking, thumping at the walls as they tried to keep the portal under control. The giant cylinders were straining now, the liquefied neutrons that floated around in the rings that covered the tops and bottoms of the generators were changing from blue to green to a bright red colour.
The mercury in the thermometers was rising above the red tape that stuck to the outsides of each glass tube. Kant was staring, wide-eyed at the centre of the fission generators, the portal was almost ready. At the base, under the portal, there was a big iron disk with a four inch slit where the portal was estimated to stop. The portal was touching the bottom of the slit where it was supposed to not surpass, the big iron disk around the base of portal was glowing red and sparking violently where the portal was touching.
I wonder if he survived, thought Kant as he left the throne room. I hope he dies; it wouldn’t hurt anyone if he just left. No one deserves death like he does. Kant passed worrying engineers as he walked to the Reflex Chamber. A man tried to stop him as he opened the pressurised door. “Umm, sir.. You can’t enter there, it could be fatal,” murmured the worker, trying to keep calm.
Kant just looked at him and rolled his eyes. If I had been Toora, you would’ve been dead. Unlike Toora, Kant is not typically feared among his companions, nor would there be a reason to fear him. Kant, though he acts tough, is quite the gentleman to ladies and a caring boss to his minions (whom he refers to as companions, for no apparent reason, other than: ‘’it’s just something I do, LIVE WITH IT!’’)
Kant opened the big door and as he swung it open he could feel the hot air rush out and fill the corridor. The Reflex Room was cracking because of the sudden shock of the cool air rushing in, two of the thermometers cracked spilling mercury onto the ground, where it joined up forming a dancing puddle.
Kant observed the room, nothing seems too damaged. Another cracking sound rattled the room, shattering more thermometers as the portal expanded. Sparks shot out from the roof and sprayed from the floor where the big iron disk was turning into a white-hot puddle. A loud pop sprayed molten iron at Kant, but he threw up his fire retardant cape.
Holes started melting into his cape, so he ripped it off and threw it to the ground to his left. Kant stepped back towards the wall careful not to get the mercury get on his boots. There was now a big hole in the iron plate at the base of the portal where it had exploded outward. If Kant hadn’t had his cape he’d be in a lot of pain.

Kant’s lucky cape was one of many things that he had lost due to Toora’s schemes. The one lucky thing he actually had left was now full of holes and caked with semi-solid iron. Now Kant was about as normal looking as one of the high-rank tank-solders. People always laughed at Kant’s cape; after all he was the only person who still used one. Kant did look silly in his cape but compared to Toora, who dressed like an upper-class civilian with jade incrusted rings, he looked much more leader like. On another note: The last guy to poke fun at Toora died.

Kant winced, if he hadn’t childishly forward rolled to his right, the beam of concentrated energy would have evaporated him instantly. The cylinder of concentrated energy, with a diameter of about two meters blasted past Kant, giving off no heat or changing the temperature where it emanated from. It cut through the wall where Kant was standing, a perfect circle disintegrating everything it touched out of existence. Kant winced when he remembered what would happen when the beam died.
The beam blasted through to the outside wall of the fortress, carving another twenty meters into the solid rock. Oh no, thought Kant as the temperature changed again. But instead of the big iron disk under the portal exploding, a cyan mist split out across the walls covering everything, sealing of the big hole. The hole of freezing nothing mixing with the boiling oxygen could cause catastrophic problems for the entire of the fortress. Kant asked himself as he climbed to his feet. Has Toora saved me again? The Cyan-Shield, just another cheap and lucky contraption, stolen from Trident’s most well-known inventor: Eurrison Metadelorious. He wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face seeing his lamenting infamous Pink-Shield with a cyan coat and being used by Toora (with better than great success).

In all the rolling around Kant had twisted his left ankle. He limped over to the wall where there should have been a big empty hole and turned to face the portal. He rasped the fingers of his right hand on his good leg. “Now.”
A big flash of light and loud cracking sound saw Kant pressed up against the Cyan-Shield, his master Toora crumpling to the floor. Dark bags under his eyes, made even more prevalent by his ghost white skin. His Hair, a shiny mess of tangled split ends. The bringer of destruction dresses no more fearsome than an upper-class civilian. His dark brown suit shredded across his left arm leaving him with a pink scar where it had torn.
Toora clambered to his feet, still dressed in his dark brown suit, like the thing a lawyer would wear. “Kant… We should remove ourselves from this room. I asked it be depressurised as soon as Igot back.”
“Understood,” replied Kant, and another flash of light burned its way into Kant’s retinas. Instead of smashing into the Cyan-Shield he was pushed through it, sliding as he landed in the perfect cut cylinder shape made by a beam of concentrated singularity, which decimated that one room deemed unimportant and twenty meters of cave beyond that.
The square room was higher than the cylinder beam so it cut centimetres into the ground before passing through the other side, lucky, because if it hadn’t Kant would have landed on a full table. Toora summersaulted into the room, landed on his butt, span 360⁰ and slid gracefully into Kant’s lap. “That was disorientating,’’ he tried to say but ended up mumbling some gibberish (“Teat os hisoroinadiante!”).

