Disenchanted
A Friendly Introduction
“Because, because, because, because, because!! Because of the wonderful things he does! Lalalalalala!!!” The two of us burst into laughter. Abby had remembered the song. She said it was from a movie called The Wizard of Oz. I still didn’t know what that was, but whatever.
We had walked nonstop for almost 100 kilometers when a building came into focus. It was old, classic-looking. On the roof was a word: DINER. As we neared, a figure came out to accompany us. He – as far as I could tell it was a he – glided toward us on top of some old in-line skates. He had one of those loose shirt things that said “NOISE” over a tank and polka-dotted tights.
“Shadow!” He yelled from about 10 meters away. By now we had stopped short, waiting for him, “Shadow, oh my god!You’re alive!” He pulled Abby into a tight hug. His back was to me, and I had just noticed something that know person should ever be subjected to see – a black thong. I grimaced and looked up at Abby. She looked as uncomfortable as I felt.
The roller-skater pulled back, “You okay?” She adjusted her satchel and smiled a little. He nodded and turned to me, “I know you’ve gone missing a few times, but you’ve never brought home any friends…” He cleared his throat and looked at me disapprovingly.
“Excuse me?” I said, taken aback.
Abby stepped in front of me, “I’m sorry, but I don’t know you. And I would appreciate you not being rude to my friend. Also, who is shadow?”
“I, uhhh… I – You’re Shadow. Shadow Chaser – that’s your name,” Abby was dumbstruck. She looked almost in pain from the face she was making.The roller-skater looked back at me, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to imply anything about you. Here, come inside. I’m Show Pony, by the way, but you can call me Pony,” we both obliged happily. It had been a long day.
The inside was definitely an old diner with the cheesy checkered floors and the colored leather booths and the cute little bar. It was… authentic. I liked it. A man in a wheelchair greeted us at the door. He was pretty intimidating, despite his limitation.
“Shadow, it’s wonderful that you’re back.” She smiled back at him half-heartedly.
Show Pony took note of her discomfort, “That’s okay. Kobra is coming. Maybe he’ll bring some memories back then…” he said quietly to Abby, then to the wheelchair man, “She says she doesn’t remember anything. I think during the time we thought the Dracs got her, they did something to her brain. Like a short-term memory wipe or something.”
The old man nodded and turned back towards us, “Well then. I guess I’m Doctor Death Defying, but you can call me Doctor D.” He seemed to be telling the truth, despite his messed up name.
“Well, I’m-“
“No, we don’t want to know you’re names. You’ll get a new one soon enough.” So… what? This was some type of cult or something.
“Ummm… Okaaay…” was the only thing I could think to say.
Abby sat down in one of the booths, but I still stood there, listening to Doctor D and Show Pony’s conversation. They weren’t whispering therefore I stood therefore I wasn’t eavesdropping, “I got to Party, Kobra, and the others through the waves,” he said, “They should be getting here soon. Maybe 30 minutes or so. They walked into the back, probably discussing what to do with Abby – I mean Shadow Chaser and me. I decided not to follow. All I heard after that were a few loud static noises after that.
I sat down next to Abby, “So… does this bring back any memories?”
“No,” she replied curtly. I never felt what she was feeling, but I tried to empathize with her.
“I- I’m sorry. Ab- I mean Shadow. I like your new – I mean old – name. Shadow Chaser. Sounds like a force to be reckoned with.” Abby smiled.
“I know right. No wonder the Dracs wanted me,” she was back.
We bantered lightly for about 20 minutes. Show Pony brought us some food. Dog food that is. I just had to laugh at the face Abby – er… Shadow made when Pony placed those ever-so-familiar white cans in front of us. I knew that after that scrumptious apple, this was going to make me sick, but I was starving! The can was empty in 5 minutes.
I leaned back in my seat when I noticed that Shadow was stirring the stuff around like an unhappy 8-year-old.
“You gonna eat that?” I asked, still hungry.
“No.” Shadow and her one-word replies.
I grabbed it from her hands, “Thanks,” I came back in a similar manner. After finishing it in an astonishing 2 minutes, I was definitely going to puke. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. In there for no more than 5 minutes, I was done throwing up my kidneys. I tried to spit the taste out of my mouth. Ugh, If only I could brush my teeth right now. Or even some use some mouthwash. I wiped my mouth and opened the door to a truckload of Killjoys. I’m sorry – Fabulous Killjoys. And they were definitely fabulous.
