The Napknick

Chapter 3

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Quill screamed. Rocks and dirt scraped across her back and under her shirt, and she soon realized she was falling down a dark underground hole. No, not a hole. A tunnel. Quill screeched even louder once she realized she was being dragged by something, or someone.

She kicked and hit and struggled as she attempted to free herself from the grasp of.. whatever that thing was. She pounded on the walls of the tunnel. No luck. She hot and flipped and tried her best to at least loosen the grip of whatever was trying to take her. It was no use. This thing wasn't stopping anytime soon, well at least until they arrived at it's destination. She tried to talk to it. "What're you doing?!" She'd screech, "Put me back! Please!" She saw a bright light up ahead, then-

THUNK!

Quill fell onto an even harder surface. Her head was aching.

"Arghh.. Ow.." She groaned, rubbing her head. She slowly opened her eyes.

The brightest green eyes she had ever seen were waiting for her from above. A boy, a tall blonde with spiky hair stood over her.

"Hey, Cypress, I think she's waking up!" He yelped, as he turned over his shoulder.

"Finally! You didn't even try to bring her down easy, huh? She's all bloody, now, Pike!"

"Wh-what..?" Quill mumbled. Dazed, she blinked to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. This boy, Pike, as he was called, had pointy ears; Elf ears.

"Hey, she's alive isn't she?" He turned back and leaned over her. "Hey, there. My-name-is-Piiiike," He said, as if talking to a 3 year old. "Say it with me? Puh-eyyyy-kuh."

"P-pike?" Quill asked, still pretty nauseous.

"Yeah! Good girl!" He replied excitedly, and ruffled her hair.

"Pike, she's human, not from the moon." Cypress scoffed from afar.

"What do you know, Cy. You haven't met a human before, either!" He retorted and crossed his arms. He stood up to his full height, which was surprisingly tall, especially for an elf. Or, whatever he was. He wore a shirtsleeve, raggedy brown tee and some grey tights with some ancient-looking sneakers.

"Are you seriously that thick--" The girl said (Quill had just noticed her thick British accent), but what cut short by Pike.

"Oh, shut it, Cypress!" He yelped.

"H-huh.. Wait.." Quill said as she slowly sat up. Her head ached even more. "Ugh!" She huffed and fell back.

Pike walked away and sighed, "You check her out, I'll go get North."

Whoever North was, Quill sure wished she was some magical non-head-hurting fairy. Like some doctor or something. A short, super skinny girl leaned over Quill in Pike's place. Quill presumed she was Cypress. She had a worn-out lime green jacket on, with black leggings and a dirt-brown undershirt. Not to mention a pointy, sort of floppy hat to top her hazelnut bob, matching her jacket.

"Hey there. You okay? Sorry about Pike, I swear he has the maturity level of a 6 year old." She giggled. She held her dirty hand for Quill to take. "I'm Cypress, but my friends call me Cy." She smiled.

Quill attempted to return the favor, but even her face muscles hurt. She took Cy's hand and slowly stood up. If she thought her head hurt then, it was like a whole new world of pain when she stood. "Ugh.. I think I'm gonna be sick.." Quill mumbled. Cy smiled again. Her smile was like a breath of fresh air.

"Hey, kid. Take it easy," Cy laughed. "Pike went to go get North, so stay calm. They should be back soon."

"Who's N-North?" Quill asked, but she was too late.