Kant looked over his master’s shoulder and saw a metal arm holding a clear casket pull itself up into the ceiling behind the Cyan-Shield. “Is-“
“-that a human?” Toora said, in his voice proper and more superior sounding. “Yes… yes it is.”

***

The street lights flickered and then cut out completely. Now the only light source came from the giant blue luminous mushrooms that hung from the ceiling and that stuck out of various cracks and rocks. Passers-by stoped and looked up at the stalactites that shined from the light of the mushrooms. The lights flickered again and an incredible swirl of yellow and purple spread across the ceiling shooting out thunder whenever it came into contact with anything that could conduct electricity. Then from the eye of the yellowy-purple vortex of doom, a green mist which shun with a dull light spit out all the way to the ground, more than three hundred metres down. A sickening crack as all his bones broke echoed through the cave system, the pressure would have been too much for his body to handle, had something not have changed. The young man fell out of the portal, but his fall was slowed, like he was floating. The green mist was floating all around is body. He was an average looking boy for the most part but he did have one feature that separated him from all the other boys in his year, his golden-brown hair, it was long, and was (considering the portal thing) very neat, albeit oily at the top but silky and wavy at the bottom.
His graceful decent was prematurely cut short as the portal closed and the green mist disappeared, with no cushion to slow his fall, only luck could save him now. The boy landed with a sickening thud of cracks and twists. A normal person would have died falling from such a height in such a poor state but something in the boy’s body had changed to make him somehow manage to survive the thirty meter free-fall. No one stopped to help him; everyone kept walking with their heads down. Most of the people had umbrellas and cloaks on; it was raining from the cave top, big droplets of water fell from the stalactites and splashed onto the ground. Even though it was wet and the skies only light came from some big blue and green mushrooms, it was very, very humid.

Minutes pasted and the street lights turned back on, dimming the light the mushrooms were producing. The boy’s eyes started to shut. He had badly twisted his leg in the fall by landing feet first and his right arm by then falling hard on his back which also re-shattered into hundreds of tiny pieces. A loud ringing sound chimed in his left ear and though both of his eyes were open; his vision was totally gone in one. He tried to move his damaged arm from behind his back, but he didn’t have the energy. He didn’t even have enough energy to worry about dying, he was passing out. Through his good eye, all he could see before his body entered hibernation was the outline of a tall and well-built man. The boy shut his eyes, and the ringing stoped.

A bland, emotionless voice sounded in his ears. “You should wait in bed for a while, you can’t understand them just yet, I’m not finished my work here, if you do get up, don’t read anything, it could hurt.” As it ended the boy could have sworn that the voice was starting to sound human. “It begins to fall apart when you break it where it is needed. Keep your mind intact.”

The boy slowly opened his eyes. He was inside a house. It was a dismal old house, with no windows and only one light source, one very crappy light source, which hung from the ceiling in the form of a light bulb on a chain. The room he was in looked like either an attic or a basement but it was furnished like a bedroom. Slowly his vision came to and he could see more clearly that the house was decked out with some pretty amazing stuff, guns, swords, axes and even war-hammers. All mounted on the wall in front of his face. He slowly blinked a few times, staring at nothing in particular he realised he could see out of both eyes. His arm also didn’t hurt and his leg wasn’t broken, though, his memory was a little hazy. The boy was surprised he could remember falling.
He used his arms to lift himself up into a sitting position. He thought the bed felt comfy and it creaked under his movement, so he bounced a little before remembering more of what he had just been through. He winced as he sank back into the bed, his head filling the pillow. This feels good, he thought and he gritted his teeth, jumped back to sitting position and threw off the sheets covering his legs.

Blood. There was blood on the sheets; blood soaked sheets, now slowly falling to the ground. “Blood…”
The boy looked at his legs. “More blood…” he gulped, staring at the dried blood on his legs. He grabbed his leg and looked it all around. No cuts no scabs, only blood. He remembered scraping his elbow on the ground and his ear ringing. “A mirror, I need a mirror.”
His elbow looked clean; there were light blood marks, smeared in some spots, like it was poorly wiped. “How did I-what happened?”

