Well That's Just Super

Property of TSS

A/N: Minor language. Sorry.

"Get a hold of yourself, Sam!" I sat bolt upright, tears still meandering down my face. There was a voice that had just spoken in my head. And it wasn't mine.
"Who are you?" I thought, imagining the words projecting their way into the universe. Laddie, who was laying with his giant head on my lap, perked his ears.
"Who else?" The voice said. I looked down at Laddie, and he looked back at me.
"What, you didn't think it was too weird that I could speak out loud to you in the meadow. Why is speaking in your mind any different?"
"Because the meadow seemed...unreal. I thought it was a dream. Apparently, it wasn't." I replied, sending it out in much the same way as before. Only now I imagined that I was sending it directly to Laddie.
"So... are we superheroes now or what?" It was Laddie who had 'spoken', big brown eyes staring into my own chocolate colored ones.
"We saved one person, I hardly think that qualifies. And besides, we didn't use any superpowers. "
If dogs could look sarcastic, Laddie was a prime example. "Right. So running faster than a cheetah through four lanes of traffic, jumping over cars, and knocking out a guy a good twenty years older than you didn't qualify as superpowers. Okay. So what DID we do?"
I tried my my best to glare at him.
"Fine. So we have powers. But how? "
How did we get superpowers? What had happened in that meadow when I touched the floating sphere? I needed answers, and it appeared that the only way I was going to get them was to find the meadow again. I rose to my feet, drying my eyes.
"C'mon, Laddie. Let's go get some answers." Laddie scrambled to his paws, tail wagging.
I started the walk back to the alley. And yes, this time I mean a walk. And I even crossed the street where the crosswalk was. It would appear that I was becoming a model pedestrian.
Finally, I reached the spot where I had found the entrance to the alley. It was still there, and I made the sharp turn into its darkness. Only this time, there was no bright light. There was no floating sphere, or meadow of green grass. In its place there was a square piece of paper taped to the wall of the alley. It read:

Property of TSS
No trespassing

What was TSS? And what did it mean, no trespassing? I mean, it's an alley. It has a dead end. You can't go any further! I stared at the card, trying to make sense of it. I was looking at it for so long, that the wall behind it seemed to swirl out of existence. A yawning cave seemed to take its place. Funny what staring really hard at an object can do to you. It must have been one of those weird optical illusions. Only, when I looked away from the postcard, the cavernous opening was still there. And there were moving shapes inside of it.
"Laddie?" I felt for the wall of fur beside me. He had his hackles up, a snarl escaping from his throat. My heartbeat quickened, and I heard my breathing grow ragged. Suddenly, a bright light shined directly into my eyes. "Hello?" I called out, hoping that whatever was happening was a hallucination. Surely I was going insane. I mean, that would explain all that had happened to me today. But somehow, I knew this wasn't true.
So when I heard a voice answering me from the direction of the bright light, I wasn't completely surprised. However, I wasn't expecting to hear what they had said.
From the depths of the mysterious cave, a voice answered my scared hello with only two words.
"Oh shit."
Followed by two sharp pricks in my thigh and arm. And then by a sense of reality slipping away from me. I couldn't move my arms, and my vision slowly receded until all I could see was black. The last thing to go was my hearing, and the last thing I heard was the voice.
"Get her inside, we're going to have to wipe her memory."

A/N:
Hey! Yet another chapter cranked out on my way back from KC! Enjoy my horribly planned story!
*Is lying about planning the story at all*
Haha..... so yeah. Coming up with this as I go. But isn't this the way you're supposed to write a story? Who needs planning! Right.....
Special thanks to:

Johnny Cash, and Ten Greatest Hits of Country Music. May you forever bore people to death in long car rides, when they listen to you over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over.

Psych, especially William Rabkin for writing the  book Call of the Mild. If I hadn't finished your wonderful book of laughs I wouldn't have had the perseverance to finish this chapter.

"Cuz when the writer has lost her sanity you cry cry cry."
-Modified Quote from Cry,Cry,Cry by Johnny Cash.