On Top of The World

Chapter Four: Lions and Seizure Types

-(Your Name's POV)-

A phone rings. A doctor speaks and hangs up. The girl on the other end squeals.

She runs to a male she calls her "hubby", telling him the news. She's pregnant. He lifts her up and spins her, laughing. He was overjoyed. They were happy, about the whole concept of raising one on there own.

Months later, she gave up. Her "oh-so-perfect" hubby was diagnosed with some sort of cancer. She didn't want to have a child. So she disappeared. She was pronounced dead days later. They had a funeral with no body. It was sad, and it hurt the father most of all.

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A woman in black runs past me, at full speed, throwing ninja stars at me, nipping my arms. I dodge everything else she throws with her transmitter on her head. A metal piece hits me in the foregead, sending me back.

I manage to fight back; throwing, blocking, and dodging all she had. When she manage to get send me over the edge, the scene from The Lion King flashes before me, and I remember the villain saying: "Long live the king," and he let go. And the king was remembered.

But who was the king in this? I'm nowhere close to one, and I'm female. And I'm the one handing by my hand. My grip tightens, and she approaches. I gulp.

The villain had something this woman has: bloodlust. Against me in particular. Smirking, the woman knelt down, picked my face up with her pointer finger.

"You're the reason I ran away." She says, standing up, walking away a feet feet before turning and nipping me in the jaw, causing me to let go.

Long live the King.

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I woke to up on a couch that was not my own. It was a dark purple, and the room had black walls. I squinted my eyes, getting up. I wobble, and wind up tripping on a toolbox. Groaning, I go to the toolbox and fix everything, throwing the tools back in.

Where am I? Did I get kidnapped? Again? I wondered, and someone barged in, flicking on a light.

"Hey! Quit it!" A short girl with black hair down to her shoulders scolds. "I'm borrowing those! Wasabi's going to have my head on a platter!" I raise my eyebrows. Wasabi?

"Exuse me, Stranger, er, why am I here?" I ask, cocking my head to the side.

"You passed out after I almost ran you over yesterday." She informs me unemotionally. I nod.

"Did I spazz?" It could have been a seizure caused by low body temperature.

"You stirred, but not spazzing occured. Why? Do you have febrile seizures?" The female asks.

"It could have been a febrile," I whisper to myself. "And yes. But only if my body temperature drops or rises too quickly." She nods.

Silence.

"How did you manage? To get me here? And why?" I bombarded the stranger with questions, causing her to chuckle.

"It was hell," she replies, walking out of the room. My natural instinct was to follow her. "You kept squirming. And mumbling to slow down, as if you felt the speed I was going at. Then, something weird happened: you snuggled into me; a stranger."

I flushed, embarrassed. "I'm sorry! I do that sometimes when I'm scared. . ."

"Don't apologize. You doing that made it easier to drive." The girl smiles a small, half-smile. "The only reason I took you and let you stay is because San Fransokyo is a great city. . . But at night.. Who knows?"

I smile. "I'm glad you didn't leave me out there, or I would've have a seizure. I'm (You're Name), by the way, . . ." I stuck out my hand.

"Gogo," she pops a bubble she blew out of her mouth, shaking my hand.

"Gogo?" I mutter, looking around. She chuckles.

"Blame Fred. You'll meet him, if you go to San Fransokyo Tech." My eyebrows rise. What would she know about collage? Is it her first year? And why would this weird 'Fred' character be there?

"You mean collage? Isn't 'Fred' a hobo name?" I question, making her laugh, a deep, hearty laugh.

"He looks like a hobo, to be honest. But, he has a mansion." Gogo informs, my eyes widening in utter surprise.

"Really? Are you sure he didn't drug you or anything?" Another laugh.

"No. He didn't drug me. I was surprised as well, but you get used to it." She opens the front door.

"Where ya going?" Another question, another laugh of sorts (it was a low giggle).

"To collage, I'll be back soon. In fact, I'll be back at lunch to check up on you." She smiles. "(Your Name)?"

"Yeah?"

"You're free to stay her until the rain stops." And she's gone. I take this opportunity to call my father, letting him know I was fine. He told me he wasn't worried, that some stranger called before using my phone, and let him know what happened.