Imaginary: The Otherworld

Imaginary: The Otherworld

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Six children once made up a magical world, and magical creature friends. Ten years have passed, and now that world wants them back.

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Introduction

“Implausible truth can serve one better than plausible fiction”
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas


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Six young kids once played together, the best of friends. They were young, and their imaginations were uninhibited, and their games mainly concerned both their made up world, and their own imaginary friends.

They had such wonderful adventures then, with their six imaginary companions following too.

But, like all children, they grew up, and most of them forgot about their games.

They also ended up growing apart. Each fell into different crowds and stopped talking. As they reached the age of seventeen, none had had anything to do with one another.

But they had something in common. They were having nightmares. Terrible nightmares that were keeping them awake at night, of the characters they semi-remembered, but twisted into terrible mockeries of their former selves, set out to torment them.

One sets about to reunite the six of them together in order to face this threat, these would bring the six back to Otherworld, their imaginary realm...all now frighteningly and dangerously real.


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The Imaginaries are creatures borne of the dreams of people. They are bonded to their creators, and seek to protect them and help them. Imaginaries come in all sorts of forms, though often will gradually change to match their human. They are visible to all in Otherworld, but outside it are only visible to their human, and those they choose to reveal themselves to...if the humans wishes them to be there. They can only remain in the real world if willed to.

In Otherworld, Imaginaries are powerful, like nobility even. They have powers, and when they work together with their creator they can accomplish wondrous things..

The bond between a human and an Imaginary is what allows them to survive. If the human creator forgets entirely about their Imaginary the Imaginary will die. Because of this, most will eventually take a dark turn. As their creator begins to forget about them, still bonded to their Human, their affection would gradually turn into a possessive hatred, a desperation to have their human back combined with a deep and terrible contempt towards them. Their mind would alter, and so would their body, getting more twisted and terrible.

Like a star burning out its last it would become enormously powerful, able to reach into the real world and take their human back with them...forever.






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Otherworld is the world that Imaginaries and other creatures inhabit. It was borne from the imaginations of the Six and was the setting for all their games. In the ten years it has been neglected, left to fall into corruption, and the wicked creatures that they once fought in their stories had gotten a foothold in the absence, as each imaginary became a monster.

It is divided into seven realms, six being home to each Imaginary, and one in the centre, on that has gotten a new owner. The new King of Otherworld. The realms reflect the Imaginary they represent and as such differ greatly, and all but one are rotten and dark.
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Six young people who had once been the closest friends. Having lived on the same street, they had spent all their summers playing in a forest next to their houses. They promised back then that they would stay friends for ever and ever, but things don't always turn out as planned. They still go to the same school as one another, but they don't talk a lot. Some even vehemently dislike one another.


1 - The Believer - Female - TAKEN


A rather strange girl. Socially awkward, no friends... always seeming to daydream. Her actions were often bizarre, though particularly in recent months.

The Believer never gave up on their friend. She never stopped believing in Otherworld, and as such her imaginary never made the same turn as the others. Unfortunately however this.. has problems as her own link has made her first in the line of fire, and she is unable to protect herself and her own companion.

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Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter

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Helena planted her feet, the divided toes of her boots sliding across the marshy ground as she held the blade up as a guard across her chest.

Something slithered around in the fog, just out of sight, undulating slate coloured coils coated in a layer of slime. It attempted to shift behind her, and with a sudden lunged shot forwards, two pairs of eyes and snapping jaws making for one of her legs.

The blade sliced downwards impacting at the top of its neck, slicing through scales and bone, causing it to shriek and convulse, wriggling around the blade in a disgusting arc that threw bits into her face and made her cringe. Only as the thrashing ceased and the water began to tint an unnatural hue did she place a foot on top of it and tear her sword free.

Clearing the blade off with a cloth she returned it to the covering on her back, and continued to walk. After continuing for some way, her senses wired up for any sort of sound or motion in the mists, she hit a patch of moss. Her foot slipped and she collapsed forward into a pool of deep water. Helena splashed, coughed, reaching out to try and find a handhold but she was being pulled downward, something catching her foot.

Dammit dammit dammit.

Someone was calling. A noise in the distance. Getting closer-


"Helena! It's eight thirty, get a move on!"

The young woman pulled her head up from the pillow, falling onto her back and giving a truncated groan, her bright red hair spread round her like the tentacles of some beached see creature. She remained there for a moment, trying to acclimatize to the bed over the dark marsh-ground, before looking over at the small, stuffed toy next to her, a very old stuffed coyote plush.
-"Today is the day." she told it.
-"Today we're going to get them, right? It cannot carry on."

Her room was untidy at best. Books strewn across the floor and on a borken shelf at one wall. Stuffed animals all over the place, and heaps of drawings, maps, notes and assorted material relating to...her work.

Pulling herself to her feet, Helena Norrevinter stumbled out into the bathroom, showering off the imaginary mud and snake-slime from her body, before returning to dry her hair off and get some clothes. An aubergine skirt, indigo leggings, sheepskin boots, and an over-sized sweater of an indisputable level of ugliness were pulled on, and a messenger bag was fished out of a pile of stuff, allowing a small hollow for her toy to sit in with its head out.

Ready to face the day. As much as she faced real world days.



Twenty minutes later, thanks to a ride from her mother, She made her way through the front gate, with bad, toy, and a blank expression. She spent a lot of time at school staring into space. Mostly, planning. Trying to set out the moves for the next night. Wondering where she might get dropped. At least she had woken up before drowning in the marsh. But she knew eventually she was not going to be able to rely on that. They wanted to trap them there... and it was going to be Helena who got that before any of them. So...

