Flipside

Part 1, Chapter 3

Marsha finally managed to find a weapon she deemed worthy of her skilled fighting.

She didn't actually think that, idiot! That was me, making her seem like a jerk-

Okay, I'll stop.

The story will be as true as possible from this point onward.

That was the only lie I told in this story.

Marsha wielded her weapon of choice with pride. She was proud because she actually found the thing.

It was a rapier from when she was on the fencing team.

Despite not really being meant for that kind of thing, the mock sword did still sting.

Nevin settled for something far less interesting.

He had taken a blunt knife from her kitchen drawer. She tried to convince him otherwise, but he assured her that it suited him the best.

"Let's look around to see if there's anything else useful." She suggested. She opened the door to the basement, and went down the stairs.

She was very surprised by what she saw.

There was a girl, crawling out from under her rug. She was wearing a white romper, splattered lightly with black liquid. Marsha guessed it wasn't part of the romper, as her face and hair was splattered as well. Her hair was a shade of purple, and she was holding a black purse, along with two blades.

"Who are you?" Asked Nevin. She looked up at him, exposing slightly violet eyes, and a mouth with some lipstick rubbed off.

"Gemma."

***

"A-are you awake? Wake up, come on." Michael asked. The girl groaned and rolled over.

"No, I think I might still be asleep." She said sarcastically. Michael, who normally went by Mike, had no idea why he helped her. She was bossy, and also the reason he had lost three of his fingers on his right hand. Luckily, he was left-handed. He had done a poor medical job. She was on the verge of death, and he had taken a needle and thread and stitched her up. He also poured a potion down her throat.

"Do you feel okay?" He interrogated.

"No," Mallory smiled. "I feel great."

***

Gregory was never one for Mallory, nor Michael's annoying kindness.

The amount of money spent to bring her back was astronomical. Charles and Sasha were asleep. Gregory stared at the mouth of the cave where Michael was working. He was only healing her because he was too kind.

Nobody liked Mallory.

She got to choose four companions when she was being exiled from their hometown. She didn't know who anyone was, so she picked four random people.

And that was the story of how she got stuck with Michael.

She had always been a terrible person, but Mike really got it. She picked on him, and even chopped off a few of his fingers on one occasion. His wrist was broken on the same hand.

On that note, Mallory stormed out of the cave, looking good as new. Her glasses were another case. They were still bent a bit. Her hair was in its usual braid, and she had the same, slightly torn, T-shirt on. And the stained pants, of course.

"What in the world are you doing!" She screamed, seeing her three comrades lazing around. It was better than her sickly sweet degrading sarcasm though. She would resume that soon enough.