Through the Walls

Prologue

Dimension: OG-000

Time: N/A

Personnel: Dimension Jumper A0-001

"Ma'am, you called me?" A small voice said, light filtering into the otherwise darkened room. Inside the room stood a young woman wearing clothes that would label anybody as a punk in an average high school. This woman, however, was anything but a punk; and this place was anything but an average high school.

"Yes I did, George. And you do realize you don't have to call me 'ma'am', right? We're friends." She said, walking out of the shadows to reveal herself fully.

If George had never met this woman before, he would've said she had never worked a day in her life, and that she probably was going to her college class about now. He'd comment how the purple streak in the forefront of her hair would probably ruin her chances at getting a job in a place of business, and how well her auburn hair framed her pale face.

But, like she had said, George knew her. He knew her quite well, in fact. At least, he knew her enough to know that if he looked into her lilac eyes long enough, he would end up diving past the false façade of cheerfulness and focus and straight into a sea of sadness and discord. They were young eyes that seemingly carried the weight that of an old woman, thrown into a world of horror in bloodshed.

Perhaps I should not dwell on her much, for you see, the story is not about her. Well, for the most part, at least.

George cleared his throat. He knew Kronos would be pissed if he started to flirt. As much as all her friends denied it, they all had flirted with her on more than one occasion, inflicting the wrath of the Enderman upon them.

Once again, these are stories from another story, one that shall perhaps be told another time. This is just a single moment for this woman's story, but it is a beginning for a small yet incredible group of young individuals.

George smiled softly after the clearing of his throat that was mentioned before. He shifted a bit on his feet, which flickered a bit, showing his true skeletal form.

"Heh, yeah. Sorry Mel." He said, looking at her. "What did you need?"

The woman, Mel, or Melissa if you are particular about names nodded. "You were always straight to the point George. Listen, you and I both know that what I'm doing here isn't easy. You and I also both know that, although there are others out there, none of them really work with us--"

George nodded. "Your point, Mel?"

"My point is," she snapped, not liking the interruption "that I feel like it's time we got some fresh blood around here."

George blinked a bit. "For like, the vampires?"

Melissa sighed. "No, I mean I think it's time we get some recruits. We need more dimension jumpers out there who are willing to report back to us. You know, more who are willing to do what we do in regards to saving dimensions from imminent destruction."

"...You're joking..."

"Not at all, George. We need new people here. Kronos, Tom, Frank, and Gloria have already all agreed. I just need you now. Whaddya say? You willing to help me train some new recruits?"

"Mel, I understand where you're coming from, and I also understand why you asked me last, considering how much prep I'll need for them to come. Especially since I know how much you like making dimensions unstable via addition or subtraction of biological lifeforms."

"I don't enjoy it! It just seems to happen—"

"Whatever. But Mel, we can't take much more of this. You jumping all the goddamn time has already weakened the dimensional walls here. Not to mention the only reason they're still standing and this dimension hasn't imploded is that I told you to stop taking in those little shits that just make your poor human heart melt with sympathy. If you take in anybody else, this damn world is going to collapse, regardless of your stupid, bullshit excuse of dimensional magic—"

"George." Melissa growled, anger burning in her eyes, poison practically dripping off her words. George froze, and realized his false flesh had evaporated during his little rant. He practically shrunk away from Melissa, trying to get out of her unwavering gaze.

"I understand that you are doubtful of magic, considering what has happened to you, what's happened to us, but this magic works. It has been for the two, almost three years we have been doing this. I found a spell of sorts that will stabilize this dimension." The human frowned at the skeleton, who, although he no longer seemed scared, was still shaking. He was trembling just enough that his false skin couldn't reform. He seemed actually quite terrified, which made her feel a pang a guilt.

"Shit. George, I'm so sorry. Listen, um, come on. We... We can go look at them, okay. Just... I'm sorry..."

The skeleton nodded, and his false skin reappeared. He brushed his raven hair back with his copper-skinned fingers, and adjusted his glasses.

As they walked through the corridors, holographic faces would appear in the walls with their statistics. Names, Ages, Dimensions, and brief descriptions filled the halls until they reached the main control room. Panels and control boards lined the room, and in the center was a giant pedestal.

Melissa went over to the side of the room and started typing in file names, and hit a button. A holographic image of a 19-year-old boy, then it flickered to a 17-year-old girl, then a 15-year-old girl, and finally a 17-year-old boy.

George raised an eyebrow at her. "They seem a bit young, don't they?"

Melissa smiled. "Exactly. Their creativity is unrivaled, their curiosity is unbridled, and—"

"Their parents gone?"

Melissa nodded. "They all have a good reason to leave their world in favor for this life, George. It would be a great improvement to their current lives, I assure you."

George stood there, thinking about it.

"George, please. I need you to vote yes, otherwise I can't help them, and they can't help us."

"Hmmm... I'm not so sure—"

"One of the girls loves learning about dimensional capabilities. ~"

George's eyes lit up, and he smiled, taking her hand to shake it.

"Deal."