Prologue: We Have To Get This Over With...
Conner's POV
*RIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGG*
'Shut up!' I thought, hoping to all things fluffy and dead that it would stop ringing, and hopefully die.
*RIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!*
Nope! Fluffy and dead things, you have failed me!
*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!*
'That's it!' It was persistent, I'll give it that.
Smashing the alarm clock several times, trying to find the little button on the top. Finding it, I proceeded to pound it into oblivion, and it finally shut off. Opening my eyes, I looked strait up at my ceiling, it was white, plain... Nothing much to say. Turning my head and looking at the infernal contraption, I found an old looking clock, percussed on an even older nightstand, in an even older room.
Me, my Mom, and my younger brother live in an old apartment building on the second floor. Four rooms, including the living room, the bathroom, me and my brothers room, and my moms room. No kitchen, we wouldn’t need it anyway, Moms a bad cook, we do takeout, fast food, and dining at a friend of my Moms... Or pull out the microwave.
Although, I've found way's to make it a little easier to live in, including, movie, TV shows, games, music, ect.
'Why am I using my alarm clock? Its summer vacation! I don't like waking at 6 in the morning! Why would I do this to myself...'
I began thinking about the week, what I was doing... Then it hit me... No, it literally hit me. A peace of paper clipped to a wooden board, that fell off the wooden frame of my bed... I hate myself.
The paper read: Dear Conner, I've been waiting for summer FOREVER, Comic-Con is this weekend, and I want you and James to come, so just You, Me, James, and Jake. I hope you and James can come! Signed, Samantha.
P.S. Wear the costume!
'Heh. Is this the weekend?' I couldn’t remember if it was, but something in me said 'Yes you moron!'.
So, I got up, went to the bathroom, and did the worst thing other then school in the day: Get ready.
I don't know what it is. Shower? No. Brushing teeth? No. Fixing my hair? Yep!
I don't know wh- Yes I do, Mom makes me “freshen up” my hair because of some crappy dress code at school, but messy is awesome!
After turning the hot water to 'nearly boiling' which is they equivalent of lukewarm, I took my clothes off, and stepped in.
Like I said, lukewarm, but I would like making it warmer and warmer as I go. I began cleaning my body when I herd the door open loudly, and a slightly younger then my own voice yawned. And I screamed at him to get out, luckily for my, he jumped out as soon as he heard my voice, not seeing anything.
Sighing to myself, and I finished up in the shower. I got out and locked the door. At least we have a lock.
I dried off and put on my clothes. Taupe gray cargo pants, red long sleeve shirt, and white socks. I'd get the rest later.
I walked out of the bathroom to see my younger brother, James, siting on the floor with a bored look on his face. I gestured to the bathroom and said;
“Give me my hair sprays when your done, will ya?” Might as well let him take a shower before I put it on.
He nodded, stood up, and walked in.
I waited for him to get out but I thought to be productive.
I bet your wondering if I'm gonna eat? I don't, waste of time, and I got used to it.
I walked over to the couch to sort out my stuff that I was going to bring for the event.
After finding almost everything, I set them on the couch. My Mp3 player, with cheap headphones plugged in, a black and red backpack that had random stuff in them that I didn't take out, my tan shoes, with faded blue lasses. Before I could find the last two things on my mental list, I heard the bathroom door open.
James was finished, he came out wearing a white button up shirt, which had a moist battleship gray suit over it, black jeans, and white socks.
“Why did you have the suit in the bathroom?” I asked. He answered.
“Umm... I forgot not to bring it?”
I sighed and face-palmed, that was James alright.
“Go get ready” I told him, and he was off. That suit was Dads before he-
Nope. Not gonna ruin this moment with something as stupid as that!
Turning around, James tossed me the two hair spray cans, the cheap stuff, like everything in the building. I walked into the bathroom, and began doing something I've never done before: Dyeing Hair.
After spraying my hair from its original dark brown hair, to a pitch black, I sprayed the tips red, the reason for me doing so was because I had decided that it would look cool, and it did!
Once that was done, I opened the medicine cabinet, and took out a little box that said 'Blue Eye Contact's'. Opening the box, I pulled one contact out, and held it in my left hand, wile pulling my right eyelids as far apart as possible without hurting them, and put the contact in.
I didn't put the other blue in, instead, I pulled another small box out. This one said 'Red Eye Contact's'. I did the same thing with the red one that I did with the blue one, only that it was put in the left eye. Finishing up, I left the bathroom to get the last things I need for the costume.
I saw James putting on the last of his costume, completely white tennis shoes, an office green clip on tie, and a weapon.
We also were taking weapons, not real of course, but cool looking.
James’s was a black one handed crossbow, with a long dagger for short ranged attacks. I, of course, helped him with the weapons, I thought they would make are characters look more powerful.