"We have to get them back." the young woman mused as she walked.
"Reunite the group. They can turn things back."

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Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter Character Portrait: Jessi Smith

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I barged out of the front doors to the school. There was early morning practice for the drama club today and I was some what glad to be out in the fresh air instead of the stuffy auditorium.
"Jess, why the rush?!" Tall lanky fellow, one of my friends from drama, came running up to me grinning wildly. I rolled my eyes, he was lucky I found him attractive.
"I want to sip my morning coffee out side and watch the freshmen make fools of themselves." Not true I just wanted to drink my coffee and watch people, understand how they work and interact with each other, find out about their characters. It was a good practice I came up with while I was taking acting lessons.
"Well then Mr. Sophisticated, I am going to sit with you and point and laugh at the people I hate... That happens to be everyone." I sat down on one of the tables that the school offered around the front entrance and sipped my coffee and watched the people soon enough other people from my drama group joined up with us. One of the girls tossed me a cinnamon bun.
"Don't worry there aren't any raisins in it. Every one here knows you hate them." This girl was someone I made friends with the beginning of grade 9, she had been my best friend ever sense. Her name was Emily.
"Thanks, you know me too well Emily... What I would like to know is how you knew I didn't have breakfast yet?" I raised a brow at her.
"Are you kidding, I have known you for the last 3 years, and every time there is a morning practice you don't eat breakfast." I almost spit out my coffee. If she knew about that what else did she pick up on. Had she found out my secret? No, no she couldn't have found out.
"Hey, look the freak is here."the blond fellow nodded his head motioning toward Helena, I sighed. Helena didn't grow out of our childhood, one I had to let go a long time ago, because of this we fell out of our friend ship. I blocked out everyone for a while, then my parents got me into therapy and acting lesson as per request of said therapist.

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Character Portrait: Zenofora Jesper Terellia

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~Zenofora Jesper Terellia~
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Zenofora sat back in her throne, letting out a long, exhausted sigh. The Otherworld was unseemingly quiet today, and it bothered her that there wasn't anybody around to play tricks on. She looked around the interior of her castle, studying to broken artwork and crumbling pillars, wondering when - and if, this place would collapse. She thought perhaps being rid of this place would help her let go of some memories which pained her, and the one she keeps returning to, sitting in her throne, a small child on her lap, they would both be laughing and making faces at her gaurds....stupid dreams she thought, spitefully, that particular dream haunted her, and it made her angry to not know it's origin, or what it even meant to her.

As she sat and watched the emptiness of her home, Zen became increasingly bored, and with that, frustrated. She wanted something to do, or someone to make her laugh. So, she decided that instead she would try to find something, instead of lounging around in her old, broken castle, wallowing over stupid little 'memories' that teased her brain.

Zen stood, folding out her wings to an appropriate lenght, before striding over to the large door of her castle and pushing it open. The light from the outside would shine in through the gap suddenly, but then cease as Zeno adjusted her eyes to the light. She looked around, no-one was above ground, as usual. She then stepped out of the castle and began on her way, peeking into every nook and cranny of her realm and land until she could find somebody to interact with. At this point in her boredem, anyone would do.

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Crash!
" Schizoid." laughed a group of kids, after they knocked River's books from her hands. The tiny girl reached down gathering her books in a neat pile as they teased her some more. "I heard she went nuts and killed a bunch of people, but couldn't remember any of it." said a blonde girl with too much make up. "I heard she was kidnapped and killed the guy that did it." said boy with enough product in his hair to fill a hole in a dam.

River tried to ignore them as she gathered her books, clutching them closely to her chest. With her head down she tried to walk by them but they blocked her path. "Hey, are you bilimic? You are skinny." said another girl, pinching River's arm. River winced. "Please stop." She said quietly as she tried to maneuver out of the way. "What's that, Psyhco?" said the boy, pushing her back against her locker. "Is that what the mental hospital gave you to wear?" said the blonde girl. "Because you must be crazy to wear something like that?" They all laughed. River was dreamed in a cream knit dress, that hung just below her knees, a long pink tank top underneath and her favorite brown riding boots. River was really skinny but not due to lack of eating, she just was. "Excuse me, I have to get to class." she whispered as another girl grabbed her hair. "Ew, Why is your hair all stringy, two words, Shampoo and Conditioner." They all laughed again. River pulled her head away, getting fidgety. She reached in to the messanger bag she wore and fumbled for her medication. "Oh, Pyscho needs her meds!" Said another boy, bleach blonde. He grabbed her bag and dugged inside, finding the medication bottle. "Whoa, I can't even pronounced this." He laughed, the blonde girl grabbed the bottle from. River started to panic. "I need those, please give them back!" she cried, tears and sweat brimming her eyes and moistening her cheeks. "If you can catch them!" The blonde girl shouted, and the began playing 'hot potato' with her medication. River whimpered trying to catch the bottle, but to no avail.

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Helena opened up the bag she carried, carefully moving her toy out of the way and taking out something old, worn and faded. A large refill paper book that looked to have been far overused.

She shifted the battered looking chunk of old copypaper, held together with duct tape and bulldog clips at the time. Plenty of people had tried to grab it off her as a means to upset her, but while she often came across as a bit clumsy in her hideous multicoloured sweater so was surprisingly fast. No-one had managed to get hold of the ratty notebook.

