This is a segment from NPW's choose your own blogventure. Modeled after the choose your own adventure books of our youth, this is a winding twisting tale that was created by at least 30 different bloggers. Go to NPW's site for the beginning, and if you need the part before mine, go to The Ongoing Education. Otherwise, enjoy!
Selah was silent, her face blank. Interpreting this as a no, Emma slowly began moving Selah closer and closer to Sparky’s slobbering face. A high pitched squeal pierced the air, and Emma’s ear drums, as Selah thrashed around, dangling from her hand.
“Alright, alright, I’ll tell you!” Selah shouted. Emma halted her course toward Sparky, waiting for the tiny ninja to start talking, disbelief apparent in the cocked eyebrow she raised at Selah.
Her eyes darting around to insure no one else was near, Selah whispered, “We were sent here from a distant planet to find The Source,”
“What source?” Emma asked.
“The Source of the green mist,” was her cryptic answer.
“Ok, this is not clarifying anything, so I guess I’ll just feed you to Sparky,” Emma retaliated, swinging Selah back and forth as though to send her flying into Sparky’s domain. “I need more than your ninja speak.”
“Eeeeeeek! Ok! We’re highly trained ninjas sent to secure information on how to clear the green mist on our planet. The mist is starting to change people. People who were once happy and healthy slowly start shriveling and losing their minds. There are hoards of them wandering the planet! We are way more developed than this planet, so our space travel and time technology FAR usurps anything done here. I’d set coordinates in my travel pack…they were supposed to bring me to the source…the source of information on how to stop the green mist. And then we show up in some teeny bopper’s house and it seems the mission is derailed.”
It was Emma’s turn to stare in wide eyed wonder at Selah. Was this just more tiny ninja bullshit or the truth? How did she know about Emma and her research studies? No one knew; it was the beginning stages of development and she hadn’t known exactly what she’d discovered. She only knew that when she applied some of her “Liquid Love” (as she referred to it…for now) to the surface of radiated objects, the objects damage was reversed and it looked like new again. If she exposed it to radiation again, the object was unaffected. Breaking out of her reverie, she realized Selah was still talking.
“Now the mission is set back by at least three speeds of light and a ring rotation. I have no idea how to find the new coordinates or how we’ll even know The Source when we find it.”
“Hey, chill out,” Emma interrupted. “You and your ninja friends don’t need to look any further. I think I am who you are looking for, as ludicrous as that sounds. I’ve been working on an anti-radiation absorption compound for years now and finally had positive results. It’s not exactly ‘The Source’ of your planet’s problem, but it might help save the people until we can find ‘The Source.’” As she was talking, she’d turned Selah around in her arms and gently placed her on the ground, far from the reach of Sparky’s chain.
“No way? You can’t be…this is all wrong…” Selah said, rooted to the ground in bewilderment.
“Hey, there’s no time to argue here. You already said the mission is late by like…a light year or something... You punched in the code, it brought you to me, and I actually have something to help you. Are we going to stand here and waste more time or get on with it?” Emma said, almost talking at the speed of light. Her days at the call center were over. She was going to save a freakin’ planet. Hell yeah!
Selah was still standing there, doing nothing, so Emma grabbed her tiny shoulders and gave her a thorough shake. “Wake up! There’s no time for hesitation. Let’s get on our way to Planet…Voton or where ever,” she said, an eager pleading look on her face. “Yeah…?”
For a moment, Selah paused. There was no time for checking this woman’s research, lab, or credentials. When Selah left the planet, the green mist had almost reached the edge of the city and once there, everyone would be infected. “Ok, let’s go.” She reached around to her back and magically pulled into existence a small, black box she strapped across her chest. As she started punching in numbers, she told Emma, “Grab on to my arm and hold on to your panties…we’re about to travel faster than anything you could possibly imagine.”
The word “Awesome…” escaped from Emma’s lips as she wrapped herself securely on and around the left side of the little ninja. “Who knew my hobby would one day save a planet?” was the last thing Emma said before her and the tiny ninja blinked out of sight…and out of this world.
*to begin from the beginning of this CYOB go to Musings of...