Five minutes past and the young man climbed out of the bed. He noticed he was in his school uniform. It was mostly intact (not including the pre-worn cargo pants). The young man stared at the ground and sighed. A tear almost came to his eye. He hadn’t cried for three years, he wasn’t going to start today. When he looked up he saw the book shelf which he didn’t notice before, he walked over to it. There was something funny about the text on the spines though, it used English letters but he didn’t recognise the words, they definitely weren’t in French or Spanish, the boy new some words in those languages. He shuffled closer to the book shelf and with his finger he surveyed the spines, reading every word, looking for something in English. He found one with three English words: Sokinuir Zorutaux Ukeehuma Bcado: Save the World.
The boy pocketed the small book without much thought, he could read it later and it fitted snugly into his pocket. It felt weird staring at those words; it was like he knew how to read them. Jebadiah and Atoorami: save the world… The boy’s name was Jebadiah, things were getting weirder.

Jeb turned around and observed the room. One book shelf, one (he assumed) queen sized bed, one bed side table and opposite the bed a wall of weapons mounted on the… wall. Jeb walked over to the weapon wall and observed the details of the weapons. Primitive swords and war-hammers these melee weapons were not. To call these things primitive would be comparing a gun and a boomerang. For one; the sword had a blue crystal coloured blade, with green lines running up the sides and a handle with a rubber grip, most likely a really expensive toy. The war-hammer was a big silver coloured, heavy looking object, one flat side and one rounded side. The flat side looked short, there was a very long handle and the ball side looked as if it had been attached to a shock absorber.

Jeb turned his gaze to the left and saw a door. He walked towards the middle of the room and pulled the string that hung from the light. It made a click sound and the light turned off, leaving a faint red glow still in the bulb. The wooden floor boards he was standing on must have been rushed together or the house old. There was light shining through some of the tiny gaps. The house must be at least two stories.
He shuffled towards the door and turned the round handle, shut his eyes and opened. He wasn’t in an attic, when Jeb opened his eyes there was a hand rail in front of him. It connected to the wall on his right and left opens a gap near the wall to his left. Also to his left on there was another door and in front there were another two doors, one opposite the door he came out of and another opposite the door he was about to enter.
Jeb turned the handle on the door, this door was green with thick enfaces on nothing. Jeb pushed open the door, which lead to a pretty mundane bathroom. It was kind of… square. The floor was tiled and the ceiling looked as if it had been white once, some spots were turning yellow and others had rings of dark green-black moss or fungi growing. A shower unit was situated behind the hand basin on the left side of the room and a toilet was in the back of the room on the right side. Because of where those things were it left a very big bland space of wall behind the door where it looked like a bath tub was there once.
Jeb walked up to the hand basin and looked into the mirror. His complexion was whiter than normal and the purple bags under his eyes were gone. There was dried blood on his cheek, which looked like it had run down from his ear and someone had wiped it. Jeb’s eye colour was also brighter, but telling which colour was still damn near impossible; blue, no green, wait no, grey. Ever since he could remember, Jeb always thought he had a pretty unique pattern in his eyes. Jeb looked at his teeth, the chip he got on one of his canines was still there, but his teeth were whiter, like a new coat of enamel had covered his teeth. There were no pimples on his face either and all the blemishes were gone. Jeb’s bit bigger than the average nose looked good without being smothered with black-heads.

Thump. Jeb jumped and turned. He bit his lip and walked back to the door. Gently shutting it as to not give away his position, Jeb walked to the gap in the hand rail, took a few deep breaths, opened his eyes and placed his foot on the top stair. In his head Jeb could hear faint distorted English mixed in with slurred gibberish. Someone was exiting the door, the door just past the steps, it closed with another thud sound.

Jeb opened his eyes and released his grip from the hand rail, tried to calm his breathing but couldn’t get a hold of it. Jeb took another step down the stairs. To his left was a solid wall covered in paintings, to his right was another room, with what appeared to be a TV at the back. As Jeb descended the stairs he looked at the portraits at the top of the stairs, the pictures were painted and at the halfway mark they turned to photographs. On all the frames there were plaques whether they were copper, gold or a strange blue metallic colour they all shared the same family name; Termelon. Most of the first names were hard for Jeb to read, the letters seemed to shift and every time he tried to read them he strained and a faint static fizzed in the corner of is eyes. Only the last name was fully readable. Remus Termelon, the only name that Jeb could read and not feel sick, that’s 1/7 portraits that were readable.

The face of the man in the last portrait was very stern and pentagon -shaped, though, his skin was very pale just as if he had never seen sunlight before, his chin had a line sort of across the left side of his face; like a scar, his nose was relatively average and the only facial hair was on his eyebrows, which were very dark, albeit skinny and sharp looking. His dark-brown hair was parted in the middle of his head and it went down to his shoulders, from what was visible in the portrait, this Remus guy looked pretty buff. A weird suit for a photo, a blue velvet looking tuxedo, it suited him but also looked out-dated and the portrait was only a few years old.

