New World Order Re-Written (TNE)

Chapter 10 - HavenSun

Martin, Geoffrey and Plum were staring directly forward at the gang of cyclists that had surrounded them in the supermarket. The gas masks made any true distinction of voices difficult, but Martin could swear that he had heard Marissa's voice coming from one of the cyclists. In fact, she had also said his name, so it had to be her. It was hard to imagine, Marissa was now in some completely different group. Martin knew that they had said the name of the group... HavenSun. Or possibly that was the name of the supermarket, it was hard to tell. For anything spoken through the gas masks became somewhat distorted through the thick silicone. Martin was only certain that the figure standing in front of him was truly Marissa as soon as he saw her purple hair flowing down from out of the sides of the mask. He noticed her tuck it back inside.

Plum and Geoffrey turned to Martin and exchanged a look to imply that they also understood that this figure in front of them was Marissa. Plum was ecstatic as it meant that they could take her back down to The Botanist's Village quickly, and then she could still have time for a nap. Geoffrey was frustrated that Marissa was in such a cool-looking group. The outfits were coated with a thin reflective plastic that gave the appearance of a cheap spacesuit, comprising that with the dust-blowing motorcycles made Geoffrey salivate. The Botanist's Village smelled disgusting, and admittedly so did the motorcycles, yet he knew that it was a smell he could grow to love. Geoffrey's mind was racing with ways he could "politely" request a ride on Marissa's motorcycle. The firm rubber on the seat made him yearn to sit and take a short trip around town.

Martin looked at where he assumed Marissa's eyes were behind the mask.

"Marissa."

"Crew. Gas 'em."

Marissa stood on top of her bike. She pointed at the group while keeping a steady balance on top of her motorcycle. From the change in position Geoffrey noticed that she was wearing black leather gloves with metallic spikes, similar to brass knuckles, yet slightly less effective in combat. Geoffrey dearly wanted to join this group, whatever they were. Clearly Marissa had got lucky, and what had he gotten? The ability to suck metal towards himself. Geoffrey wasn't sure if the group would take him no matter how much he begged with an ability like that. Marissa's hair had the ability to cut through Plum's supplies; as they did. It took Geoffrey a moment to understand exactly what had happened. Their journals that they had written of the time spent in The Botanist's Village, all two days of it was destroyed in front of Geoffrey's eyes. Geoffrey wasn't too upset, but wished that there was a way he could've kept his illustration of the trees. He was truly proud of that one.

Plum was furious, since entering The Botanist's Village she had been attached to her journal. She had written about every plant species, the difference in taste that plants grown underground had when compared to plants grown aboveground, and the changes in economy from one world to another. To her it truly was another world and she knew that wherever she was, that journal would act as her gateway to re-discover the adventures she had once experienced with some great friends. Her version of the events in The Botanist's Village were much farther skewed to the positive side by forcibly removing the various fights between Geoffrey and Martin that had occured, not to mention Martin's strange spending habits in the village. All of it was lost. Destroyed without Marissa needing to even take a step, her hair merely brushed it aside to the ether.

The other members of the cyclist gang began to spray a blue gas all around the group. Plum fell asleep instantly. The other two followed shortly after. Just before Martin fully passed out, he grabbed at the last remaining piece of his journal. Then his eyes shut and were consumed by a complete black. It was beyond darkness as it was not the darkness seen inside the eye, it was something much further. A true black, that engulfed him as he felt himself fall deep inside the earth.