Oblivion

OBLIVION - A BLOGFIC BY CHEETAHSPARK

Prologue
An old, rickety picnic table sat alone in the middle of a field, the wind whistling through its gray, aged wooden boards. Though old, it was sturdy, and had been used for seasons upon seasons — at least, that was what everyone assumed. No one really new how long it had been sitting in that field.

On this particular day, the skies were clear, the sun was shining, and small whisps of mist drifted through the field. Orchids, tulips, daffodils, and every other flower imaginable grew from the rich soil around the table, their sweet scents mingling into a delectable fragrance. It was hard to tell that such a beautiful place could be a such a prison to those that visited it.

The singsong of birds and humming of the breezes were interrupted by an almost inaudible shouting from over the hill, in the distance.

The wind soon brought the sound of the call drifting closer to the table. “Are we there yet?” It said.

Soon, five figures appeared on top of the hill, coming towards the direction of the picnic table. One of them sped up, arriving at the table before the others. She slid onto the bench, humming a tune under her breath. Drumming her fingers on the table, she slouched over the wooden bench, sighing heavily. She tucked a strand of her dark brown hair behind an ear, giving an annoyed glance at the others, who were still making their way over the hill. “Are you guys coming or not?” She called playfully.

When the other four figures finally came into view, it could be seen that two of them were carrying a rather large picnic basket between them, both of the girls huffing with strain. One of them, a tan girl with butterscotch-colored hair, gave the girl sitting at the table a glare with her forest-green eyes. “You try carrying this thing,” She growled. “It weighs more than you do.” Still, there was a teasing glint in her eye, so everyone could tell that she wasn’t really angry.

The girl sitting at the table shot up immediately. “Then allow me to help,” she said with a flourish. Together, the three girls managed to push the large wicker basket onto the table, scraping the old wood in the process. One of the girls who hadn’t spoken yet, a girl of about twelve with dirty blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, muttered, “What did you guys put in this thing, rocks?”

A long-legged girl with tan skin shot the blonde a glance. “You wouldn’t know, considering you didn’t even help us carry it all the way up here.” She muttered jokingly.

The blonde shrugged, collapsing onto the picnic table dramatically. The dark-haired girl sat on the opposite side, beginning to hum her previous tune again. The girl with butterscotch hair opened the wicker basket, her eyes widening as she saw what it contained. She pulled out an apple, taking a big bite ravenously. Some of the juice from the fruit dripped onto the table, falling through the cracks in between the planks of wood and splattering onto the grass. The girl glanced down embarrassingly, slipping onto the bench of the picnic table delicately.

A girl with medium-length brown hair slipped onto the bench next to the one humming the strange tune, folding her hands over the planks. The tan girl with caramel-colored hair, the only one left standing, started taking food out of the basket, while the others looked on hungrily.

“Oooh, cards!” The one with long, dark brown hair squealed as the standing one pulled a stack of cards from the picnic basket. “Can we play?”

The one with dirty blonde hair shrugged. “Why not?”

After the cards were dealt, and the game had gone on as usual, the one who had been humming earlier smacked hers down on the table, making everyone else jump. “Go fish!” She squealed.

“Erm…” The one with butterscotch hair muttered. “Rose, we’re playing Hearts, not Go Fish.”

Rose cocked her head. “So?”

The other girl sighed. “Never mind.”

“Wait,” The girl with medium length hair interrupted. “I thought we were playing Uno…”

The blonde moaned, slamming her head on the table. “What? Uno doesn’t even use these kind of cards, Spidey.”

“How was I supposed to know that, Blue?” Spidey said.

“Common. Sense.” Blue muttered, her hair fanning around her.

The tan girl with caramel hair let her head rest on her fist. “Obviously, none of us are playing this right.” She murmured.

“Let’s just eat.” The girl with butterscotch hair said, her forest-green eyes glittering hungrily.

Rose rubbed her hands together. “Great idea, Jazzy, I’m starving.”

Lightning cracked in the distance, startling all five people. They all gave a unanimous moan. Blue groaned. “I guess we have to go—”

She was cut short by a screech from Jazzy, who began clutching at her head in panic. Spidey, horrified, looked on in fear. Her hazel eyes suddenly widened in recognition. “Oh no. Cheetah, you have to get her back to camp.”

The caramel-haired girl shook her head in shock. “We left our rings at home, remember?”

Tears started streaming down Jazzy’s cheeks. She looked up at them all in fear. “I don’t want to die like… like Peto.”

Blue sniffled, not joking anymore. Rose could only stare in horror, the tune she had been humming that whole time forgotten. Blue’s eyes suddenly hardened. “No. Jazzy, we aren’t going to let you die out here with no help. Even without our rings, we can still get you back to camp.”

Cheetah shook her head numbly. “But it’s such a long way…” She murmured.

Jazzy let out another screech, only growing more and more panicked. Spidey grabbed the picnic basket, which had lost its heavy weight, and prodded Jazzy forward. The winds from the storm picked up, making the cards from their game flutter away. Rose grasped at them feebly, possibly looking for some element of control, but Cheetah stopped her with a grab at Rose’s wrist. She silently shook her head, and Rose nodded.

Together, the five girls assisted each other in trying to get Jazzy away from the storm, away from the field, away from the table, and back to camp. Before it was too late.