"The Story Wasn't Over Yet" - Chapter #2

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★ Shiloh's Point of View (POV) ★ Everything was dark. Dark, and quiet. That is, until some voices cut through the silence. "Hello?" The first one inquired. I was too tired to answer, the blackness of my mind far too simple to wish to leave. "I think he's dead," said another. I felt someone check my wrist for a pulse, before the first voice said, "He isn't dead." "Who's dead?" Called a third voice from further away than the other two. I heared the person closest to me, the first voice, sigh, "Nobody's dead!" The voices were loud enough for my mind to decide that I had enough rest. I opened my eyes, before immediately squinting from the immediate brightness of the lights. I blinked a few times, letting my vision adjust, before opening them enough to take in my new surroundings. I was lying on the floor, with one person, who must've been the first voice, sitting next to me. He had fluffy black hair, and emerald green eyes. {That's not a color you see every day,} I thought to myself. "See? He's not dead," he said flatly, looking over at a girl with medium-length light brown hair and hazel eyes. Her arms were crossed, and she looked at me for a moment. No, not at me, at something on my shirt. I sat up and looked at it. It was name tag, which read, "Shiloh". I looked at the name tag of the boy with the nice green eyes, and his read, "Finn". The brown-haired girl's read, "Everest". I blinked, "Uhm... Hi?" The brown-haired girl – Everest – smiled, "Finally. I thought you were dead. Well, I /hoped/ you /weren't/. I'm getting sick of only having Perfect Hair and Mr. Quiet to talk to," she said playfully. The boy with those green eyes – Finn – cast her an emotionless look, before he stood up. Another boy, who I can safely assume was the third voice, walked over to us. He had green eyes, too, but they're duller, more like the color of an olive, and he had shiny blonde hair, "Awh, you think my hair's perfect?" he asked teasingly. Everest smirked, "I didn't exactly mean it as a compliment, but I guess you can take it as one." I glanced at his name tag, which read, "Cameron". "So, Cameron is "Perfect Hair", Finn is "Mr. Quiet", and I suppose that up until this point, I've been something like "Mr. D34d?", right?" I asked. Everest tilted her head, taking a moment to think, "Hmm... Well, yes, but more like, "Mr. Has-Finn-Suspiciously-Concerned-Seeing-As-Finn-Seems-To-Have-No-Emotions", since Mr. Quiet here has been trying to get you wake up for about ten minutes," she explained. Finn cast her another weird look, before he walked over to a couch in front of a fireplace and sat down. I raised an eyebrow, about to ask Everest what was going on, when an entirely new voice, one with lacked a visible source, chimed through the room. "Well, well, well. Now that you're all awake, I'm sure you're wondering what's happening." {Great, is the sky voice some sort of telepath?} "You see, you four are currently trapped inside an inescapable house. The obvious places, such as the doors, windows, and chimney aren't exits, and anywhere else you can come up with won't be an exit either. You will only be allowed to leave when you have completed your tasks," said the Sky-Voice. "Alright, first off, says who? Like, who even are you? Second off, what /are/ our tasks, exactly?" I demanded. The Sky-Voice chuckled, "Why did I have a feeling you'd react that way? My name is Fathom, and I was /getting/ to the part about the tasks, before you rudely interrupted me." "Oh, well, I'm /terribly/ sorry," I muttered sarcastically. I decided that I hate Fathom. "You will have to complete a series of tasks, but your first one will be the simplest: reconcile with each other." "Reconcile? We don't even know each other!" Everest exclaims. Fathom chuckled yet again, "Oh, but you do. You see, you four were all friends, until I erased your memories of each other. Now you need to start from block one again. And /without/ the original ways you met." "Okay, and that's actually supposed to be possible?" said Everest. {I see why I was friends with her.} "Yes," sighed Fathom, who was starting to sound slightly annoyed. "'Kay. /How/, though?" Cameron asks, and I then noticed that he had the slightest hint of a New York accent. "Figure it out amongst yourselves. I didn't come to argue with you, so now that you have your first task, I'll leave you to it. Goodbye," Fathom said in his stupid, overly-dramatic way of talking. There was a quiet click noise, and then dead silence. Until Finn's steady, almost emotionless voice asked, "What now?" [End of Chapter Two]