And it was just as well from Helena's point of view.

The book was her Field Guide. Of sorts. It contained all the notes she'd made on the corrupted Otherworld. Diagrams, maps, lists. Sketches of the creatures and plants, what could help you and what could tear you to pieces, from years of personal experience. It was downright necessary, when so much of the OW was based around obscure rules and childish logic. It'd saved her more times than she could count. She could give them copies of this to help matters along.

Lena looked round and her gaze set on her first target, that of Jessi, who was standing with sme of his friends, who were already looking at her with some degree of disdain. She was pretty used to it. She had, for as long as she could remember, been some form of social pariah, picked last for any team going, generally at a loss when students were asked to find a partner and usually placed with someone who accepted very grudgingly and interacted the minimal possible, and those were the people that didn't really strongly dislike her. It was the being picked on that was more of an issue. She'd taken a million hits to the face in dodgeball, had her drink or lunch emptied over her head more times than she could count, and had been shoved fully clothed into the swimming pool to the amusement of most of the class at least a dozen times.

Lena was an individual who came across as sufficiently offputting that no-one really seemed to feel sorry for her, or at least if they did they kept it very much to themselves, and Lena herself had never reported any incidences to the school itself...well..Lena had her doubts they'd take her seriously even if she had wanted to do that. Most of the teachers were convinced she must have been some kind of druggie, and 'random' locker searches always seemed to end up at hers. She'd once been dragged up before the pincipal and her parents called in to confront her with a packet in her bag...which'd turned out to be some basil her cousin, who went to a different school, had taken from her garden to give Lena for home economics. Her parents were pretty wealthy and fairly influential, and hadn't really appreciated getting dragged up in the middle of the day to scrutinize their daughter's seasoning choices, and they'd caused enough of a fuss that the heat was off her for a little while. Still, she was aware that if she wanted any adult intervention in matters at schools he was pretty much ut of luck.

The young woman trotted up to the group.
"Jessi." she spoke, adopting a sort of tone as if she were about to broker a business deal, which did not really follow into what she said after that.
""They say that you need to come back to Otherworld. I've been trying to sort things out by myself but it isn't working. I'm willing to put everything behind us if you and the others come back and help me. Archer is being extremely difficult and I'm having some serious trouble with the Sentinel recently..."

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Xander Hallow

Sleep was never easy for the Wolf, he always found himself restlessly tossing and turning during the night, and waking to the sunrise. The negative energies through the forest made him on edge. The evenings brought danger, and the days brought sadness. The trees had been speaking in hushed rustles, worry shaking the dead leaves right off their frail branches.

Sitting up in his cave, he removed the blanket from around his body and crawled out of the cave, his eyes fixated on the land in front of him. The division of the land was becoming more and more noticeable as the minutes ticked by in Xander's head. What used to be lush, green forestry, was now a dull brown; everything was limp, dried up.

Xander took a deep breath as the sun rose over the forest, painting the trees with golden light, and revealing all imperfections. A grimace trickled down Xander's face, as his eyes darted this way, then that. His mind wanders to Lena, wondering when she would come back... For time did not move the same in Otherworld as it did in Lena's; Hours in Lena's world could be translated into weeks in Otherworld, so Lena's visits, to Xander, were always very spontaneous and very much welcomed.

Standing, the boy grabs his spear and begins journeying down to the river to wash off. The walk to the river used to be his favorite part of every day, but as the years went on, and the negativity began to override Otherworld, it soon became his least favorite walk. As Xander approached the river, he began his daily routine, which consisted of a nice long soak in the river, and sharpening up his spear.

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I almost, almost, bashed my head against the table. I wanted to leave my childhood behind be not go back. Yeah sure the therapist suggested that I revisit my childhood on occasion, but that didn't mean "Pretend everything my imagination created was real". I gave a look to my friends saying that I would be back and that they shouldn't get involved, and that I could deal with Helena. I stood, coffee in one hand, and garbed one of Helena's arms and stormed off to a slightly more privet part of the school entrance.
"Look, Helena, I know our childhood means a lot to you, but sometimes..." That is when I saw River, an other childhood friend. I glared at the group of teens tossing around her medication. I glared. If there was one thing I didn't like it was picking on people, no matter how messed in the head they may be. Then again that might be because I was a little messed up for a while my self. I pointed to ward River "If you don't mind I am going to do something about that first, then we can talk." I know I was in no place to play hero, but if I didn't stop it then who would. I walked up to the group and easily caught the meds they where tossing around, I read the label. These where anti-depressants, they worked not only for depression, but anxiety as well.
"Hey man, want to join in the fun?" A junior with far to much hair product in his hair to be remotely attractive gave me a cocky grin. I scoffed and handed them back to River. I then proceeded to glare at them.
"Do you know who I am? I am Jessi, the president of the Drama council and one of the most popular kids in school, if I, or any of my friends see you picking on anyone again I will make sure that you and your little gang of wannabes never make it to the top in this school ever. In fact you will be even lower then Helena over there, and that isn't a nice reputation to have. Now, A little education for all of you, those meds you where tossing around are of anxiety, strong enough to make all of you lucid for a while, so before I decide to shove a few down your throat, I suggest you scram." I stayed very calm threw out my little rant, I didn't raise my voice, nor did I act mad. This for the most part scares teens more then a yelling person, and to my success, they ran. I sighed, that was good, now I didn't have to fight. I turned back to River. "You okay?"

