Not Quite Parallel

{9} Immobile

 HOLY SHIT I HAVE 300 READS AND OVER!!!! I AM HAVING A HEART ATTACK RIGHT NOW!!! SCREW THE COMMENTS YOU GUYS CAN HAVE THE NEXT CHAPTER NOW!!!!

Dedicated to Kanekeei for Cyan, who is modeled after himself. 

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RORY POV

It has begun to rain.

I can’t move from where I am. My muscles aren’t obeying my commands.

Damn you arms, move!! I thunder at them, in time with the thunder outside.

It’s so excruciatingly cliché that if I could move enough to throw up then I would.

I groan and with a massive effort I roll onto by back, staring at the sky as it roars its annoyance at the planet.

This place is so much like home that it hurts.

I know I’ve been gone for only a few hours, but I miss home more than I thought I would. I even miss my brothers, for the first time since I was a preppie in school I want my mum. When thoughts of my parents float in front of my vision, I see for the first time in three years, my fathers washed away blue eyes hidden behind glasses, with his chubby red face grinning at me.

The tears that had run themselves out ages ago start back up again with more force. 

Five minutes later and I had recovered enough energy to sit up and lean against a street-lamp. It's light is slightly warmer, and I wonder if it's powered by those solar-powered crystals that Rayne told me about. 

The rain continues, but with less force. 

This world is confusing. What makes everything talk? Does everything have a brain and a mouth? If so where does a table keep it's brain? It's a flat surface, so how big is its brain? 

This planet is the most advanced for a reason, it's advanced because everything can tell you how it works and how to make something just like it. 

I draw circles in a puddle. It's the cleanest puddle you'll ever see, because this planet has it's own solutions to pollution, everything is either hydro powered by people with symbols of water, or just solar powered, controlled by people who have the sun as their symbol. 

This world intrigues me. 

"Are you alright?" A voice chimes in behind me. 

I turn, expecting to see a person standing behind me, but no. There's an animal that's bigger than a normal house cat, it has very wide green eyes and leopard patterned fur. 

I sigh, "I'm . . . lost." I reply honestly.

The cat blinks, “Hi Lost. I’m Rowen, it’s nice to meet you.”

I wipe my nose and smile. “That’s not my name, my name’s Rory. And I mean I can’t find my way. It’s nice to meet you too.”

It blinks again, “Oh. Hi Rory. I’m Rowan it’s nice to meet you.”

I smile, “Hi Rowan.”

She slinks over to me and plonks her head on my knees.

“Do you want me to help you find your way?”

I look at my hands hopelessly. “But . . . I can’t move.”

Rowan’s eyes narrow a bit, but her green eyes are warm. Maybe her version of a smile? “I’ll help, just take it one step at a time. It’ll get better I promise.”

She rubs her head against my calf, and for some reason warmth spreads throughout both legs. Restarting the muscles and giving them energy.

I push myself up with Rowans help. “Thanks a lot Rowan.”

“I’ll take care of you.” She head-butts my hand and feeling returns to it, just like my legs.

She begins to walk. “Follow me.”

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I don’t know what possesses me to follow Rowan; maybe it’s because she’s just being herself, helping me out of the goodness of her heart.

Maybe it’s because I threw a tantrum and I don’t want any pity.

As Rowan leads me through the winding streets. I can’t help but feel like I’m in some sort of fairytale, or a story, it all seems surreal. I can’t believe this is actually happening. How can I be this sick already? How can I be sick? Period. Is it genetic? Is it how my Dad died? . . . no it can’t be, he doesn’t have any alien blood. Then how is the virus passed on? What does it have to do with the Andersons and the Kings being sent to earth?

Maybe they got sick like me, maybe Mary King passed the ‘One Way Ticket’ onto her family members and when it was discovered that it was contagious,  they were sent to earth.

But what’s the link between the Kings and the Andersons?

Say that this hypothetical situation is true, then say one of the Kings knew an Anderson and passed on the virus, that would have infected the Andersons too. That’s how they discovered the contagiousness of the disease, and to stop the Contagion spreading any further they sent all those infected to other planets using portals.

This hypothetical situation is sounding very possible to me.

“We’re here!” Rowen announces, interrupting my thoughts.

“Here?” I ask her, confused.

“Were at Cyan’s house.” She blinks at me and slinks forward, jumping on the fence and using her paw to push the small picket fence open.

 “Cyan? Who’s that?” I walk up the path as she slinks after me.

“He leaves food out for me and my kittens, and sometimes he even leaves out milk. I looooove milk.” Her eyes get all dreamy and she places her paw on the door, making scratching noises.

Milk? It must be a cat thing.

“Who is it? And why is god’s name are you nocking at this hour-“ Someone answers the door. That someone is tallish, maybe five feet something, with chopped raven hair, and blue eyes. He’s wearing nice pants and a polo-shirt, holding a navy scarf in one hand.

“Hi. Who’re you?” He asks politely.

I blink a couple of times, “Uh-” I look down at Rowan, wondering why she brought me here.

The man named Cyan follows my gaze, “Oh, hey there Rowan, what’s rockin’?”

Rowan head-butts his outstretched hand, “This is Rory. She’s lost, and I’m trying to help her. Please, let her stay. She’s sick. I had to help a little, but it won’t last long.”

Confusion is written on his face until he looks at me with a renewed  gaze. “Sick? You don’t mean . . .”

Rowan blinks and slinks inside, “Yeah. C’mon Cyan. She’s tired, she’s not from here, and she needs to sleep this round off. Hopefully she can function fully in the morning.”

I protest as Cyan pulls me into the house and sets me on the couch. “I don’t need to stay here, my friends and my boyfriend are really worried about me.” I say.

But Cyan puts a mug of hot chocolate in my hands, and Rowan curls up on my feet.

“I’ll give your friends a call. What’re their names?”

I yawn, and curl up under the blanket with out meaning to. “Try Rayne Anderson. I have one question.”

He pauses as he scrolls through a list of people on his tablet, “What?”

I suppress a yawn, “What’s your symbol?”

He grins and goes back to his tablet, pressing on a person’s name before copying the number down and dialing.

I am drifting off to sleep when he answers quietly.

“The moon.”

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