Jeb was at the bottom of the stairs now; he could hear voices in the room to the left. There was an archway in the wall that, if he timed right could impair the view of those people and allow for an easy getaway. Jeb prepared to jump at the door, the voices stopped and he stumbled. As he tripped he stomped his foot on the ground. The room was still silent. He crept forward a little bit and poked his head around the arch way. The room was of a decent size and there were two people sitting wide-eyed at a big rectangular table in the centre of the room which looked like it could seat up to fourteen people; with six on each side and two at the ends. One of the people was a twenty year old looking man who was sitting on the end with his head turned towards the arch, he looked just like the man in the portrait. The other was a young and attractive looking girl who was next to the man already sitting facing the archway; both were sitting with their eyes opened wide.

The young girls gaze dropped from startled to meh and she turned to the older looking man. He still looked shocked. The man who looked like the Remus person from the portrait turned to the younger girl and started talking. Jeb got an instant head ach and was only able to make out a few words before collapsing to the ground; he could swear he heard the name Lisa spoken.

Chapter 2 : A Library Fit for a King.
The bland voice came back. “I told you, but you are an inferior child, I couldn’t expect you to have believed me, this is all going to be new to you. Don’t panic, whatever you do; you are invisible to those that can hurt you but not those who can see you. The girl is called Lisa and her brother is Remus.” There was a pause; the voice was now starting to sound like the voice of an old lady. “Do me a favour and ask if Lisa is Remus’s daughter.”
“Hey Rem! He’s up.”
“Coming.”
Jeb’s eyes opened, there was a cute girl leaning over him, she had a round face; deep blue eyes; skinny dark brown eyebrows; a pointy type button nose and a malevolent smile that showed of her abnormally long canine teeth. The girl’s hair hung from around her neck and was just a tiny bit longer than Jeb’s, it was platted all the way up to her head, her fringe hung in front of her face only just reaching the top of her eyebrows. The girl was trying to look into Jeb’s eyes and her brother, off to the side whom was looking for a place to stand was off to the side, looking for a place to stand. The cute girl smiled. “He’s thinking like us now, no gibberish.”
“That’s good; the doctor said he didn’t have brain damage.” The girl’s brother was leaning against the wall to the left of Jeb, with a bunch of bloody sheets in his hands. He looked confused. “Though, I am confused as to; how did he get down stairs?”
“He walked,” replied the girl.
The older brother looked at his sister blandly and then turned his gaze to the young boy. “And what is your name?”
“Uh, Jebadiah,” answered Jeb as he sat up. “Where am I?”
“The Termelon residence.”
“Err, no, where am I, like what city or town?”
“The poorer parts of Trident, well… Where are you from again?”
“Wagga…”
The young lady turned to her brother. “Rem, I can see it sortta… Lots of people too, he’s been living there for a long time,” the girl huffed through her nose. “He’s telling the truth.”
Jeb was a little confused. “Excuse me?”
“You’re special,” the girl said to Jeb. Then she turned back to Remus. “He has a block in his head, it’s something new, I haven’t seen this thing before, it gives him full access to memories but stops him from entering his own head, and it’s also degrading at a slow level. This block is supposed to wear out soon. I don’t know what else it’s stoping but…”
Remus put his hand to his chin and thought for a few seconds. “Hmmm, this is interesting, I know of a few people here who could do something like that, but I don’t understand what is so-”
“Special about it, I should also add that it’s stopping him from reading my mind as well. He can read minds too. But he hasn’t done it before. Its faint, I have to dig to see his colours but he is one of us, I’m guessing that he might be from here. He’s got a few colours by the way, all of which could almost match mine.”
“I’m sorry,” said Jeb.” But I have no idea what’s going on,” Jeb paused and looked at the girl. “Lisa?”
“You probably heard someone say that before.” She turned to Remus. “We should kick him out; I’ve got a bad feeling about this kid. Give him to the mission in Gdivan. ”
“No-no, Lisa,” Remus paused. “I don’t know if what you are thinking would be allowed, you can’t even properly read my mind yet, let’s just let him be for a while because I don’t think sending him to a prison is a good idea. He could have come from anywhere; I’ve never heard of Wager- uh Wagger. The least we can do is find his family, if he doesn’t have a family we’ll give him to the police to do with him as they see fit. Ok?”
Lisa turned to Jeb; she griped onto the bedspread and put her face close to Jeb’s. “I know you’re hiding something. Tell me, tell me now. Don’t believe what Remus said about reading minds, I’m not inferior and my powers are far more advanced than any perso-“
“Lisa enough!” Remus was staring at Lisa, but she didn’t remove her face from Jeb’s. “I saw him fall in front of me, he was hurt and the doctor said he has no record here. He’s just a kid so let him go! He still needs rest.”