The one in front had firetruck red hair and these really sexy, intense eyes. He wore a blue jacket and dirty white jeans. I blushed and touched my lip, diverting my eyes toward the next.
He had long, black hair with light hazel colored eyes. The yellow and black vest he was wearing had a happy, and sort of creepy, little puppet face thing on it. He was pretty short. Actually, a bit shorter than me. So… 5’1”-5’2”? Something like that.
To the right of the redhead was a blondie. His hair hid a rather frantic, but handsome, face. He had a strong jaw and cheekbones. Along with his very intense expression was a bright red jacket that would probably glow without all that dirt on it. I wonder how bad I look right now…
Another was Mister-I-got-a-mane-like-a-lion-you-don’t-deal-with-it. It was freaking shiny. I mean seriously – fro… everywhere. He had a jacket too… I think it was black, but I don’t l know. I was too busy looking at his hair.
There was one more, a little girl. She had a cute little fro, too. Not quite as amazing, but still cute. She looked… sort of happy. It was weird. Not quite as intense as the world around her. Like she saw the world through childlike, playground eyes.
Right. So they had burst through the doors just seconds after I opened the door. Lucky me. No, I’m serious. This was a nice looking group of guys.
“Shadow – Where is Shadow?”The blonde one was screaming at the air. Abby looked up, being called back to reality.
“I’m Shadow, I think. At least that’s what the polka-dotted guy with no sense of what a personal bubble is called me. Oh, and that dark-haired guy. What was it? Ummm… Doctor D? Yeah, that’s it.”
The blonde rushed over and squeezed her tightly, then stopped when she tensed up. He scooted away and mumbled, “I’m – I’m sorry Shadow. I just – I – I forgot for a minute…” He looked ashamed. I heard a snicker come from one of the others and followed suit.
They turned around to look at the noise coming from the bathroom. I mirrored their scrutinizing gazes with my lovely, innate defiance.
“Hi.” I said, rather sassily
The redhead raised his hand awkwardly. He smiled a very good-natured smile. One unlike any I had ever seen. It was so rare in a world so bland. So terrible. That’s when I remembered.
He was the man from my dream.
We had walked nonstop for almost 100 kilometers when a building came into focus. It was old, classic-looking. On the roof was a word: DINER. As we neared, a figure came out to accompany us. He – as far as I could tell it was a he – glided toward us on top of some old in-line skates. He had one of those loose shirt things that said “NOISE” over a tank and polka-dotted tights.
“Shadow!” He yelled from about 10 meters away. By now we had stopped short, waiting for him, “Shadow, oh my god!You’re alive!” He pulled Abby into a tight hug. His back was to me, and I had just noticed something that know person should ever be subjected to see – a black thong. I grimaced and looked up at Abby. She looked as uncomfortable as I felt.
The roller-skater pulled back, “You okay?” She adjusted her satchel and smiled a little. He nodded and turned to me, “I know you’ve gone missing a few times, but you’ve never brought home any friends…” He cleared his throat and looked at me disapprovingly.
“Excuse me?” I said, taken aback.
Abby stepped in front of me, “I’m sorry, but I don’t know you. And I would appreciate you not being rude to my friend. Also, who is shadow?”
“I, uhhh… I – You’re Shadow. Shadow Chaser – that’s your name,” Abby was dumbstruck. She looked almost in pain from the face she was making.The roller-skater looked back at me, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to imply anything about you. Here, come inside. I’m Show Pony, by the way, but you can call me Pony,” we both obliged happily. It had been a long day.
The inside was definitely an old diner with the cheesy checkered floors and the colored leather booths and the cute little bar. It was… authentic. I liked it. A man in a wheelchair greeted us at the door. He was pretty intimidating, despite his limitation.
“Shadow, it’s wonderful that you’re back.” She smiled back at him half-heartedly.
Show Pony took note of her discomfort, “That’s okay. Kobra is coming. Maybe he’ll bring some memories back then…” he said quietly to Abby, then to the wheelchair man, “She says she doesn’t remember anything. I think during the time we thought the Dracs got her, they did something to her brain. Like a short-term memory wipe or something.”
The old man nodded and turned back towards us, “Well then. I guess I’m Doctor Death Defying, but you can call me Doctor D.” He seemed to be telling the truth, despite his messed up name.
