Flipside

Part 1, Chapter 2

YOU HAVE BEEN INVITED TO THE CHAT TheSaviourProject. ACCEPT INVITATION?

Marsha clicked the accept button. She checked the list of the online members of the chat.

DatBoiNinjaNevin
MarshaSmith

NEVIN: hey
MARSHA: Hello.
NEVIN: my friend gemma wants to talk to you
MARSHA: Alright. What's her username?
NEVIN: @RosesRRed_KiddoYoureDead
MARSHA: Wasn't that the person who locked you in the closet?
NEVIN: no i texted her and i couldnt contact you
NEVIN: then she told you where i was
MARSHA: Oh no. I'm afraid there's been a bit of a misunderstanding. I'll have to apologize to her now.

YOU HAVE EXITED THE CHAT TheSaviourProject.

YOU HAVE REQUESTED TO MESSAGE THE USER RosesRRed_KiddoYoureDead. PENDING...

Soon enough, she responded.

THE USER RosesRRed_KiddoYoureDead HAS SHARED THEIR REAL NAME WITH YOU! FROM NOW ON, SHE WILL APPEAR AS GEMMA.

YOU HAVE SHARED YOUR REAL NAME WITH THE USER RosesRRed_KiddoYoureDead. THEY WILL NOW SEE YOUR NAME AS MARSHA.

GEMMA: Greetings.
MARSHA: I'm sorry for assuming you locked Nevin in my closet.
GEMMA: It's fine. Besides, I thought you called it an armoire?
MARSHA: Well now I know how Nevin feels.
GEMMA: I have advice for you.
MARSHA: Go on.
GEMMA: Get a weapon. You will need it. Do not call the police, the disguised men will kill them. Do not make much noise, or the disguised men will kill you. Waterproof your belongings by putting them in plastic bags. And when you're ready, go with Nevin into the pool, and swim to the bottom.
GEMMA: Good luck.

Gemma ceased talking to Marsha. She had a good feeling about this time. Perhaps Pepper and Dante would live. Their own universe was coming to an end as she was typing. The hammer banging on the metal wall finally poked through, and the Wysps were breaking in. Gemma and Nevin knew that they would not make it out of this alive, but they refused to just lay there and accept their fates. They pulled out their weapons, a battery-powered glue gun and a kitchen knife, and stared defiantly into the eyes of the enemy.

Before their time was up, they charged

***

The girl was being chased down a street. Accompanied by her boyfriend, they tried to lose their pursuers in a toolshed.

"We need weapons." He whispered, picking up a blunt hatchet. She looked around desperately for something to defend herself with. She grabbed a long wooden stake. "We'll go out the window, climb the tree, and go over the fence." He told her. She smiled lightly. He was such a nerd. It was a wonder that the most popular girl in the school would end up with him.

"N-no. I won't make it." She protested. He looked down at her and placed his hands on her arms.

"It'll be okay, Pepper."

"You promise?" She asked, looking up at him with teary eyes.

"I promise." He assured her.

"Thanks, Dante." She murmured. He bashed open the window and jumped out, with Pepper close behind. They dashed to the nearest building, as the hooded figures weren't following them yet. They climbed over a fence into someone's backyard. They then clambered up a tree into a treehouse.

The only thing they had left to do was hope.

***

Gemma closed the mirror cabinet, satisfied with her choice.

She applied the dusty violet lipstick and smacked her lips to make sure it was all even. Ah, the pain she went through for beauty. By then she had already washed off the stuff she had worn earlier that day. Despite everyone thinking she was a self-absorbed queen bee, she really enjoyed crafts. She was going to a craft festival that night. She placed her craft supplies, a battery-powered hot glue gun and some scissors, along with a bit of paper, in her purse, along with her makeup bag. She placed her phone in as well after posting a photo of herself on the ShareNet feed forums. Someone knocked on the bathroom door.

"One second, dad, I'm coming out! Geez!" She snapped. She unlocked and opened the door.

It was not her father.

A series of hooded people awaited her. She just kind of stood there, unaware of what to do.

It's sort of like during your math test, and you don't know how to answer a question, so you just sit there and do nothing.

At least, that's what I do.

All. The. Time.

Yeah, yeah. You're wondering about Gemma's fate. Why do I even bother.

Before she could register much else, she had her wrists and ankles tied, and she was locked in her basement. She waited a few minutes, then wiggled sideways across the floor. She turned over and felt around the inside of her purse, then found what she was looking for. She used the scissors to cut herself free. She had thought of the perfect hiding place. Gemma lived in an old house, and she had a cellar door on her basement floor. Heh, that rhymed. The hatch covering the cellar had a rug duct-taped onto it. She was a bit worried that there would be rats in there. She herself had never gone into the cellar. The problem was, there were rugs all over the basement floor, making a colourful and carpeted collage. She then started lifting rugs. Someone must have heard, as two of the hooded figures came down into the basement. She had no idea how to fight, but she decided to give it a shot. She pulled apart her scissors, leaving her with two blades with a loop on each end. To ensure maximum paper-cutting efficiency, she always kept them sharp. She held them in what she deemed a threatening and dramatic fashion, and ran at one of them. She slid the sharp edge along their flesh, but no blood came out. Instead, it was a series of small black orbs, that hit the floor and became a thick sludge. They collapsed from blood loss. While she was looking at that, their partner had confiscated Gemma's scissor blades. She pulled out her battery- operated glue gun. She barely had to wait any time for it to heat up, and it expelled glue in a smooth and fast way she found quite satisfying to watch. She pressed what she liked to call the trigger, and charged at the other person. I already told you this glue was fast, so don't get too surprised. The glue started pouring out, and Gemma pressed the nozzle against the person's hand. The quick-drying glue would prove to be very useful in this situation. She whipped her trusty craft device around their hands until they couldn't move, then slammed the butt of the glue gun against their face. She picked up the blades, lifted the nearest carpet (which, lucky for her, exposed what she was looking for), and jumped down, closing the hatch after her.

She utilized her phone's flashlight setting and looked around. It was not a cellar, but a secret passage!

She ran down the hall, her footsteps echoing down the empty corridor. She finally reached the end, and lifted the hatch above her head. She found herself in another basement, after coming out of a hatch covered by yet another rug.

Little did she know, there were four others quite nearby.