TRIGGER REWRITE

Chapter 2 - Stargazing

"Uh-huh, well I'd better get going then. I'll keep in contact." Silas announced while fixing the sleeve of his long black robe, which seemed to be made from the highest quality fabric available. It was sewn to perfection, all of the most beautiful shades of black and grey intertwined in one. "I live in a high end apartment so I'm good for the night, however that hothead looks... homeless."

"DON'T YOU LOOK DOWN AT ME LIKE YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME, SNOB!!" Screamed Trig, outraged. He tried to throw a punch at him, inevitably being held back by Vinnie's toned, muscular and tattooed arms. "Ugh...!"

Vinnie sighed profusely, watching as Silas trotted away gracefully in his sandals. "Listen, Trig, you can stay at ours if you behave. Periwinkle here can cook pretty good food y'know." He offered, patting his shoulder as he let go of his rough and dirty arms. Silas stopped in his tracks, looking behind him in horror as he heard the name 'Periwinkle'. His face was filled with utter dread, his face had become nearly as pale as Hemlock's.

"Hey, did you say Periwinkle...? That kid's last name is Periwinkle?" Questioned Silas, clearly horrified due to something nobody could quite work out. "N-No, don't even answer it." Immediately, he began to run away as fast as his long legs could take him.

"Mm... what's his problem?" Timidly whispered Hemlock, tugging on Vinnie's arm for protection. It was clear he was shocked and scared over the situation, looking sick himself (though when does he not look sick?) as he started to itch his head.

Vinnie bent down a little to Hemlock's level, patting his head gently as his mean face immediately became a bright friendly one as he wanted to keep Hemlock calm. "Hey, think we got a reputation? We're famous now, eh? Everyone's scared of us, it's a good thing." Vinnie convinced Hemlock, standing back up straight as he itched his neck and looked around.

"We should head home, then. I'm not sure if my motorbike can fit 3--" He was cut off as he spoke, Trig had summoned a motorbike made of purely scraps out of thin air. It was mismatched and coloured differently, spikes coming out of the side of the wheels with an overly large exhaust pipe. "Alright then, come with me."

Ready to end the night, they zoomed through the dimly lit streets as Hemlock held tightly onto Vinnie's stomach and admired the graffitied walls as he would always do on these motorbike rides. In the corner of his eye, he spotted a black haired woman. He couldn't make out any other features, but it was odd that someone would be walking the streets at this time of night considering how dangerous it was. Eventually, they found themselves back at the apartment. Trig and Vinnie talked amongst each other on the sofa and Hemlock just threw himself on his bed, picking up his white stickered laptop and scrolling for a while on it.

Before he knew it, Vinnie and Trig were both asleep on the sofa silently. An unnerving chill came down his spine, goosebumps emerged on his skin and his hair WOULD stand on end if he had any on his body. For an unexplained reason, he never grew any body hair. There was a blinding light from the window, a great yellow beam of moonlight that enticed him to take a peek outside. Eagerly, he opened his stiff window and scanned the area outside his house. The blackened streets had been replaced with a beautiful emerald green meadow of grass, the graceful moon shining a beacon of its light down upon each blade of grass creating a blue hue and an azure outline that scattered across the field. He saw that woman again. A beautiful, black haired woman stood in the middle of the field. She wore a blue robe of the same quality as Silas' with a black accent, earrings in the shape of wheels. Her enchanting, blue eyes were in the shape of those wheels too. She sat down, cross legged in the field and began to meditate peacefully.

Hemlock exited through the window, walking over to her in his soft pink pyjamas and rubbing his tired eyes with his soft hands. It was hard to believe any of this was even happening.

"Miss-- hello? Who are you?" He questioned, taking gentle footsteps closer and closer to the mysterious woman. "I'd like to talk--" He was cut off by her opening her eyes suddenly, a piercing glare shot through his own and before he knew it he felt a sense of comfort.

"You shouldn't be here." She spoke gracefully, her voice was just as beautiful as she was. "What are you doing out at this time?"

"The light was too bright through my window..." He replied, holding his arm in nervousness. He once again took a glance at his environment, now realising that even the apartment was gone. It was just a meadow of green for miles, the stars shining brighter than they had ever done. A harmony he could not even explain, they seemed to dance in the sky around the goddess that was the full moon. "Where... are we?"

"There's not enough time to talk, but one day you'll see me properly. Please wait for me." She begged, coming closer to him and touching his pale cheek with her gentle hand, suddenly shifting the environment back to his bed- an alarm clock beeping for him.