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River stopped chasing after her medication when Jessi, an old friend from her younger days, caught the bottle.
"Do you know who I am? I am Jessi, the president of the Drama council and one of the most popular kids in school, if I, or any of my friends see you picking on anyone again. I will make sure that you and your little gang of wannabes even it to the top in this school ever. In fact, you will be even lower then Helena over there, and that isn't a nice reputation to have. Now, A little education for all of you, those meds you where tossing around are of anxiety, strong enough to make all of you lucid or a while, so before I decide to shove a few down your throat. i suggest you scram." Jessi said, while River listened, her head down, clutching the strap of her bag. The kids all ran after that and River was grateful. "You okay?" Jessi asked. River nodded. "Mhm." she said softly. "Thank you, Jessi," She said, trying to keep from shaking as her anxiety getting to her. She gingerly took the bottle from him and sat in a chair, she pulled a water bottle from her bag and popped two pills before downing the bottle, her leg tapping the linoleum, as she waited for the drugs to kick in. Her anxiety was getting worse, it didn't help that she was having nightmares again. Vivid and violent. Sleeping for more then a few hours was a thing of the past, much like alot of things in her life.

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"I did hear that y'know. I am standing right here." Helena announced her arms folded.

She could handle being brushed off gracefully enough. It happened so often that she could react to it like a natural. However when someone, someone who was supposed to have been her friend, was using her as some example to scare people like she was some kind of lesser species, she kinda took issue about it.

"So it's not okay for them to pick on her, but fine for you to say stuff like that about me? I mean....I know pretty much everyone in the school likes to have a go, and no-one ever objects to it....but I thought you might at least have the class to only say that kind of thing to your friends behind my back..." a notable tinge of bitterness had soaked into her tone.

She was bitter. She couldn't help it. She wanted to try and put all of that behind her and start things on a positive note, but this was not making it easy. Not when the already considerable trouble brought about by the forsaking of the world was componded by the disdain for her for remaining. When she didn't have a choice.

Clip-clop.

A noise.

Helena snapped round, looking behind her, getting some sense of something, some tall, spindly figure moving off in the edge of her vision, striding among the parked cars, easily avoiding them with its long limbs, metal hooves sounding on the asphalt.

Clip clop.

There was nothing there though. Just some cars and a few students who were dragging their feet about going in. Evenso the event left her unsettled, and she reached over to the stuffed toy, a white wolf that peeked out of her pack, and squeezed it.

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I patted River on the back lightly and faced Helena. She was clutching a very familiar toy, she looked frightened. I walked over to her. "if it makes you feel better, thous wannabes are most likely going to bully someone else and make their way to the bottom of the charts." Now I was standing two feet away from her now. "And I am more then sure that if you where the one having their meds tossed around then I would help and most likely say the same thing because it is fact Helena. I am also sure that if I saw anyone do something to you I would have done something about it, but it seams you pretty good at handling your self and some how nothing other then words come out of peoples mouths when they are around me." I huffed and crossed my arms in front of my own chest. "As for what I wanted to say earlier, I know our childhood means a lot to you, but sometimes you have to let go. Helena, we are old enough not to rely on something that isn't real. Why can't you grow up?" I probably sounded like a huge dick, but I didn't want to be reminded of my childhood, I didn't want to remember. I clenched my jaw, and if that meant I had to cast out the people that decided they wanted to remind me, then so be it.

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[Omg you guys post so quick >.< I fell asleep, sorry!]

~Zenofora Jesper Terellia~

|| Otherworld ||

As she walked away from her crumbling mess of a castle, Zen felt a slight pull, something inside her, like a motherly instinct that made her feel like something was wrong. She looked back to her castle, which now cast a soft red glow around it's edgeds, like it had done many times before. The red glow happened often when River was upset or anxious - or anytime she felt any sort of emotion, but Zen had forgotten about River, or atleast, her name. Zenofora had felt this pang of motherly instinct many, many times before, and she was slowly coming to the realisation that it had sometihng to do with the child in the dream she keeps having, but currently she just shrugged it off as something superstitious.

Zen turned away to ignore the glow of her castle but she still felt the tugging at her chest, which began to annoy her, she wanted to know what the source of this feeling was so she could get rid of it and go about her day, but she only knew of the child in her dreams, and that was the only place she could ever see her. Regardless, Zeno fought through the tugging and pulling that was determined to take her back to her castle, and continued her walk along the dirt, above ground paths that lead the 'main central' where he once followers woudl gather whenever they were not hiding underground.

Though, when she got to the center, not one of her followers were here, not even her gaurds. Strange she thought there's usually someone willing to entertain me.. her thoughts trailed off as she looked around the surrounding area, watching out for any wildlings or anyone else that may have snuck into her realm. But alas, there was no-one here. Zen sighed. Then she looked up, and she saw in the distance, three faded figures. A wicked grin grew across her face as she quickly made her way over to them, but as she got closer, the figures began to dissolve, like a disappearing shadow. One by one they slipped away from her, as she held out her hand to touch the last one, it paused in it's fading process, and Zeno stared,examining it as her palm pressed lightly against it's forehead. The figure looked familiar to Zeno, like the child in her dreams, but now older. But before she could place it, the figure vanished, leaving nothing but a faint red glow in it's wake.

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Rakim awoke in the living room at 6:13am. Another nightmare. Same one, had been for about a week now. It reminded him of when he was a Kid. Things were different then, his imagination was able to take him away, let him and his friends do whatever they wanted to do. Nowadays, he lived in the hood, and the only escape he could think of was death. And school, school's not bad.