I walked out of the bedroom to get the last things I needed. I searched for the coat first, finding it, I chose to admire it before putting it on. It was a gift from Sam, she knew about my family's struggles, so she bought me a black trench coat, she knew I wanted one SO badly even though everyone thought it was cliché, I recall me saying that I would give a literal arm and a leg for it, I've treasured it ever since she got it for my birthday.
Jake didn't want her to get all the glory, he got me my Mp3 player! He got me a headset too... But I suck at keeping those things working. I love my friends!
Looking for the last thing I needed, my weapon. I found it rather quickly, a two and a half inch, silver finger-blades which were retractable, the blades were attached to a black leather glove on each hand, so I had two.
I am rather proud of how it turned out, it WASN'T cheap, in fact, it probably was the most expensive thing I've bought. You can't buy this, I bought the parts separately, then made this baby... So proud! Makes me glad I took that extra curriculum.
Putting on everything I had with me and on the couch, the result was this, red long sleeve shirt that had a black trench coat on top of it, gray cargo pants, tan shoes. Black and red hair, right eye blue, left eye red. And last but certainly not least, My Claws! After dressing up, I put my Mp3 player and headphones which were fold-able, in one of my Backpacks side pockets.
“You ready?” James asked.
“You know it!” I replied, slinging my backpack over my left shoulders. We walked side-by-side out the door.
“Are you forgetting something?” Our Mom's cold voice spoke, freezing us in our tracks.
“S-sorry Mom, I w-was going to t-tell y-you, but I-I forgot!” James stuttered, he was a bad liar, no wonder everyone at school calls him Goodie Two Shoes, Tattle Tale, and even Truth Teller.
“Were are you going?” She said in a harsh voice.
'geez, she doesn’t have to be a-' My thought was cut short when James said.
“S-Sam i-invited u-u-us t-to t-the c-Con!” James confessed, knowing full well what she would do if he lied, I kept quiet.
She sighed. “Fine, be back by 7.”
“Yes Mom!” James said, gaining his confidence back.
I left without a word, I wish she would just leave us alone.
“Wait!” James yelled, trying to catch up to me. He was a terrible runner, it was more of a wimpy jog, berly keeping up with me. And I was walking!
“What's wrong?” He asked, concern written all over his face. I sighed.
“I hate her...” I grumble, just burly audible for him to hear.
“What? But she's Mom! She's just morning Dad!” Was his reply.
“Well, then tell her too go back five years ago and save him... She's been grieving for too long...” I growled, making James sigh, and surrender.
After that, James tried looking for things to change the topic, and he found one.
“ Sooooooo... Are you exited to go? Because I am!”
Smirking, I said: “I guess so, I hope I get to see something I love like Transformers, Half Life 2, and Portal. But even if I don't, I get to spend it with my Bro's and Sis.”
"Oh come on! Of course they'll have that!" He replied.
“Pfff! OK, maybe you're right.” I give in.
We waited outside for our friends to show up.
Samantha’s POV
I was so exited! I was invited by some guy to show my art at Comic-Con. THE COMIC-CON!!! It was 2 hours away, and I was lucky, Conner and James's Mom would never let them go if it were to far. I was so psyched I couldn’t sleep! Me, Jake, Conner, and James are going today!
“Hay Mom?” I asked
“Yes?” She replied.
“Can you drive me, Jake, and are friends to a convention?” I asked... Again.
“Sure, when?”
“In... A half an hour!” I said with haste. Her eyes widened.
“I have to go get Sugar from the vet.” Dang, how could I forget my baby dog got flees and was being cared for by Moms friend 5 hours away, but I need to go to the convention, and soon... That’s when a diabolical plane formed in my head.
“OK, how long are you going to be?” I began hatching my fool proof plan.
“Ten hours, why?” Time to act.
“Dads not gonna be here, so who's going to take care of us?” Her face changed to a look of horror, she was so busy with everything else that she forgot that he was working, and I know just who she's going to call. Alex.
Mom walked to her room to call him. The phone rang and I could hear my oldest brother say 'Need something?'
“Alex, can you come over hear and watch you're brother and sister?”
“Sure, I'll be there in a few.” He said, hanging up the phone.
“Make sure to listen to Alex when he gets here, a-” She was interrupted by Jake, who was on the computer playing some game he got.
“We know, just go!”
“OK, you're right... Jus-” She was, once again, interrupted.
“Go!” Me and my brother said in unison.
“OK, OK, jeez, I'm going!” She then left...
“So, we getting ready? Or what.” Jake said, shutting down his laptop.
“Yep!” I squeaked, then we got ready.
Jake went to his bedroom to go change, wile I went into the bathroom.
After getting dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a bright green t-shirt that said in black letters TMNT on it, with gray jeans, and black shoes with white shoe lasses. My red hair tied up in a ponytail.
Then, I gabbed my weapon, which was percussed in the corner of the room. A long, wooden stick, with a black handle in the middle, the handle has a secret button that only I know of, which when used, brings out a blade. Conner helped with that, his claws do the same.
