Elements of The Earth IC
8 teenagers are going about their normal day when they all get into some type of accident. When they wake up, they are in an alternate universe. They find themselves in a clearing surrounded by trees with 7 others just as confused as them. Nobody knows where they are or why they are there, but they all have one thing in common. They find out that they can each control an element of the world: Water, Electricity, Nature, Frost, Fire, Earth, Shadows, and Air. They need to learn how to control their powers, work together, and fight against the darkness threatening to take over.
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"Father, let me out of the car."
"No, Mark! We're going to spend some quality time together whether you like it or not!"
Currently, two men sat inside of a dark, nondescript car. The older man, seemingly in his forties, pressed his foot against the gas pedal even harder after the brief interaction with his son. The car zoomed through the gloomy darkness of the interstate, the only sound being the cold air drifting from the AC, and the sound of rain-droplets hitting against the windshield. The car itself was fairly large, with three sets of seats; one to the farthermost back, one in the middle, and the two in the front. Mark Shadesman sat in the passenger seat, eyes half-lidded and bored.
His father forced him into the car, where, despite his struggles, drove them into the city. They originally lived far away from civilization, closer to Mark's private school and away from the hustle and bustle of city life. Despite being so far away from available jobs, Mark's father somehow netted them enough money for a very large house, a decent car, and a maid or two. However, due to his life of no friends, as he lived away from any potential ones, Mark eventually became subdued and sharp. His father, saddened by the lack of communication, decided to take the two out to a movie.
With a sigh, Mark Shadesman turned to look at the passing scenery. It was pretty, but he didn't really care about that. Why was he chosen? He was having fun reading novels about interesting facts...but nooo, his father had to become pussy-fied and he HAD to take Mark away from the house, and to this little joy-ride. Despicable.
Mark turned away from the window. Glanced at his father. The man's eyes were wide, with a tinge of red around the pupil. He looked panicked, as if he knew that they were in trouble. Mark gave him an odd look; a small uprising of his sharp ebony eyebrows.
"Art thou flustered, father?" he snorted, giving the man an uneasy look. Father shook his head and kept his eyes on the road...or, a bit farther down the road, rather. A bunch of flashing lights slapped Mark in the eye. Mark gave his father a horrified look. What was happening?!
A loud bumping noise. Mark stared forward. His mouth opened in horror, forcing the scarf that was wrapped around his chin to tip forward, falling to the floor. Three speeding diesel trucks....heading right for them. There was no where to go; the road was too small. The men driving the trucks HAD to be drunk. Father turned towards Mark, and gave him a tearful smile.
"Some movie, eh son?"
Flashing lights, birds chirping...more lights...feeling of grass...
Mark slowly sat up, oddly feeling no pain. He glanced around. seven others lay in a circle around him. He sighed.
"Heaven actually exists. Hum. Was I a pedophile in some other life?"
He gave a shrug and shakily stood up. Where was he? A dream? Hallucination? Mark staggered around in a circle before looking down at the sleeping children. What was he to do, now?
"Where are we going, bro?"
"We just have to pick up something for dinner."
Two boys were walking down a small town street. One was nearing adulthood, eighteen or so. The other was much younger, probably twelve, though he was almost as tall as his older brother.
"Oh! The younger boy said, "There's my teacher across the street! Hey Mr. Jameson!" The other boy started crossing the street.
"Mark, look out!" Mark paid his elder sibling no heed. "Mark!" Kyle dove across the street, throwing his older brother ahead of him as the speeding truck barreled down upon him.
He awoke lying on his back, his arms spread out to either side, coming to with a violent gasp, he thrashed upwards, calling out, "Mark!" As he rose, so did the earth below him, pushing upwards like a pedestal.
Ignore the footsteps behind you. Ignore the heavy breathing. It's all in your head.
Nick, who decided to runaway again, was walking down an eerily lit alley way littered with debris and rats. He ignored his instinct to look back; there was no need. He had finally built up the courage to leave the abuse, to leave his old life behind him. Looking back would only break his resolve, it would cause him to run back to what he knew. However, he didn't want to embrace what he knew, he wanted to hug the unknowns of his world.
"I could have picked some warmer clothes though..."He mumbled as he looked at his cargo shorts and t-shirt, thankful for his handy-dandy beanie.
"Hey kid! Give me your money."
A brutish man, standing at 6'2 easily, with scuffed up clothes, yelled causing Nick to turn around and notice how close he was.
Nick stammered "Bu..but i..don't..ha..have any."Yea, so im really scared, should i run?
"To bad for you then bud. I didn't follow you for no reason.
What does this guy want...and why does my chest hurt
Come 'ere and let me show you, your new job
(Gasp) "What the hay kind of dream was that!?!?!" Nick gasped waking up in a circle of strangers.
"Who are you people? and where am I?" he asked hysterically just as he noticed the alley way gunk on is shoes. But it was just a dream, right?
(I apologize for any errors, I'm on my phone!)
Brooke jumped into the freezing cold lake, her body breaking the murky surface. Her blue eyes wide, she searched through the muddy water, looking for her sister. She frantically held her hands out in front of her, hoping to come across the ten year olds body. After what felt like minutes, Brooke broke the surface, gasping for air. Where did her sister go? She had jumped into the lake, only to never surface. It had been a solid two minutes, and the dark haired girl was afraid for her younger sister's life.
Taking a deep breath, she plunged into the water once again, this time feeling a mass of thick hair beneath her finger tips. She hoisted her little sister's limp body up over her shoulder, pushing her way above water. Once she got to the shore, she was relieved to find out that her sister was okay. Scared, but unharmed.
"Thanks Brooke, I'm not sure what happened. I felt a weird feeling in my chest, and then-"
"Shh, it's okay. Just focus on getting warm." Brooke wrapped a striped towel around her soaking wet sister, providing a small amount of comfort.
The smaller version of Brooke giggled as her older sister ran clumsily back into the lake, causing a scene for the sole purpose of cheering up the small, flustered girl.
Then it happened. She reached the bottom, ready to push off toward the surface, but instead was stuck. Her foot had gotten stuck on some type of plant at the bottom of the lake. How cliché was that? Death by a plant?
Technically it would be death by drowning, but still. Was this really the end? Her vision blurred, and she vaguely saw another dark shape swimming toward her. The blob reached a hand out, but that was all that she saw before her vision turned black and her body went limp.
Brooke woke up to a ringing in her ears. The sound seemed to get louder and louder, until it was unbearable. She thrashed around, trying to open her eyes, but she felt as if something was sitting on top of her, repressing her breathing and keeping her in an unconscious state.
Her fingers clenched at the grass beneath her, attempting to relieve the pain in her body.