John, his bestfriend, was awake sitting in the chair next to the door. "I'll watch the trap for now, go get a fuckin shower choppy, get your black ass to that school, and dont take my fuckin white ford, take your caddy".
Rakim went, grabbed a quick shower, loaded his backpack with what he'd need for the day. Some white, his 9, and a nice blunt for the drive into town, and another for the day at some point. He quickly tossed on a white beater, black jeans, and his favorite hat, it simply said "Choppy" in red and black lettering. He grabbed the keys to his black 86 cadillac coupe-deville, hopped in, and started her up. He loved his caddy. He had everything on it, pearlescent black paint, lowering kit, gold plated rims, gold plated handles, oak dash, and all the bells and whistles. As he was driving to the school, he realized this was his first day out into town in almost a month. He thought about why, and realised he didnt get 125 grand for going into town every day.

He was on the street beside the school when he saw her, and her friend. River. He remembered they used to be friends when they were kids, he had a crush on her then, and still does now. Of course, to everyone in town, Rakim was someone you didnt speak to unless told to do so. When Rakim got out of his caddy, he noticed some people throwing around something with River. Looked like they were picking on her. He decided to deal with it at a later time.

Rakim lit his blunt, was taking a nice cruise when he noticed one of the boys that puhsed with River that morning, he looked like he was heading to the school. Rakim followed. All the way back to the school. He opened the door, headed to the bathroom. Rakim followed, with his gun in his pants. The boy turned around and saw Rakim mid swing with his glock. *Crack* he busted the boys face open, knocked him on the ground. Rakim leaned into his ear and whispered "If I EVER see you fucking with that girl again, i'll ride on your block and kill your fucking family, got it?"

"yes y...yes...e...yes" The kid said through blood and sobs.

"Oh, and anyone asks, this never hapenned, you slipped and hit your face on a urinal."

"oooo.......o..ook"

then, just for accuracy of the story, he slammed the kids face on a urinal.

He did things like this often, usually just to keep bullying down in the school and around town, but this was different, this was for someone. Someone he hadn't talked to in 8 or so years.

As much as it was nice not having to deal with people and their bullshit, it made it hard to approach girls. Thankfully, most of his boys werent around today, so he would quite possibly be able to sneak up to Helena and talk to her.
right around the time Rakim was thinking of some McD's, the opporotunity arose.

He started walking towards her, waived her to come here. She seemed quite nervous, but Rakim was used to people being nervous around him.

"Hey uh, who was that girl you were walking with this morning?"

"Why?"

"Uhh, well, i dont know, she was like, pretty cute I guess"

"River"

"Can you like, maybe, tell her to come talk to me someday or something?"

She then walked off very quickly.

"Fuck." he said to himself.

He saw the boy again after he got lunch, face stitched, two black eyes, and a very busted nose. the kid turned, looked at Rakim, Rakim winked, threw him a Jr chicken, and then he was on his way. Rakim was just heading to the Liquor store to meet his buddy Lamar, when he saw Helena, walking with River and some Jessi guy. He heard that Jessi was good people, and he trusted his sources. He caught Helena's eyes, and she motioned for him to walkover.

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River pursed her lips in a parody of a smile as Jessi gave her a reassuring rub on her back.

She didn't want to be looked after but she didn't trust herself speak coherently. She was grateful for Jessi though, atleast he tried.

Helena approached them then very upset about the way Jessi defended her, she could understand her anger but at the same time, River felt like Jessi, Helena was probably just as crazy as she was only River was the one on medication. Helena could live in her fantasy world all she wanted and the biggest problem she had was kids picking on her. River had then, neglective parents and if she so much as spoke about that day, it was back to the Loonie bin- provided she remembered any of it.

It was then another old friend appeared. Rakim.

River looked away bashfully as he approached them, She wanted to strike up a conversation but she never knew what to say. He was too far out of her league. He was a cool kid and she was clinically insane. What could they possibly have to talk about?

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"I resent you implying that being like me is like the worst punishment you can dish out, and somehow assholes rank so far over me in this. I've never actually done anything." Helena responded defensively, her attention drawn back. She stuffed the toy down into the bag, not wanting to leave it pen to be grabbed.

"And just because I don't flip out it's okay for every student and half the staff here to pick on me?"
Yeah, you do get good at handling it when you've been doing it for ten years, she thought to herself, feeling bitter. It was fine to stand up for River, but it was all funny when someone shoved Helena in the swimming pool or tried to pull her skirt up or spat in her drink.

It was because, in her eyes, people seemed to feel she deserved it. That it was justified in some way.


She had to laugh at Jessi's comment. Not only because of the irony of it that he thought he was somehow doing her a favour, and the idea that she needed to grow up. She'd spent her night trying to fight off a hydra that had almost torn her arm out of its socket. She had seen creatures torn apart and sewn together as grotesque things by some depraved imaginary. She had faced the New Ruler and survived...just about. She wasn;t the one that had not grown up.

"This is going to happen, no matter what you say or do. I'm just giving you a chance to be ready for it. If you ignore me you;re still going to end up there one day, only I won't be around to help you. Your best bet is to listen to me and learn how to stop that happening before the Sentinel or Cadriel or Monarch gets to me and there's noone standing between you and the creatures....but I guess that's all on you people. It's just that I probably won't live to see the latter."