“No I think I’m quite alright,” Jeb said with a smile on his face, which soon dropped. “Would you please start from the beginning so I’m not left hanging here? But please, uh, Lisa, could you move your face away from me, it’s nothing personal but-”
Lisa removed her grip of the bed spread, huffed and climbed off the bed. “He fell from the sky, he has no record, he was covered in blood but now he’s fine. There’s something not right about this kid, and why isn’t he freak’n out?” Lisa, now standing with her back toward Jeb, walked out of the room. A few seconds passed and she poked her head from around the door frame. “Don’t forget, if you do anything funny, I will… hmmm. Blow up your head!”
Remus yelled Lisa’s name and she stormed away slamming the door shut. Remus turned back to Jeb. “Don’t be worried by her, she’s just weird. She can’t really blow up your head… well, not with her training, anyway.” Remus looked at Jeb with a puzzled expression. “Why aren’t you worried? Do you live around here? I’d be worried if I were you.”
Jeb’s eyes narrowed and he swallowed hard. “Worried? Can’t you see me shaking? I’m terrified, I woke up in a strange house, and you say I fell from the sky, I don’t live here, I don’t even now this place, I’ve never heard of Gdivan! Yeah, like I’m not scared.”
Remus put down the sheets that he had in is hands at the end of the bed. “You came here with a friend. I haven’t told Lisa this yet, she’s probably listening to us now, but that isn’t too big of a problem. What I really want to know, is why you aren’t worried about your friend, before when you were in a pile on the ground, bleeding to death, you kept saying her name. You know why I brought you here now right?”
Jeb gulped. “I think so.”
“Your friend has the same name as my sister!” The colour in Remus’s eyes change from hazel to bright red. “I only worked out this was another person because Lisa didn’t recognise you.”
“Why… am I not sad…?” Jeb trembled. His eye twitched and he looked as if he was going to cry. Jeb cupped his hands onto his face and the whole room creaked, Remus felt like he was getting heavier and collapsed to his knees. Lisa burst through the door and the room weren’t back to normal.
“His block is bust!” Lisa ran over to Remus and hauled him to his feet. Jeb’s face was resting in his lap, his hands still covering his eyes. The room creaked again and Remus whelped. Lisa wasn’t as weak minded as Remus but she could still feel the strain of the power Jeb was releasing. A flash of purple coated the room. The dull roof light was outdone by the light that was emanating from Lisa. The light that was pouring out of Lisa started to dim and was turning to black. Lisa dropped to one knee, letting go of Remus in the process.
Jeb was still sitting in the bed with his hands cupping his face, not being affected by any of what was happening. He sniffed and looked up. Lisa was on one knee, grinding her teeth, straining to get up and Remus was face down next to her. Jeb jumped out of the bed, the room was dark. Lisa was pouring so much energy out of her body that the barrier she put up was thickening. Jeb bounced over to Lisa; he put his hand on her back and yelled her name. Whoosh! Lisa jumped to her feet and stared at Jeb with burning eyes, she punched Jeb in the stomach and the room lit up. The walls were a very dense, bright purple. Jeb hit the bed and all the purple shattered, it scattered around the room slowly falling to the ground. Lisa held up her hand and all the purple shards flew to her palm, her skin glowed where the purple was being absorbed. When all the fine shards were gone, she closed her palm and looked directly at Jeb.
“What are you?”
“Why’d you punch me?”
“I’ll hurt you more if you don’t can it!”
“Sorry.”
“You’d better be. I’ll forgive you for now, but only because you’ve calmed down and I see your head is clear.” Lisa half smiled, and hoisted Remus to his feet. Jeb was also on his feet now, he walked around the bed till he reached Lisa, she told him to help her and he put his arm around Remus’s neck. Lisa and Jeb walked him out of the room and down the stairs, too the right and into the living room. Jeb and Lisa put him down on a three person tan lounge chair that was on the wall they were facing, it had a pattern like the underside of a turtle.
“We could have just laid him on the bed,” said Jeb. “Or his bed.”
Lisa rolled her eyes and sighed, she obviously knew what she did was semi-pointless. Remus moved ans stretched his arms up into the air. “I would have been fine any… Yawn! Way.”
“Oh…” Lisa would have felt stupid had she not been informed by Remus of what to do (via telepathic conversation).
“Well, at least, we aren’t dead,” said Remus, trying to lighten the mood between everyone in the house. “Hey, umm, Jeb. Grab a seat and relax. The one next to me is comfy.”
“Thank you,” Jeb sat down on the lounge next to Remus. Lisa was sitting in a furry green recliner. The recliner was on the wall next to the archway, Lisa’s head was resting on one of the armrests and her feet were dangling over the edge, sticking out past the doorway.
“Please can you start from where you last remembered?”
“Pardon?”
“How’d you end up here?”
“Oh. Well…”
Remus was sitting up strait now, his head was turned to Jeb, and Lisa was staring at things around the room and picking at the skin on her arm. “It’s ok. But can you please tell it to Lisa?”
