Sunday, 31 May 2009

Amy-chan. Her life, her story. Part 4.

Well, I've got some interesting news first of all. Since I finally got paid, I've been able to post adverts left, right and centre, all over the internets. So far, these have garnered a handful of clicks, about a hundred in only a day, so hello to all of you.

I also have that wonderful new banner at the top of this blog, drawn for me by Elliot Dombo, of Strawberry Deathcake. You can find a link to his wonderful webcomic on my sidebar. All of this means that I now have a responsibility to get these stories down and posted, or else I'll never keep any of these new visitors.

So, without further ado, here is the fourth part to Amy-chan. You may be wondering who that girl is that she is arguing with in the top banner, but don't worry, she'll be appearing later.

Imagine a room. A white room, with only one door. Imagine this room as being an 8 foot cube and white, with square padding covering every surface, even the door. The only exception would be the mirrored window in the door, which is a foot square and set five feet from the ground.
Inside this room is a female green humanoid. She is five foot four inches tall. Her physique is slim. She is dressed in a purple outfit of strange design, similar to a ballerina’s leotard, but without the frilly dress. On top of this is a white straightjacket. Her hair is the same shade of bright green as her skin and as long as she is tall. It is tied into dreadlocks.
She also happens to be unconscious, although we join her just as she awakens. Her eyelids flicker as she takes a deep breath. Her body feels heavy, but only by comparison to how it usually does on this planet. She rises to a sitting position and opens her eyes. Groggily, she surveys the room that has just been described. Effortlessly she rips the straightjacket apart and rises to her feet. Her motions are unsteady as she slowly walks over to the mirror.
She stands on her tip-toes and studies her face carefully. She doesn’t recognise the creature that she sees. Confused, she focuses, trying to remember anything, but comes up empty. She has a few, fleeting memories but they are gone just as soon as she tries to grasp them.
Gently she tries the door handle, only to find that it is locked. After a quick glance around the room, she makes her decision and rends the door from its’ hinges. She is instantly set upon by a mass of orange fur. The sheer force that this fur was flung at her with knocks her back, but she maintains her footing. She twists sideways, throwing the strange creature away from her.
She stares at the creature, taking in everything about it. It is humanoid, with two arms and two legs, each covered in the same orange fur as her face. She wears pink and red clothes, which seem familiar yet alien to the green girl. The green girl takes in all of these facts, but is mostly perturbed by the sharp claws and bright fangs that the orange creature is barring with intensity.
They stare at each other for a few seconds. The green girl breaks the silence first, with a loud burst of sound from her mouth, technically referred to as a scream of utter terror. This was succeeded by the green girl’s quick egress, by which I mean that she ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She belted it down corridor after corridor, turning randomly whenever she found an opportunity.
After quite a substantial amount of running, she rested against the wall. To her dismay the furry creature turned the corner ahead of her. The creature straightened her stance and made a such series of noises, which the green girl understood to mean “Hey, get back here!” The green girl didn’t comply, which prompted yet more running. This time the green girl found some ladders, which she climbed with as much haste as she could muster. The creature proved to be able to muster even more speed.
The green girl reached the top of the ladder and leapt off, propelling her into a full sprint several feet away. The orange creature didn’t break stride as she pursued. The green girl glanced back, which as anybody who’s watched a horror film knows is something you should never do. When she returned her gaze to the proper, front-facing direction, she crashed into another humanoid, this one draped in black clothes. They both hit the floor in a pile, onto which the orange creature jumped.
“Amy-chan, have you been scaring our guest?”
“Um, depends on what you mean by scaring.”
“This poor creature appears to be frightened out of her mind.”
“In that case yes, I have been scaring our guest. But not on purpose. I was trying to be friendly.”
“Well maybe you could be friendly somewhere other than directly on top of me? You’re making it difficult to breath.”
“Sorry.” The one identified as Amy-chan said as she rose to her feet. She reached down and helped the green girl up. Heartman was the last to rise, because he was at the bottom of the pile, which would have made getting up first difficult really. He lowered himself to the green girl’s eye level and placed his hand upon her shoulder with gentleness.
“I am informed that you understand human speech. Is this true?”
“Umm, yes.”
“Ah, good. We mean you no harm. Provided, of course, that you do not intend to harm us.”
“Why would I want to do that?”
“You don’t remember?”
“Remember what?”
“Never-mind. All that matters is that no-one was hurt.”
“Ummm, if you don’t mind my asking, who are you? And, ummm, what are you going to do with me?” The green girl asked.
“My name’s Heartman. And to be honest, I’m not sure what we’re going to do with you. Amy-chan has told me that your name is Rhuk.”
“That sounds kind’ve familiar. But I can’t remember anything about who I am.”
Before Heartman could make an attempt at a reply, a loud and distinctly alarm-like noise began ringing throughout the mansion.
“The priority alarm!” Heartman began hobbling as fast as was possible towards a door on the other side of the room. Amy-chan gripped Rhuk by the arm and followed. When Heartman reached the door he yanked it open and practically threw himself into the large armchair contained within. He flicked a switch on the computer panel in front of him. The alarm stopped as the face of the Minister for Defence appeared on the screen.
“You rang sir?”
“Prompt as always Mr Heartman. I have a situation which I believe will require your specialist expertise. Normally I wouldn’t dream of asking for your help while you were recuperating, but the SAS team I sent hasn’t returned.”
“Oh dear.”
“My thoughts exactly. I would like you and your assistant to investigate. I’m sending you the information now.”
Heartman nodded as the Minister for Defence ended the call. He read through the document, then read through it again. He then turned to the two girls.
“Rhuk, I think I’ve figured out what we’re going to do with you. You and Amy-chan will be going to Scotland.”

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