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River felt herself getting antsy about the whole conversation. Why did she acted like this? Helena was a beautiful person but regardless, none of that was real, if it were, River wouldn't be popping pills every four to six hours and she wouldn't be having weekly therapy.

She wouldn't have been locked away and sedated,

Tears brimmed her eyes as the memories flooded back.
"I-I can't do this." She stammered before breaking off into a full sprint only to smash into Rakim. She was so small, that he probably didn't even feel it. She just stood there, her head down, black coal hair hanging into her face, covering her tears. "I'm sorry." She said softly. Of course, she runs into him. Of course. Jessi was cool, no doubt about that but Rakim was one of those naturally cool guys, ones you only see in the movies and she ran smack into only to stop and look like a manaic. She stepped aside and quickly walked ahead, as she did she clamoured for her phone, It was a cheap old thing that housed like four numbers, which was her parents, grandparents, doctors and therapist.

She fumbled to call her parents, She was feeling a panic attack coming on, and her meds weren't working fast enough. Images flashed in her mind, too fast for her to make out clearly.

She needed out, it was as if her skin was too tight, the air was too still. She rose tge phone to her ear. "Hello..."
"Mom,It-"
"You've reached Katherine Morris' line, I am currently unavailable so if you leav-"

River tried calling her father but it was more of the same. Her breathing quickened more, until she broke out into a full sprint, this time dodging kids and teachers, and bursting out the door. She just ran and ran until she found herself in the school parking lot. She stopped to catch her breath, and placed her hand on a Cadillac to brace herself.

"It never happened." She said. "Only a dream." She repeated, as she doubled over, gulping in breath after breath.

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Rakim stood in the middle of the front entrance of the school for a moment, unsure of whether to walk over or stand there until one of the boys called him. Fuck it, what did he have to loose.

He walked over while trying desperately to put his gun in his bag without them noticing. he ended up just turning around for a moment, stuffed it in his bag, then walked over to her.

He walked for a minute with the three of them, wondering what to say. He nervously put his hand on her back, and spoke.

"Saw what happened this morning, those kids are idiots, I heard one of them fell face first into a urinal earlier."

She laughed, somewhat nervously, but it was a nervousness that he wasn't used to, one that seemed less, threatening.

"Yeah, you remember this? We must've been about 10 years old, we were playing in the woods and I fell off a tree, cut my face right up. The next day, this girl, she was makin fun of me, called me an ugly ni**er. Then you punched her in the face and Jessi chased her all the way home. So, i guess what I'm trying to say is, it happens to everyone. If you want, i'll make sure nobody ever does anything to you again. Just let me drive you home. I can give your other two friends a ride too, but it looks like their going to go do their own thing."

She couldn't help but laugh at the old memory of them.

Rakim thought back for a minute, he was a funny kid. one that did all kinds of stupid things. He had been in a different world lately, one that he wasn't allowed to be human in. He liked spending time with his old friends, even if they weren't popular or cool. It made him feel human, like he wasn't in the hood anymore. And then he realized it. There's two escapes from the hood, Death, and these three people. He vowed to himself, that even if River wasn't interested, he was going to watch her back. And make sure to take time out of his day to hangout with them. He might still be a hood kid, but he didn't have to be 24/7.

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River felt a hand touch her back, as she kneeled over the car, she looked up to see Rakim behind her. She stood up slowly.

"Saw what happened eariler, Those kids are idiots. I heard one of them fell and hit his face off a urinal." River gave a quick chuckle. Clearly Rakim played the role of gravity but again she was grateful, her panic attack had all but ceased but there was still anxiety in her voice as always.

"Yeah, you remember this? We must've been around 10 years old, we were playing in the woods and I fell off a tree, cut my face right up. The next day, this girl, she was makin fun of me, called me an ugly ni**er, Then you punched her in the face and Jessi chased her all the way home. So I guess what I'm trying to say is, it happens to everyone. If you want, I'll make sure nobody ever does anything to you again. Just let me drive you home. I can give your other two friends a ride too, but it looks like their going to go do their own thing." He said and River gave a larger smile then she had in a while. She remembered, she was spunkier in those days.

She remembered him being really sick once and her parents actually took her to see him in the hospital. One of those rare family times that all but disappeaered when she went crazy. She'd spent hours and hours with him then.

"I remember that day." She said, her voice small and quiet, with a nod. She sort of jerked a bit as if she were going in for a hug but stopped herself, deciding against it. She looked down at the floor, she used to hug him all the time. "I--I could use a ride." she said nervously. "Thank you..."She said, and she actually meant for the bullies but left it to his imagination, just incase she was wrong.

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As Zen turned around to walk away from where the figures had been, she caught in the corner of her eye the same red glow she had seen only a moment before, but this time, the glow grew brighter and brighter until it almost matched the colour of her red eyes. Zenofora stood, and watched the shadow figure as it glowed, wonder what it could be or even who it was. Zeno stretched out her hand again to try and touch the figure but suddenly it bolted, and began running. So she followed it, now more curious than before - at first she thought it was just something she imagined, or a trick played on her by her realm, but nothing that wasn't atleast a bit human could run so fast.

She chased the glowing red figure across her lang until it came to a stop and leaned itself against a rock, seemingly catching it's breath. Then she saw another shadow, it was a tall figure, almost taller than herself, which made her step back to be able to examine it fully. As she watched, Zen could see motions of mouth, talking and laughing and she swore for a moment she could hear it too, but only for a moment, then it was gone. The tugging her her chest began to lessen as the glow of the smaller shadow began to become less and less red. Zeno stood back and watched the two figures, all the while her mouth slightly open agape, she didn't quite know what to think of the shadows, but she defiently wanted to find out more.