“Well, I’m-“
“No, we don’t want to know you’re names. You’ll get a new one soon enough.” So… what? This was some type of cult or something.
“Ummm… Okaaay…” was the only thing I could think to say.
Abby sat down in one of the booths, but I still stood there, listening to Doctor D and Show Pony’s conversation. They weren’t whispering therefore I stood therefore I wasn’t eavesdropping, “I got to Party, Kobra, and the others through the waves,” he said, “They should be getting here soon. Maybe 30 minutes or so. They walked into the back, probably discussing what to do with Abby – I mean Shadow Chaser and me. I decided not to follow. All I heard after that were a few loud static noises after that.
I sat down next to Abby, “So… does this bring back any memories?”
“No,” she replied curtly. I never felt what she was feeling, but I tried to empathize with her.
“I- I’m sorry. Ab- I mean Shadow. I like your new – I mean old – name. Shadow Chaser. Sounds like a force to be reckoned with.” Abby smiled.
“I know right. No wonder the Dracs wanted me,” she was back.
We bantered lightly for about 20 minutes. Show Pony brought us some food. Dog food that is. I just had to laugh at the face Abby – er… Shadow made when Pony placed those ever-so-familiar white cans in front of us. I knew that after that scrumptious apple, this was going to make me sick, but I was starving! The can was empty in 5 minutes.
I leaned back in my seat when I noticed that Shadow was stirring the stuff around like an unhappy 8-year-old.
“You gonna eat that?” I asked, still hungry.
“No.” Shadow and her one-word replies.
I grabbed it from her hands, “Thanks,” I came back in a similar manner. After finishing it in an astonishing 2 minutes, I was definitely going to puke. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. In there for no more than 5 minutes, I was done throwing up my kidneys. I tried to spit the taste out of my mouth. Ugh, If only I could brush my teeth right now. Or even some use some mouthwash. I wiped my mouth and opened the door to a truckload of Killjoys. I’m sorry – Fabulous Killjoys. And they were definitely fabulous.
The one in front had firetruck red hair and these really sexy, intense eyes. He wore a blue jacket and dirty white jeans. I blushed and touched my lip, diverting my eyes toward the next.
He had long, black hair with light hazel colored eyes. The yellow and black vest he was wearing had a happy, and sort of creepy, little puppet face thing on it. He was pretty short. Actually, a bit shorter than me. So… 5’1”-5’2”? Something like that.
To the right of the redhead was a blondie. His hair hid a rather frantic, but handsome, face. He had a strong jaw and cheekbones. Along with his very intense expression was a bright red jacket that would probably glow without all that dirt on it. I wonder how bad I look right now…
Another was Mister-I-got-a-mane-like-a-lion-you-don’t-deal-with-it. It was freaking shiny. I mean seriously – fro… everywhere. He had a jacket too… I think it was black, but I don’t l know. I was too busy looking at his hair.
There was one more, a little girl. She had a cute little fro, too. Not quite as amazing, but still cute. She looked… sort of happy. It was weird. Not quite as intense as the world around her. Like she saw the world through childlike, playground eyes.
Right. So they had burst through the doors just seconds after I opened the door. Lucky me. No, I’m serious. This was a nice looking group of guys.
“Shadow – Where is Shadow?”The blonde one was screaming at the air. Abby looked up, being called back to reality.
“I’m Shadow, I think. At least that’s what the polka-dotted guy with no sense of what a personal bubble is called me. Oh, and that dark-haired guy. What was it? Ummm… Doctor D? Yeah, that’s it.”
The blonde rushed over and squeezed her tightly, then stopped when she tensed up. He scooted away and mumbled, “I’m – I’m sorry Shadow. I just – I – I forgot for a minute…” He looked ashamed. I heard a snicker come from one of the others and followed suit.
They turned around to look at the noise coming from the bathroom. I mirrored their scrutinizing gazes with my lovely, innate defiance.
“Hi.” I said, rather sassily
The redhead raised his hand awkwardly. He smiled a very good-natured smile. One unlike any I had ever seen. It was so rare in a world so bland. So terrible. That’s when I remembered.
He was the man from my dream.
Notes
ReadersYes, I know. I take forever to update! It was exam week!!! I was studying!! Whatever. YAY! I HAVE LIKE 6 SUBSCRIBERS!!! I'M SO HAPPY!!!! Thank you for the comments you guys. Ya'll are the best. 'Til next time.
ChemicalWhovian
10/3/13