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William climbed onto the sofa, looking out of the big window behind him, watching the people and pets and birds move about.
So, when a greenish-redish-silverish portal opened up, he looked at it with a child's innocence and curiousity.
"Gampa! Gampa!" He called, slithering from the sofa to run into the kitchen, where Angel was making breakfast. "The air's opened up!"
"What?" He asked, looking down at the toddler.
"The big window, Gampa. By Gwanny's gate."
"What's it look like?" He asked, not really believing. A child's imagination....
"It's this big." He informed, spreading his arms wide. "An' lots of colouws on it. It split the air away, Gampa. Come see!"
He took hold of Angel's hand and tried to drag him into the living room.
"See, I tolds you!"
"Ok. Go wash up for breakfast. Connor!"
"Yeah, dad?" He asked, rushing into the living room. "Oh."
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Gunn and Illyria walked through the front door of the house, and into the living room. Both Angel and Connor seemed suprised to see them.
"How did you get in?" Connor asked.
"Through the front door." Gunn said slowly, looking over the teen.
"That's strange, since we can't-"
"Unca Gunn!"
The strong African-American found his arms holding a three year old bundle.
"Er, hey, little man."
William hugged him tightly, and then turned to Illyria, head cocked to one side.
"Why are you blue?"
"You can see the blue bits?" Gunn asked slowly.
"Yes. So, Aunty 'Lira, why are you blue?"
"You called her Fred yesterday."
"Gampa and Unca Conna call her that when Mummy's here, and Unca Tom an' Aunty Cherry, and Clay. Like you call him Yiam when they're here."
Gunn nodded slowly, and turned back to Angel. "What were you sayin'?"
"It's funny how you can come in when we can't leave."
"Illyria didn't feel anythin'...portal-like when we were on our way."
"It is one where it can only be sensed from the inside of it. This will incase the house in an invisible substance you call 'goo' or 'slime', and will take its occupance to where ever the spell caster wishes for them to arrive. It will take an hour or so to completely injest this house. Who ever is not meant to be here will be able to leave." Illyria explained.
"Hey, dad. Hey, guys." Cassie said, rushing down the stairs and picking up a slice of toast. "Why didn't you wake me up this morning? I've got to meet a client." She appeared back the living room, looking at Angel expectantly.
"I...thought you had you alarm set?"
"It broke three nights ago, remember?" She rolled her eyes, and walked over to William, who was still in Gunn's arms. She kissed her son's cheek. "Bye, William. Bye guys!" She rushed from the house.
"Bye, Mummy!" William called after her, wiping the lipstick from his cheek, but only succeeding in spreading it.
"She was meant to leave." Illyria said. "This discussion bores me." She wandered away.
"Gunn, you try leave." Angel said.
Setting William down, the fighter tried to leave, but couldn't even get the door opened. Giggling, William opened the door, and tried to walk outside, but was stopped by the barrier.
"I wanna go outside!" He whined.
Gunn picked him up again.
"Illyria, is there any way of breaking through this...thing?" Angel asked.
"No. It is designed to never be broken unles the spell caster rips it away, moves it, or dies trying to control it."
"Ok, that's a no."
The room was suddenly overcome by silence.
"Who's for breakfast?" Connor asked.
Everyone nodded, except Illyria, and headed into the kitchen.
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It took an hour and forty-seven minutes for the 'goo' to completely cover the house. The subjects inside - Angel, Gunn, Connor, Illyria, and William - were immeditaely incased in the stuff as well. Though, it hadn't slipped the windows or cracks, it hadn't even covered the floor or walls of furniture. It simply...appeared. On them, and the outside of the house.
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A swirl of wind swept them up and up, and in and out of everything and nothing. It was simply show magick - the wind sweeping them up.
The interdimensional hoppings of everything that is and was and to be, and the nothing of everything that came from nothing, should not have happened.
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Where they landed, the were no light.
Simply dark.
Simply nothing was there, except for them.
"We should not be here. This was a mitsake. Something interfeared with the Casting." Illyria said.
William began crying. He didn't like the dark. When someone picked him up, he began screaming, because he couldn't see who it was.
"William!" Angel intoned. "It's just me." He soothed.
"Gampa?"
"Yeah, it's me."
"I'm scared."
"It's ok."
Angel felt wierd every once in a while. William was still Spike, who was William before and after he was bitten, but before picking up the new name.
After he got over that fact, realising that, since Spike had begun loosing his memories, he really *was* a mortal child. A scared, little mortal child, who had no idea of anything good or bad he'd ever done in his vampiric lifetime.
"I'm here. You're safe."
"So, how do we get out of here, Illyria?" Gunn asked.
"We simply wait. This is the nothing that has existed. We should not be here."
"You've said that already."
She spun on him. "This is the nothing that has existed almost as long as me. For us to be here, it is a something. If it exists like this, you cannot possible fathom the consequences it brings."
"If nothing has existed that long, that makes it a something."
Willaim giggled, still clinging onto Angel. "That makes no sense."
Angel continued. "Even if nothing or anything is rumored, it becomes a something because it exists. It's been a something all these decades."
"No. It is simply nothing. It exists because it is here. There is nothing before of after or in between here."
Before anything more could be sped, they blinked out of existance.
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The city now existing was a town of 'the bad'. Kind of like L.A. or NYC. Without the entertainment making and extra expensive clothes.
In an alley in passing, a man was pinned to a wall, his trousers around his ankles, as was his undergarments. The woman holding him had her skirts hiked up, her undergarments lowered only at the front.
A young married couple was robbed, beaten and gang raped.
A young girl, no more than six, stabbed her mother and father in their hearts, at their request. They were almost dead, anyway, and they didn't want the pain.
A teengager, fifteen or so, stole pizza from a resturant, taking it to feed his sibling, four of them, their parents had abandoned them.
A puppy is killed for food. A cat is strung for warmth. A baby is not fed so others, older, may feed.
A man is raped and killed for money and clothes.
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Angel led the others into a small apartment. Nothing was good or clean or safe anywhere there, in that town.
"I'll go get us a car." Gunn said, he still knew how to hot-wire any mode of transportantion.
"I'll come with, just in case." Connor said, and they headed out.
"Where are we?" William asked, trying to make Angel's coat a second layer of skin. He was dressed in shorts and a thin vest. It had been very hot back 'home' and it was winter there...where ever they were now.
Angel took the coat off to wrap it around him, and then sat on the floor, pulling the small boy onto his lap to make him warmer. "I don't know."
"I'm cold."
"I know. We'll be leaving soon."
Fifteen minutes later, Connor came into the building. He only had a few cuts and bruises on him.
"What happened?" Angel asked, following him back to the car.
"Apparently everyone steals everyone elses car, even if theirs is brand new and descent."
The car was a Ford, spacious, quick, and descent for a fast getaway.
Gunn was behind the wheel, carrying, also, a few cuts and bruises, but nothing more.
Angel sat up front with him, leaving Illyria, Connor, and William in the back.
William was now sitting on Connor's lap, still wrapped in the coat, and Gunn had turned the heater up.
He sped like crazy, almost running people over. The cars doors were locked, but people still tried to get in, even thought they were practically going 130MPH. Well, slower than that, but the people seemed determined.
"Where to?" Gunn asked.
"Outta here." Angel said. "Maybe two towns over? It's got to be safer."
"Hopefully."
"Only one way to find out..." Gunn sped up even further.
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I know that most of this chapter didn't really make sense, but if you can follow my way of thinking-which is a bit crazy-you might just understand what it is i'm saying.
Hope you're liking this story so far, i don't imagine it has too long to go.
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