Zen figured that, if she wanted questions, she might aswell ask, it was worth a shot, was it not?
"Hello?" Zenofora began in her demonesque voice, "Wha- who are you? Why are you here in the otherworld? Are you even real?.." she asked as curiousity again grew inside her, and she reached out a firm hand to touch the red figure on the arm, attempting to see if it actually felt human, or if it was just thin air.

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"Hello?" a voice whispered in her mind.

River's eyes went wide, and she looked at Rakim. "Wha-who are you? Why are you here in the otherworld? Are you even real?"

River whimpered, closing her hands over her eyes. "The voices...." She cried, gripping her head. Why weren't the medication working? "It's not real. They're not real!" She said, shaking her head. Then suddenly, something brushed against her skin.

River screamed and tucked into Rakim's chest absentmindedly. "Tell me it's not real! Please!" She cried out, hiding her face in his chest, quivering in fear. Why were the voices back? They'd been queit for so long, why not.

Helena.

She brought up all that stuff about their childhood, brought the voices back.

"Please stop, please..."She cried, trying to will the voices away. "Please..."

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River had looked at Rakim, and then, started freaking out about the voices. She had tucked herself into his chest, so he held her. He was about to say that the voices weren't real, but he had heard it himself. "It's alright" he said, but something was, different. He looked down into Rivers eyes, She looked up at his, and then it happened.

They weren't anywhere near his caddy. Some other place, it reminded him of their imaginary place as kids, except rundown, old, and unkept. "Uhh, River, I think it's real"

A figure was not too far from them, it looked like a woman, with pointed ears, and long red hair. Rakim wasn't sure of what to do, this was all so, unimaginable. They were back to the place they used to go as kids, what did they call it? The otherworld, Rakim thought to himself. His mind began to wander, wondering what happened to the place, what had went on here after they continued with their lives.

The woman went to speak, but Rakim spoke first.

"Is this......actually real. Like am I here right now?"

Then, just as soon as they were there, they were gone again.

He walked with River back to the car, squeezed her hand, completely unsure of what to say.

He decided to play it off. "You want to grab supper or something? My buddy John makes a damn good chickenburger"

"Sure" She responded. She seemed embarassed about what just happened, but Rakim couldn't argue, he was just as mind boggled as she was.

He dialed. No answer. Dialed again. No answer. He picked up the third time, and Rakim lost it on him

"You dumb montherfucker I thought you were dead, pick up your fucking phone" John was used to this kind of reaction, and responded casually

"Lemme guess, your calling me to roll a joint and make some chickenburgers. Who's comin over?"

Rakim begain to whisper "A girl from school, shes cute, so try and keep the dogs away eh?"

"Sure, but hurry up man I'm out and we got white girls lining up at the door for that new shit you got, apparently it's pretty great."

Rakim laughed, then hungup.

He looked at River, and asked the question.

"You smoke?"

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The sun forever rose higher into the sky, the giant energy source pulsating, pushing and pulling through the atmosphere. As Xander washed behind his ears and scrubbed away the dirt, his ears perked up slowly to a rustle in the bushes. Setting his spear down against a tree, he got down, chest to the ground and ears pointed.

Rustle rustle... The bushes only a few feet ahead flickered this way and that.

It was time for breakfast...

A sharp grin overrides Xander's face as his eyes flickered to a pure white, his spine bending, curling forward, as he shifted into his wolf form. His paws glided across the grass as he slipped towards the bushes...

rustle...

As Xander was pulled closer towards the sounds, he paused for a moment, his eyes trailing ahead, and a scent hitting his nose.

Hunters.

Xander's eyes widened as two centaurs, armed in plated silver rushed out of the bushes, bow and arrows at the ready.

"Surrender now, and we won't hurt you," The first one spoke, his hoof denting into the ground with rage, "Run, and we have every reason to shoot you where you're standing, mutt." His iris eyes bore into Xander's soul and a snarl ripped from Xander's throat, no way was he giving in now. Lena wouldn't, why should he?

Spinning on his heel, Xander darted back towards the stream, arrows flying past his head as he zipped through the trees. As he neared the river, he curled his back legs and launched himself over to the other side of the river bank and quickly staked out underneath some bushes for a moment.

Closing his eyes, he began to see a light filling his closed eyelids, his energies around him pulsating, his body becoming a vessel, allowing the land's energies to pass through him at a high frequency. His silver body began to vibrate immensely and suddenly his energies split into five different power sources, all forming into silver wolves, replicating his exact structure.

"MOVE!" He howled to the spirits, as he heard the Centaur's hooves pounding against the ground and the replicas split off into every direction, as Xander continued to hide in the bushes, concentrating his energies.

Hearing the Centaur's hooves track off in another direction, Xander waited...

He wasn't sure for how long, but he continued to concentrate as their scents faded out.

Shifting back into a human, Xander stays crouched to the ground, slipping into the river and passing over to the other side once more, grabbing his spear.

He continued to crawl back towards his cave, so he could hide out for a bit.

I wish Lena were here... Xander sighs quietly as he continued to slowly make his way back, trying to be quiet as he could.

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River's mind was reeling. She saw that woman before. She did? Who was she?

More importantly. Rakim saw her too.