Jeb looked baffled, but before he could ask ‘why’ he felt like he just fell and landed on his feet. Jeb was standing in a brown room. Right in front of his face was a painting but no wall, it was hanging incorrectly like it needed to be fixed, but it was perfect in how it sat. It was a painting of a red bladed sword on a yellow cloud background, the handle was a marine colour, the guard had two ruby hearts at each end. There was a grey filing cabinet to his right and to his left was a window. Jeb walked over to the window, it was square shaped. Outside the window was what Jeb was previously looking at and when he turned his head he was looking at Remus. Jeb was still sitting on the couch.
Remus had a shocked look on his face, he turned to Lisa, “How did he?”
Lisa snorted, “I told you before he has the sae abilities as me, but still…” Lisa turned to Jeb and stared into his eyes and was teleported into a vibrant library of shifting corridors and flying books. Se clicked her fingers and span around to see Jeb reading a book. Jeb turned to Lisa, his expression was blank and his eyes were completely red. Jeb put the book back and shrieked; its eyes glowed dimly and sent shivers down Lisa’s spine.
Lisa mumbled some curse words under her breath, turned around and ran. “Why them, why now, why me?!” Lisa turned down a corridor to her left and a blue eyed Jeb landed in front of her, she punched it out of the way. Lisa kept running strait until she met a dead end, she stopped and thought for a moment and then turned around. The path was different, Lisa didn’t stop, she knew if she didn’t she’d get recorded. Lisa hates censors above everything else in life.
Jeb’s head hurt, first a brown empty room and now an infinitely large library. Jeb walked around a bit, looking at the different shelves, First Memories, How to Ride a Bike, Biggest Words I Don’t Know, and each shelf was as tall as a skyscraper, as but no bigger than fridge. Every time Jeb blinked everything changed in either colour or shape, but it felt natural, normal and not confusing. For Lisa however, whenever she blinked, she risked falling through the floor and never stopping. Whenever Jeb turned around, no-matter where he was all that he could see was a Pedi stool which rested just one book. The closer Jeb was to the book, the more he could hear voices, and they sounded like screams to him, like they were urging him to read it.
Lisa was screaming now, “Jeb, Jeb, read the bloody guide book!” Lisa turned around another corner, jumped a blank spot where there was only black and skidded to another dead end, but when she turned around, there was only another dead end, a giant book shelf, and climbing all over its books were hundreds of Censor Jebs, all with different coloured eyes, harbouring that same eerie glow. “Just like a hornet’s nest.”
Jeb picked up the big book off of the Pedi stool, the cover was made of a fine leather and the title was etched in gold, it read The Guide for Mastering Your Mind by… The name of who wrote it wasn’t there, this made Jeb suspicious but he still opened it, he flicked to a page in the middle, but it was blank. “Pfft, wasn’t that interesting kids… my mind guide are blank, ha.” Jeb flicked to the back page of the book, also blank. Jeb was about to throw the book down until he saw weird black blotches starting to appear on the back page, they spread out and made random letters, which then rearranged themselves into words, which read: Oh come on, who else reads books from the halfway point, and why would I spoil the ending?
The Censor Jebs shrieked and clicked their teeth together, one jumped down in front of Lisa. Its blank expression made even more prevalent by its cruel soulless eyes. “Please read the goddamn guide book, Jeb…”
Jeb turned to the front page of the guide book, and then got distracted by a flying staircase, a fling book and by just about everything else that was strange. “Alright, read, book, alright. Step one to mastering you mind is to keep it neat, if you see flying staircases, please cease to do so now.” Jeb looked up; only clear brown skies were above. “Step two, compact.” Jeb looked up and the book cases were creeping closer together in a neat sort of fashion, sort of.
A flying book case flew overhead; Lisa tried to make a jump for it but lost her footing when she saw a Censor Jeb rushing at her and she slipped over. The Censor Jeb tripped over her leg and landed on its face, it flailed around a bit before lying flat. Lisa used the chance to get back up and try to jump once more, “Oh, yes!” the staircase was still there. Lisa readied herself and sprang up and grabbed the bottom stair of the staircase and proceeded to pull herself up, but it disappeared and she fell.
“Step two, blah blah blah, keep every thin’ compact, blah blah blah,” Jeb shut his eyes and thought hard about how to keep everything compact and when he opened his eyes he was in that small brown room again, except instead of filing cabinets there were a set of four bookshelves, one on each side of the square room. Clearly labelled plaques were above each shelf. The floor was lined with a green fuzzy carpet and a crappy ceiling light hung from the roof. Now whenever Jeb blinked the room stayed the same, it made it easier to stare at things.
