Inter-Dimensional {{{ON HOLD}}}

Thirteen

Flynn

I'm in Meeya's lab.

I told my brother, Alex, yesterday that I was staying over at Meeya's for the day and the night. He was okay with that.

Both our parents are outta town so yeah.

I mix the stuff and put my backpack on as the smoke whirls around lab. I inhale 

purple shimmer

                                                my head

OWWWWWW        WWW                WWWWWWWWWW                                                fallllllllllllllllllling

bang

~•~•~•~•~

I land on pink sand. I waste no time.

My head thumping with pain, I run towards the jungle.

~•~•~•~•~•~

Meeya

Holy shit. The Bogmonster. 

'What does it do?' I ask.

'We don't know. It can think, that we know. But we don't know how it eats or what it eats. It tried to kill us first time we dared venture in it's tunnels. We managed an escape, thank the Lord.' Says William.

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Andy

I can't see it's face. But I can feel it's eyes on me. I scream. 

~•~•~•~•~

THREE DAYS LATER

Meeya

We're home.

I didn't think we would ever make it back but we did.

Flynn found me above ground. He nearly fell down the same hole as me.

But you know the tunnels I was in? Yeah? There's another opening that's behind a waterfall. I went up there to get fresh air and saw him through the water.

We stayed in the caves for another day, trying to find Andy.

But we never found him.

I accidentally wounded myself (only a cut on my knee. Not too serious) and Flynn insisted on taking me home. (Well, okay, I was limping!)

So we got home about 12 hours ago. But I've been gone nearly two weeks.

When I went into the kitchen, I found a note on the table from mum.

Meeya, I've had to come back to get something but I'm leaving in about ten minutes. I'll be delayed by another week. Sorry. I assume you've gone on a sleepover at Flynn's or something. Hope you're okay. Here's some money for stuff you need. Love you. Mum xxx PS I've arranged for Sue to look after the chickens for a bit longer.

The date at the top was four days ago.

I picked up the money. There's about a hundred there. 

I stuffed it in my pocket and went to bed in my clothes.

We'd come back without Andy. 

The Shakers (that's what we called William, Michael and Henry as they are from Shakespearean times) said that he is dead. Or is most likely dead.

I couldn't face that though. He couldn't be dead.

I'm sitting on the sofa now, thinking the same thought. 

He can't be dead. 

He just can't. 

People don't just die like that in real life. It happens in stories. 

But this isn't exactly normal is it?

I found another world. Possibly in another dimension. 

How did I get there? 

My spit, my chicken's spit and hydrochloric acid. 

It shouldn't've done anything.

There was nothing wrong with me.

The acid was fine.

So Dusty must have something wrong with her.

I think back over the things that have happened with her.

A month back, she had this chicken only disease called Micoplasma Gallisepticum (MG for short) which she had antibiotics for.

They were meant to be in her system for up to three months so we hadn't eaten her eggs. 

But the antibiotics might've done something...

I get up and go to the chicken house, outside.

I switch the light on and look on the shelf.

There's the antibiotics. 

I get them inside and take them down to my lab.

They're liquid antibiotics so I use a syringe to get them onto a palate.

I put it under my microscope.

Shit. 

This doesn't look normal.

I do some surfing on the internet.

It's not meant to look like this. 

I click on the Google drive.

I put in mutated antibiotics chickens in the Google drive. 

Lots of result come up.

I click on the top one. It's useless.

I go back to the results page and click on the second page. 

It reads :

If mutated, drugs, antibiotics etc. etc. of this type are harmless on their own but deadly if mixed with an acid of any kind.

Below, there's a video of someone trying to mix the mutated antibiotic I've got with phosphoric acid.

There's five seconds of nothing. Then a short fizz and a white gas. The scientist leading the experiment starts coughing, madly, uncontrollably.

The camera fades to black and then a caption comes up:

That man had to go to hospital. He nearly died.

Shit. 

So, the antibiotic mutated. 

Mixed with acid.

A different acid though. 

I follow these guys on Twitter and message them.

@antireality can we talk on DM? I have something to say

Ten minutes later I get a reply

@epicchemgirl Sure. 

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So yeah. I've been a while. I'm sorry. 

I've been very busy recently. I've got even more work on piano lessons and I'm doing a different club every night of the week. 

It's EXHAUSTING!

But anyway. I'm really sorry for not updating in forever. 

I will try to update quicker. 

I'm glad that you didn't abandon me :-)

Thank you for just being awesomesauce :-P

-Monkee xxx