The Tale of Black Jaguar (Young Justice Fanfic)

into the woods part one

We have a mission today! There might not be a lot of action, but hey, don't judge me.
I also realized this book is more like one-shots than a story... I'll try to fix that... (｡ŏ_ŏ) at least I know the sequel will be an actual story... Speaking of that, I wanna wrap this story up soon. So be prepared for that.

Warning: this will be a very... Confusing mission. Also a bit.... Errr, how to put this... Paranormal. So, good luck, dear readers.

~Unknown POV 3 months ago~

Darkness.

All I see is darkness.

It's a blurry darkness... Almost... Murky? Like a place where light cannot reach because something non-solid blocks it. Where am I?

Wait... I feel something. Under me. Is it the ground? I run my fingers through it. Some parts feel a little slimy... Most of it feels like squishy, moldable, globs of sand.

Sand? Why not dirt?

My motions are slow and sluggish... But I'm not tired. It's as if there's a weight pressing against me on all sides, wanting me to be still. I don't listen.

The sand disappears from beneath me. I'm rising upwards. Am I flying?

The area around me is slowly becoming illuminated by a soft glow. I see... Specks of white. Dancing around each other on a vast expanse of blue.

Wait... Now I see purple. Not a lot of purple, but small, collected clouds of it. It's right by me. What is it? Where does it come from?

I look up. There is a wavy circle of white. It molds and moves as if trying to figure out what shape it wishes to be, but just can't pick one. The circle is getting closer.

I'm confronted with a rippling wall of silver, white, and blue. Why is there a wall here? Does it not want me to see the white circle of light?

My chest hurts.

Why does it hurt so bad?

I-it wants something...

It burns!

I-I...

I can't...

I can't br-...

I CANT BREATH!!

It hurtsss...

So... Bad...

I burst through the shimmering wall.

Gasping as air fills my lungs.

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~Layla's POV : the Friday after last chapter ~

The rest of the school week went similarly to Monday, other than that end of the day fiasco. The bullies have had yet to show their faces since that little incident and I'm grateful. Perhaps they could learn a lesson from the incident?

Barbara and Dick were a great help with both home and school life. They would explain things that I didn't understand since I was with the Clan which didn't teach me simple American habits. Barbara, of course, only thought I didn't know because she thought I used to be homeless. Things they had to explain to me were very simple, things like current slang, the purpose of the dreaded "Pop Quiz", how to eat a hamburger (I have learned that the more pig-like you eat, the more normal you are), and whether toilet paper should roll over or under when you pull on it. Over. Always over.

Other than that, it was a pretty great week. We didn't really do much exciting stuff. In fact, we didn't really do anything at all. That was a really nice change.