“Balls,” blurted Lisa, who wasn’t too happy to see the staircase disappear from existence before her eyes, before she hit the ground she thought about all the things her aunty taught her about clairvoyance and getting into people’s heads. Lisa smiled a sarcastic smile when she thought about dealing with the censors, Lisa really hated censors. It felt like forever for her to hit the ground, she just knew she was going to get booted by the censors and if she was going down, she was going down screaming.
Jeb jumped three feet at the sound of Lisa’s voice as it bored its way into his brain. Lisa hit the ground with a thud, the carpet ground only looked soft, there was still imaginary wood underneath. Jeb span around to see her flailing about with her eyes closed. When she realised how stupid she must have looked, she stopped, climbed off of the ground and brushed down her jeans. “What’ch you lookin’ at?”
Lisa looked around the room a bit, while Jeb waited for something to happen. Lisa scratched her chin and then looked at Jeb, “Where is the guide book?”
“Right here,” replied Jeb and he held up his palms. The guide book flew out of the shelf to his left and landed on his hands. “I read the first few steps.”
“Good, where is the recent memories shelf?”
Jeb turned around and ran his hand across one of the rows until he found what he was looking for, he pulled out the book and handed it to Lisa, she took it and without even opening it she handed it back. She had a grim expression on her face, lie she had just seen a person go through a mincer. Lisa was complexly intrigued by what she saw, a boy being pulled into a cloud mas only to wake up in her house. “Uh… Jeb, part of your memories were completely blank, do you know what happened in that time?”
“Sorry,” replied Jeb.
“I saw what I wanted to. I’m pulling out; I suggest you do the same.”
Lisa disappeared, vanished into thin imagined air. Jeb didn’t know how to get out of his head, he flicked through pages of the guide book, but all of them were blank. When Jeb looked back up there was a dark blue door in front of his face, he let go of the book and it started to fly back to its shelf. Jeb reached out to the door handle, it was a metallic purple coloured lion head, it looked fragile, a thick mane and sharp teeth were only emphasising its growling face, like it was ready to attack and the closer Jeb’s hand was to it, the colder he felt. A huge shiver was sent down Jeb’s spine as he wrapped his hand around its mouth, and when he opened the door an eerie purple darkness seeped out from around the bottom of the door frame, Jeb entered the dark purple room.
When he let go of the handle the door disappeared and Jeb felt another shiver. Jeb turned around and saw a lonely glass cabinet, housing only one book, Jeb slowly walked over to the glass cabinet, the book inside had a black velvet looking cover and white text. Jeb looked at the text, but it was in running righting and was hard to read, Jeb reached down to lift the glass lid off of the cabinet but was stopped by another person’s hand gripping his own.
“You’re not supposed to be in here, this is our territory,” said Lisa bluntly, her eyes glowed bright pink and instead of a beautiful long golden plat, he hair was black and tied up into puffy pig tails one on each side of her head. “Go away please.”
Jeb started to sweat as the Lisa stepped closer to him, the Lisa’s eyes turned bright red and she raised her fist to punch him. Dark red lighting twisted around her raised hand and just as she brought it down to Jeb, he was yanked backwards and thrown on the ground. The scary Lisa was gone, and Jeb was starting to sweat even more, his breathing was loud and irregular. “Didn’y you hear me, her? It said get out!”
“Lisa!” Jeb was happy to see Lisa’s upside down head com into view, even if all he could see was her mouth, Lisa was standing over Jeb and she was the one who saved him. “What was that,” asked Jeb, Lisa stood up, she looked down at him, raised her foot and with a cynical expression, slammed it down on his face.
Chapter 3 : The Dark Foot of Calamity
Jeb opened his eyes and nearly collapsed on the ground, the impact of his face being stomped on had nearly thrown him off of the couch, Jeb coughed like he was just punched in the stomach but he didn’t have any pain, just a short adrenalin burst from the thought of having his head stomped. When Jeb looked up he saw Lisa still lying across the arms of her lounge chair, she was curling her hair around her finger and even though her head was turned away from Jeb, one side of a big cheesy grin was noticeable.
“Are you alright,” asked Remus as Jeb straitened his back against the turtle skin lounge.
“I’m fine,” Jeb coughed back. “But she didn’t have to hit me!”
“It was a kick,” said Lisa.
Remus locked eyes with Lisa and then huffed through his nose, rolled his eyes and turned to Jeb. “What did you see? Do you know where you are from?”
Jeb looked at the floor and gulped. “I haven’t got amnesia, but everything that had happened yesterday was… I felt like I was falling and, then pain, lots of pain. It all happened in less than a minute, well, what I can remember anyway.”
“I’m not happy to inform you about this, but you have been asleep for six days. Didn’t you come down here with a friend, if you did come down here?”
Jeb gasped. “I forgot, Lisa, my friend Lisa grabbed my hand and pulled me into, pink, no purple, purple tunnel. Someone grabbed my Lisa and pulled her into a tunnel and the she had my hand and I went with her.”