Done with the preparation, I left the bathroom. Once out, I saw my brother, Jake, was wearing a duke blue t-shirt with a black unzipped zip up hoodie over it, silver jeans, and white and blue sneakers, with white shoe lasses. His weapon, a Katina, with a silver blade, and black hilt, which was in its black holster.
“Alex still owes you that favor?” I asked him, he replied.
“Yep, and he's going to bring us there as soon as he gets here.”
I'm glad Jake's helping me with this, though, it would be nice if it weren’t because his online girlfriend was there...
So we waited.
Then I thought 'What about the money!? I promised Conner and James I'd bring 250 dollars!'
I ran to Mom and Dads bedroom, threw the mattress off, and grabbed Dads “secret” stash of money: 250!
I didn't actually count it, I just guessed it was because that’s what he always puts in. What could go wrong!
Then I went outside with Jake and waited.
Three minuets of awkward silence later, Alex arrived in a red sports car... That was it... OK, it was a very clean red sports car with the license plate saying 'Cool Dude'. I wasn’t that impressed.
“Need a ride?” Asked Alex, he was wearing black sunglasses, so I couldn't take him seriously.
“Yeah, and could you swing by the Zeta's apartment?” I asked, Conner and James's last name was Zeta.
“Sure!” He smiled, I walked around the back of the car to take my rightful place in the passenger seat, but it was not so, Jake jumped over the hood of the car and quickly jumped in the conveniently open windshield and buckled up. 'Dang it Jake!'
So I took the left side, right behind Alex and buckled in.
“Alright, lets hit it!” I yelled, and Alex turned on the radio to static, turned it a few times till he got to a channel he liked, but buy then, I was gone in a daydream of the upcoming Convention.
I got the tickets in a Artist contest I won(There weren't many entry's). I got three tickets to go, and Jake's girlfriend had given him one of her tickets! I'll kill her later, right now, I was just glad that we were going together! The R.R.G! Rowdyrocker Gang! Conner wasn't that into the name, so he calls us The Lost Ones... We liked it, so we kept it!
I was so caught up in my daydreaming, that I didn't see Jake about to poke me with his plastic sword... I never saw it coming...
“Huh? What?” I grumbled.
“We're here!” He explained... Loudly
I looked out the rolled down window to see an old apartment buildings lined up side-by-side. The first two had nothing special, but the third one had two boy's sitting on the sidewalk, Conner and James. The two were doing separate things. Conner was listening to music with his eyes closed, wile James was playing on a PSP, playing with an 11th doctor sonic screwdriver, and talking to the almost asleep Conner.
“Hay, hurry up! We don't have all day!” Shouted Jake. 'Man, there right there, ya don't have ta do that!' After mentally scolding Jake who totally heard me, I saw James kick Conner in the leg, who's eyes burst open, took the headphones off and rested them on his neck, and jumped to his feet.
Conner and James walk over. Conner gets in first, and scoots towards me, while James enters after.
"I feel like a s'more..." Conner whined.
"I see what you mean." James agreed.
James buckled in, while Conner put his backpack in his lap.
"Quite complaining! Its not like I'd know to get a bigger car!" Alex said, obviously annoyed by Conner... I don't know why.
Conner's POV
After Alex scolded me about his ride, he pulled out of the parking lot, and got on the road.
I decided to do the smart thing: Sleep while I listen to 3 Days Grace...
I was awoken from my fantasy of blowing up Skyrim with exploding chickens, by a violent shaking.
"Hay! Wake up!" I heard... Sam...
I grumble as I look towards Sam to seeeeeeeeeeeee...... COMIC-CON!!!
"Were here already!?" I said, trying to keep my cool.
"Yeah, even though SOMEONE decided to go over the speed limit and get busted." Sam growled.
Alex stays silent.
"Lets go already!" Yelled James.
He got no reply, but three people leaving the car before he could unbuckle.
"Well... shall we?" I asked.
My friends and brother nodded, and go in.
I was given 100 dollars, we all where.
I walked through Comic-con, so much people, stuff, and... well that was it, I hadn't gotten far before I saw something that caught my eye.
On a stand, there were four necklaces. They had thick black string, and gems connected by a silver skeletal hand. Each gem with a unique color: Green, White, Blue, and Red.
I walk up to a man as the Resident Evil Merchant in the fourth game.
He opens up his costume, and said: "Waddya buyin' stranger?" In a voice that sounded like he WAS the Merchant.
"How much for them necklaces?" I asked.
"Hmm..." He pondered the question. After a minute, he said.
"It would normally coast one-hundred each. But I'll cut the price. Twenty each."
I smile. My first Comic-con purchase!
"Thank you!" I said, and give him said money.
"Conner! Over here!" I heard Jake call out.
Taking the necklaces, I went over to my group.
"Hay! What you get?" Asked Sam.
I give them one each. Sam got Green, James got Blue, Jake got White, and I took the Red one.
We put them on at the same time.
And everything went black. And when we woke up. Equestria we saw!