River watched him as he conversated on the phone, his hand firmly wrapped around hers. Her face flushed, at the closeness of it.

He was just being nice. Just a simple gesture from friend to old friend? He couldn't possibly mean more then that?

Regardless, her hand was still in his, and she kept it there.

'He is too cool for you' Her mind taunted. 'Much too cool. He feels bad for you, that's all' River let her head dropped, looking at her old brown boots that were too big, beat up and worn. 'Right' she thought. 'He's just being nice'

"...pretty cute." She heard him whisper and River looked up some. 'Was he talking about me?' she thought. She wouldn't know what to do with herself if he were talking about her. What if he were, does he like her? Is that why he was being so nice. They were friends when they were small but after she was committed, they hadn't really spoken at all until today.

"You smoke?" Rakim asked, bring her back to the present. River blinked a few times before answering. "N-no..." She said. But I overdosed on sleeping pills once, nearly died, she added in her head. "Um...I...uh wouldn't mind...trying?" She said, her words were so unsure that she wished she wouldn't have said anything.

She just dropped her head, her arm limp at her side save for the one loosely holding on to his.

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Helena bit on her bottom lip as River took off and Rakim went after her. No-one was taking this seriously. No-one understood how much trouble they were in, no-one realized how much trouble she was in.

"Forget it." the redhead hissed in frustration.

She turned and made her way her way off on her own. She needed additional time anyway. She'd taken to using a side door connecting to a rarely-used walkway between the buildings. It meant she could avoid the kids that hung round the main entrance and liked to throw their sandwiches as her. In a poor mood she hurried down the concrete steps and down the narrow path.

It wasn't fair. None of it was fair. She'd only started all of this to protect these people, and now she was in too deep to back out, and they were all too concerned with trivial stuff to even listen to her. The only friend she had left was Xander. He was a proper friend....but unfortunately spending any time with him also meant her life on the line too...becaue everyone had dropped Otherworld nd left her to clean up their mess.


Clip-clop.

Lena paused, hearing it again.

Everything was eerily silent.

Clip.


Clop.

SHHHK!

Pain exploded through her shoulder. She screamed and arced her body like she'd just been stabbed, before falling limp, head striking the brickwork as she collapsed into a heap on the concrete.



The girl was lying on her back on the smooth, damp, very hard ground. A pike had gone through her shoulder and collided with the surface, and blood was sstarting to seep through the leather vest she wore and onto the ground.

The sentinel stood over her, tall and spindly wearing a long patchwork coat of regal purple, its elongated, horse-like head comprise of gears and cable and rusted metal turned onto its side to properly view her, the insides of its skull carapace lit with red heat from its core.
"I'm going to be most handsomely rewarded for bringing you in." it stated in an eloquent, aristocratic tone.

"That's n-not fair." Helena replied, struggling to plant her feet and hands and take deep breaths despite the pike grating against her rib bones.
"You can't just attack me while I'm not...here...this fight is forfeit. You have t-to let me go."

"We're changing the rules." it replied, long iron teeth clacking together as it spoke.
"While we can't hold onto you for long now, soon you and any of the creators will be pulled in whenever we want, taken out at our leisure. Of course my current time restrictions on the subject are nor really in your favour....because I can't take you in alive...I will simply have to bring them your head..."

It reached a taloned metallic hand forwards, and that was when she seized the pike in both hands, springing up to her feet and ramming the blunt end into the thing's chest, making it stumble long enough for her to rip it out of her shoulder and make a run for the trees.

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Zen sighed, having no response from the figures she'd become discouraged. Then, as she turned to walk away, angrily stomping out a flower beneath her foot she heard a voice, "Uhh, River, I think it's real" Zeno snapped back, turning instantly on her heels to face the now full-bodied figures.

Her mouth hung agape for a while as she tripped on her words, trying to say something, "Wh- buu-" she'd struggle, eyeing the two. She saw a tall, dark-skinned boy, who looked confused, he stared at her, she stared back. Then her eyes found the smaller figure, a girl, pressed close to the boy's chest. A outline glew red around the girl, and Zen's eyes widened. She finally knew what she was going to say, and opened her mouth to speak, "Riv-" but she was cut off, the boy spoke again,
"Is this......actually real. Like am I here right now?" then, before she could open her mouth again to answer, they were gone, fading into a blur.

Stumbling back, Zenofora blinked, then blinked again. She couldn't believe what she had just experienced. THAT was her, that girl, the glowing red figure. It was her! Zen grinned exctidely and did a little dance one the spot,
"Finally!" she called out loud, it was her! Finally, she was back. Zen just KNEW she couldn't forget about her, she just knew it. Now, there was only one problem, how was she going to get her back to the Otherworld?

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Helena Norrevinter

"Someone told me I was delusional. I nearly fell off my unicorn."

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Character Portrait: Rakim
Rakim

No, it's fine. they aren't real."

Character Portrait: Ashley Campbell
Ashley Campbell

"Go away, I have work to do."

Character Portrait: River Morris
River Morris

"I made them up, they aren't real." WIP

Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter
Helena Norrevinter

"Someone told me I was delusional. I nearly fell off my unicorn."

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Character Portrait: River Morris
River Morris

"I made them up, they aren't real." WIP

Character Portrait: Ashley Campbell
Ashley Campbell

"Go away, I have work to do."

Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter
Helena Norrevinter

"Someone told me I was delusional. I nearly fell off my unicorn."

Character Portrait: Rakim
Rakim

No, it's fine. they aren't real."


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