“This all sounds a bit far-fetched, other than your head, which can lie quite easily; do you have some solid evidence?”
Jeb had his hands on his knee caps, squeezing them tight. “I don’t know everything started heating up and then I was pulled into the tunnel.”
“Heated up, hot enough to melt plastic?”
“I guess, why?” Jeb looked at his feet; it was the first time he had noticed that his shoes were taken off. “My shoes.”
“Were melting into your feet, I took them off and you had blisters across everywhere, less than an hour later though, your feet were almost completely fine. I called a doctor around after I brought you inside and at that point, your arm which was at the very least sprained was back in place. I can’t say I believe you, but because you are weird and how I found you, I’m going to have to believe you, oh and by the way, you stink. Go have a shower.”
“I stink?”
Lisa laughed and a tear came to her eye. “Well you’ve been in the same clothes for six days, probably more, so yeah; you stink.”
Jeb got up, and smiled at Lisa. “So you want me to use your bathroom and freshen up?”
“Not my bathroom,” replied Lisa. “At least you’ll be clean.”
Jeb, after feeling the burn of Lisa’s comment and deprived of any or the reaction he wanted decided to have said shower, he turned to Remus and Remus nodded and pointed to the stairs. “It’s the first door on your left when you go up the stairs.”
“Thank you,” replied Jeb. “I’ll go have it now, is that ok?” Jeb death stared Lisa, and he headed towards the stairs.
“I love controlling people,” said Lisa to Remus. “Makes arguments so much easier.”
Remus sighed. “You do realise this won’t happen again, he’ll work out what’s happening?”
“I know, but I don’t trust him, so I don’t care.”
Remus sighed again. “Everyone had been on high alert lately, pirates, bandits and other nasties have been sighted a lot more recently, I know we can’t fool around now. Do you reckon what he said was true, about him and the other Lisa?”
“I guess I have too, I looked in his library and what he said was there. It’s hard to lie when I know how to read minds. I like what you said about it being easy to lie with your head, classic.”
Jeb opened the door to the bathroom and walked in; he lazily waltzed over to the mirror and saw a smile on his face, which instantly turned into a frown. Six days had passed since he was picked up off the street, whatever chance there was of finding his friend alive was almost completely gone.
Remus’s muffled voice made its way through the floor boards as Jeb started undressing. “Jeb when you take off your clothes put them at the door on the outside, I’ll fix’em up.”
Jeb opened the door slightly and dropped his clothes on the ground, shut the door again and hopped into the shower cabinet. Jeb was instantly relived by the warm water as it poured onto his face, the light blue stained glass became all steamed up and the familiar sound of water going down a drain made him feel like he was at home.
After a few minutes the door opened slightly and Remus hanged a towel on the door handle and shut the door again, he then picked up the clothes and walked back down stairs. Lisa was still sitting on the recliner and didn’t look up when Remus walked pass her, but she still commented on the stink. Remus walked into his kitchen, which was directly under his stair case. Remus’s kitchen was in poor condition, the white mosaic tiles were coming off in places, it was hard to tell if they were supposed to loo like sea shells or rocks, the pattern was probably bland to start off with.
To Remus’s left was another room, a laundry, maybe, there was a washing machine and a drier, there was also a furnace and a water boiler. There weren’t any tile on the ground in this room, just a big grey concrete slab, and the roof was a couple of wooden planks with a red tint. Remus threw the clothes into the washing machine which was in the far right corner of the small room, and in less than a minute they were clean. Now Remus had to dry them.

Lisa was flicking through her memories to try and work out what was up with all the censors in Jeb’s head. Censors are the primary defence for unknown entities entering the brain, they are like the white bloods cells of thought, generally speaking, the more censors you have the stronger mind you have. However that isn’t always the case. “Yo, Lisa.”
“What is it, did you find something?”
“Nah, just wonderin’ what was up with you letting him into your head like that, seems kinda dumb don’cha think?”
Lisa stared back at her grey face, its happy expression completely opposing Lisa’s. “It wasn’t my fault,” replied Lisa. “You are the censor.”
“I could have killed him, you stopped me.”
Inside Lisa’s head there was nothing, an empty void with just her and her censor. When Lisa wanted information she automatically had it, well, something like that. It was hard justify but Lisa finally came to a some-what-conclusion. “His censors were attacking you through me, one of them must have gotten through somehow and opened the door between my thoughts and his… But he had so may, the chances of there being one conjoint one smart enough to do that… No, no. All of his censors were primitive at best.”
“Or,” said Lisa’s censor. “You could have been careless; I have no control over your actions.”
“I hope so.”

I hope no one thinks its crap. I've still got more to come...