Inter-Dimensional {{{ON HOLD}}}

One

Chapter One

Meeya

I blink, trying to get rid of the weepy stuff in my eye.

I’m Meeya. (Pronounced ME-AH), I’m fourteen and I love chemistry. I’m not particularly memorable. I have mousy brown hair, brown eyes, not an ugly face but it’s not pretty either, a reasonably okay body. I’m not fat. I’m actually too skinny. 

I pour the hydrochloric acid into the test tube. I add the saliva (my saliva) and nothing happens. I put three drop of my chicken’s spit in the tube and there’s a fizz. I smile. I write it down in my notepad.

Then I turn my eye back to the test tube. The test tube’s fizz has spilled over the edge and funny mist is floating around. I panic.

This shouldn’t happen, I think.

I whimper. The mist is swirling around my lab now. I accidentally breathe a little in. It tastes sweet but now my head feels really light. I feel faint but I want to breathe more in; it’s addictive. I breathe another mouthful in. Sickly sweetness…

floating around my head…

the room is smothered in it now I…

blue fog…

pretty smoke…

legs feel numb… my knees are buckling and my elbow hits something. the lab bench i think…

As my head falls downwards, the air is clearer. My head hits the floor and it hurts. I can think better now, even though I’m in pain. The fog hasn’t reached the floor yet.

My goggles are lopsided but I take them off. The smog isn’t harmful, I think.

I need to call for help, I think.

I open my mouth to yell for my brother but a croak comes out. I take my notepad out of my pocket and write:

Ingredients create a blue fog that tastes of sugar. If breathed in, the fog will compromise the voice box.

I put my notepad back in my lab coat pocket. Some of the stuff I used is still in there. I’m careful not to smash the test tubes. I wave my arms around to make the air less thick.

The smog is nearly at my nose now. I’m scared. What if this is poisonous? Some gets into my mouth and I stop thinking.

bluey… tasty…

i stand up to get a better lungful. There’s a thingy over in the corner. Wasn't there before. I walk over to it and touch it. It’s shimmery and feels funny but nice at the same time. My head feels weird, dizzy. Then my stomach lurches and I double up in pain… falling into the shimmery thing. My head explodes.

nightmare

has to be a night… mare

im gone

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my head still hurts. i sit up, my head pounding.

Where the hell am I?

My surroundings are the strangest thing I have ever seen. I’m sitting on what feels like sand but it’s a rosy pink-y colour.

Odd.

I look around and I can see trees in the distance. I think they’re trees but I focus my vision and I can see that the leaves are purple.

Purple? I think I’m either mad or that this is a dream.

I look for a shimmery thing, the thing I fell into. There’s nothing like it around here, wherever here is.

I look up to a white sky. It isn’t clouds but the sky is actually white itself. The sun (I think it’s a sun) is a pale blue and it doesn’t hurt my eyes to look at it.

Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.

Then I turn my sight back to the ground and I look for any sign of life… nothing. Then there’s a shadow on the ground, moving fast. I look up and see a funny-looking bird, flying in the sky, about ten metres above me. Bright green feathers, tiny, round beak and humongous talons.

It suddenly shrieks and dives towards me. I panic and scream, ducking. I’m not fast enough though. The talons go through my t-shirt and scrape my back and a fire-y pain shoots over my back. I wince and look around me for the bird-thing.

It’s about five metres away from me, hissing at me. I shuffle backwards, wincing.

It’s quite big. Bigger than a chicken, at least. It’s really close to me now. I’m terrified.

It tries to bite my feet but I pull them back. I kick at it and it shrieks as my foot connects with it neck. It falls to the ground, screeching. I use my chance and stand up, quickly. Now I’ve got the higher ground.

It’s not getting up now. I think I’ve done something to its neck. It’s lying on the ground, barely moving. I walk over to it, slowly. Its position is really twisted and it looks horrible.

It looks at me and I jump, its eye is a bright pink. It crows. It sounds sad and in pain. I feel like I should do something but there’s nothing I can do now to save the bird. Whimpering, I pick it up by the neck. I take the neck in both hands and snap. The click is loud. The bird goes limp on my hands. I set it down on the ground.

I want to go home, I think.

But how do I get home? What did I do to get myself here? I take out my notepad, thankfully it’s still in my lab-coat pocket.

Ingredients:

Hydrochloric acid

My spit

Dusty’s spit

Method:

Add two squirts of H acid to the test tube, followed by one squirt of my spit. Then add four drops of Dusty’s spit.

I looked at my notes at the bottom of the page

Ingredients create a blue fog that tastes of sugar. If breathed in, the fog will compromise the voice box.

I scribble that out. Then I add

Ingredients create a fog that tastes of sugar. Fog is not toxic but makes vision hazy and can temporarily compromise voice-box. Then a portal-thing appears (presumably caused by the fog); if walked through, this portal will transport to a foreign land (probably not on Earth).

Well, I think that's how I got here. I think back. This shimmery thing was the thing I fell into and then I woke up here.

Wherever here is.

Should I recreate what I did in the lab? I think I should. I’ll come back to this place later to explore, take photos and stuff like that. I could claim this place for my own, I could write a book about it, I could charge people to see this place. I could be famous.

I take a test-tube out of my pocket. It has a label on it that says “H acid. Irritant” on it. It has a cork stopper on it so I set that down on the ground and reach into my pocket for the other ingredients. Dusty’s spit comes out next. I can’t find the test-tube with my saliva in it; only two empty ones.

I work up the spit in my mouth and dribble into an empty tube. I keep on doing that until the tube is about half-full. It’s about one squirt. I don’t have a dripper on me so I pour all of the acid into the last test-tube. I pour my spit into it, followed by the chicken spit. Then a small fizz happens. Nothing after that.

If this doesn’t work I’m stuck here, I think, worriedly.

Then the fog starts to come out of the test tube. I pour the contents over the ground. The mist comes even faster. I breathe it in and keep the same thought in my head by repeating it.

Walk into the portal

walk into the portal

walk into the… the… what was it?

portal

The portal thing appears in front of me. I walk through it and my head explodes