The Foreigners Of Oz

Sara is a young, misunderstood girl. When at the edge of giving up, she finds hope at a new environment: The Land Of Oz.

When she meets Dylan, a boy from earth who has been there as long as he can remember. They will go through some twist and turns.

But will the new friends ever go back home?


9. Chapter nine "Seeing Double"

I'm just in the living-room by myself. It was awkward when Dylan and his dad argued. I didn't know they could argue like that. I've never seen many sides of Dylan, but seeing him so mad got me by surprise, especially because he was that mad for me, so I could be safe.

They've been in the room for a while now. I'm starting to get worried. As I get up to see what happened with their disagreement, Dylan walks in.

"Oh, you're back. What happened in there?" I ask.

"Me and my father had made made-up." He says.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, And we've made an agreement in-which I've decided that I'm going to become citizen."

"Oh, really? I wasn't expecting that." I say.

"Yes, but I'm not going to without you with me. So all you have to do is drink this." He says, holding a bottle of a pinkish purple liquid.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Well, it will wipe your memories of your horrible past, so we could be the same. Truly raised in Oz." he says.

"But Dylan, I don't want to forget." I admit.

"But Sara, you will be much happier once you don't remember anything bad." He says.

"Ugh I know! But I don't wanna forget us, I don't want to forget the first time I saw you, or our first kiss when you told me I'm amazing just the way I am." I just admitted all my true feelings for him, wondering what he'll think, if he feels the same way and realizes how stupid this really is, wanting him to make another deal with his father. Instead, his nostrils flare with his eyes closed; he opens then and demands, "JUST DRINK IT!"

"NO!" I yell back. He grips on my wrist with his strong hand, grabs the other with the same hand, holding them both while holding the potion in the other. Looking into his angry grey eyes, I could tell it just isn't him. Dylan would never want to take my memory away to kill my body where I came from, he's too scared to do it himself. I remember when he told me yesterday about the wicked witch being killed by water, I notice how Georgie always tells Dylan to wash the dishes. When I think about it, I've never even seen him drink water!

I feel my heart beating fast, my adrenaline pumping, knowing I'm in danger. I think about my strategy fast before doing it.

"You're not Dylan." I say, just over a whisper.

"Oh yes I am." He says ruggedly. I struggle until I yank myself out of his grip. He looks shocked as I run to the door, going out in the rain.

"Then prove it! If you could come here and get me then I'll do whatever you say!" I yell as I get soaked under the heavy rain. He stares at me with a mad glare, I could tell he knows I've won. I'm wondering if this is Dylan, if he actually is a witch. Has he been playing nice just to lure me in and do evil?
My question is answered when I see a shocked Dylan behind the evil Dylan. I come running to the door, shoving the evil Dylan out of my way to hold my Dylan tightly, never wanting to let him go.

"Dylan your fathers not who you think he is, he's wicked!" I warn him.

"No this isn't my father, this an imposter!" He says, as he lets me go, grabs on to the impostors neck as the wicked Dylan tries to get his hands off with all his might. My Dylan holds on while he makes hard, languid steps to the door, and pushes the other Dylan out of the house, into the rain. My Dylan Breathes heavily, so much that he sounds like he's running out of air. As the other ones jaw shakes as his knees drop, collapsing him to the floor, him changing into this hideous creature with long, pointy nails grabbing onto his melting face.

"All I wanted was to have my son with me, never leaving my side! How much is that to ask?" He yells as he melts to the floor, leaving nothing but slime and his clothing. Dylan drops to his knees, I could hear his sobbing. I come closer, placing my hand on his shoulder trying to comfort him., watching what remains of who raised Dylan wash-away into the wet pavement.

"It's okay." I say.

"No it's not! I just killed my own father!" He sniffles before saying,

"I'm a monster!" I'm just willing to do anything to make him feel better. I can't bare to see him like this.

"But maybe it's not him." I say. He gets back his breath.

"He looked like you. Maybe he was just a shapeshifter." I say.

"Well I need to find out now! My father could be in great danger."

For that we went our way to the kings' palace.
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