CHAPTER 3:
I DON'T BELONG HERE
I stood alone in the desolate wasteland. Everything was hazy and distorted, it was hard to think clearly. the air around me was thick and heavy, and it made it hard to breath. I decided that remaining stagnate was not the best option and began to move about the mysterious world. In the distance I heard a faint howl. I began to walk towards the foreign noise, but soon became frozen in my tracks. It wasn't fear that held me in place. No it was something much, much worse. I opened my mouth to gulp in some much required air, but there was none. I began to look desperately around, I struggled and strained against my invisible restraints. A voice came from behind me, "there's no point struggling, you'll just tire yourself out Hun." I glance in the voice's direction, but was met with nothing. I slowly bring my head around to face the front, only to find myself faced with a large black figured, I began to scream. The figure raised it's arm, and I squeezed my eyes shut, I didn't want to see anything anymore. A cool darkness began to rush over me, I felt nothing, but I knew what had happened.
The sun filtered through my closed eyelids, causing me to see bright red. i groaned and rolled onto my side, while mumbling, telling Georgia to close the blinds, only to be met with a hard solid surface that felt remarkably similar to wood. i opened my eyes slowly, blinking a couple of times to chase away the sleep. i found that i was not lying in my warm soft queen sized bed, i shared with Georgia at her grandmother's house, but on a wooden deck that tilted slightly from side to side as if floating on water.
I rolled onto my back, squinting against the harsh glare of the sun, and sat up taking in my suroundings as I went. I was right about one thing, I was not in my bed. So where the fuck was I??
As I began to stand on trembling legs, I noticed what I was wearing. Black combat boots, a short, agrum patterned skirt, that only just reached mid thigh, and to top off the seemingly slutty outfit, was a plaid, flannalette shirt that was tied in a knot just below my tits, making my cleavage bulge out the top.
"Who are you and what the fuck are you doing here?!"
I span, startled by the new voice, to find myself face to face with a girl about the same age as me.
She wore the same outfit as me with a few exceptions. Her skirt was longer, she wore black ankle boots and she had knee high socks. She looked to be about an inch or so taller than me and made me feel very small. Her hair was a fiery orange-red colour and her eyes shone a bright green.
"Who the fuck are you?!" The girl all but yelled at me.
"I-uh um"
"Well then, 'I-uh um' get the fuck out of here. You don't belong here."
She was right about that. I didn't belong here. But where exactly was here?
"I don't know where I am. Or how I got here." I whispered.
The girl span on her heels and began to walk away, then froze. "well, who ever you are, if you plan on sticking around, I suggest you hide. Wouldn't want the Captain the find you." She looked me up and down, making me feel extremely vulnerable. "He doesn't like strangers." She smirked and kept walking.
As if on cue a loud voice boomed from inside the ships cabin.
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FantasyI'm Kaorah Kowzarki, all I ever wanted was a normal life, well clearly that was too much to ask. My mother is dead, my father... ha who knows Now i just live with my best friend Georgia, her sister and her grandmother. Or at least i was until one d...
