I sighed as I watched the rain pour down from the window. I made a game where I tried to count how many raindrops hit the glass, but I soon was overwhelmed by the quick drops.

"Alice!" yelled the voice of my brother. I pressed my hand against the window before going to search for him.

"Nate! Where are you?" I yelled back.

"Living Room!"

I hurried down the stairs and into the living room. There my brother was, munching on popcorn and playing his weird Assassin game that he loved so much. Assassin's code or something like that. I played it once and dubbed it 'The Game Where You Can Murder People Without Feeling Bad' or 'Murder the peoples' for short. Nate patted the empty floor next to him. I sat down and watched for a while as he murdered a poor bear in the woods.

"Which one is this?" I asked, vaguely attempting at making conversation.

"The third one. It has this assassin named Conner in it, he's a native. It's set during the Revolutionary war."

I nodded and pretended I totally understood what he was talking about. It's better that way, because if you make it known to Nate you don't understand he tries to explain. The lights flickered and Nate's game froze.

"Ugh!" Nate cried out in frustration "Stupid thing is frozen!" He set down the controller and went to the kitchen to get a refill on his popcorn. Leaving me alone with the frozen TV. Thunder boomed and I jumped. My heart pounded at the scare and I rubbed my knee, a nervous habit of mine. The lights went out again and I gripped my knee tightly.

"Nate!" I yelled. Nothing happened and I stood up.

"Nate?!" I tried calling him again "Nate! This isn't funny!" I blinked as the TV came back on, the light too bright in the pitch black room. The character in the game was moving on its own. I looked to the side and then back at the TV. I squinted and then an another clap of thunder caused me to turn around and stare at the dark with slight fear.

"Hello?" I called quietly. Someone laughed and pushed my back into the TV. I screamed before falling through the screen.

Yeah, you heard me. Through.


I woke up and blinked at the bright light coming through the tree branches.

Wait...Tree branches?

I sat up and groaned at my sore back. I pushed myself up and soon realized a sore back wasn't the only thing I had to worry about. I had a massive headache as well. I looked around at my surroundings and confirmed I was in a forest. I felt panic well up in me pretty quickly and I started running, but you can't exactly run from a forest when you're in a forest.

"Help." I said (please excuse the joke) rather helplessly. I slowed down to a walk and my headache kept thrumming annoyingly. I heard a twig snap and quickly hid behind a tree. Well, I tried to hide. I actually just sort of fell to the ground ungracefully and hid my face in the dirt. I didn't dare look up, scared that whoever it was would see me seeing them. I heard a slight noise leading away and I sighed in relief. I pulled my head up and came eye to eye with a spider. I blinked at it. Once, twice, and then screamed.

"OHMYGODIT'SASPIDERHELP!" I screamed loudly. Whatever the thing was that had left me alone a second ago, returned and in a flash I was pinned against a tree.

"What are you doing here?" demanded a male voice. I stared at the person it belong to, who was currently holding me hostage against a tree. His skin was tan, but his hair was pulled back in a ponytail and it had a few feathers braided in. His attire looked like it should be in some sort of museum and I realized that there was a quiver and bow on his back. I turned my head to side, much like a dog would.

"Who are you?" I asked. The man frowned.

"I should be asking you the same question."

"Touché."

"What?"

"Nothing." I sighed, some people were behind on the times "So...you gonna let me go?" The man didn't respond and I sighed.

"Look man." I said "Really sorry about this." I stomped on his foot and then kicked him in the crotch. He doubled over and I sprinted away. I catapult over a fallen log and stumble on my landing. I can hear the man following me and adrenaline pumps into my veins. It's not long before my lungs start to burn and my chest tightens with the struggle to breath. Unfortunately, I'm unathletic and have asthma.

"God *wheeze* dang it." I muttered to myself. I stop for a second and hide behind a tree, trying to control my breathing. I don't hear anything and I peer around the tree. I sighed in relief when I saw that the man wasn't there. I turned around and almost screamed when the man was in front of me.

"Sugar Honey Iced Tea." I mumbled. I winced as my headache pounded violently against my skull and it didn't help that I could barely breath. The man looked at me and I stared at him. His eyes were full of guarded concern.

"Are you alright?" he asked. I was about to reply when I passed out.


"I don't trust her. Anyone who runs has a motive."

"Neither do I, but perhaps she was merely scared."

"She's waking up."

I opened my eyes with effort and blinked at the unfamiliar ceiling. I sat up slowly and rubbed my eyes. I froze when I spotted the two men in the room. One was the man from the forest and the other was older with a cane.

"Aw Hell." I groaned and pressed the palms of my hands to my eyes.

"Not quite." said the man with the cane. I was taken aback by his joke and frowned. Both of them seemed familiar for some reason.

"Do I know you?" I asked quietly. The man shook his head.

"No." he said "I'm Achilles and this is Conner." I studied them both, so forest dude had a name. Of course he had a name, what a stupid thing to think. Ten points from Alice.

"Conner is a nice name." I said instead. Wow, you are the stupidest person in existence Alice. Really? Conner is a nice name? How about being polite and introducing yourself?

"I'm Alice." I offered quickly. Achilles nodded and Conner didn't say anything.

"Do you know where you are Alice?" Achilles asked. I shook my head.

"No sir."

"You're in the Davenport Homestead, my house."

I glanced around the room. It was a nice house.

"Where are you from?" Achilles asked "You certainly don't look like you're from here." I glanced down at my clothes. My black hoodie and jeans were nothing out of place. I noticed my red high-top CONVERSE shoes were on the floor next to the bed. Maybe it was my purple hair? I struggled for a response, should I be honest?

I'll be honest eventually but for now, I'll have some fun.

"I'm from Sparta!" I said loudly and then burst into a fit of giggles. Both men exchanged looks and I wiped tears from my eyes.

"Sorry." I apologized "I wasn't blessed with social graces, but seriously, I'm from Ohio."

"Where is Ohio?" asked Achilles. I raised an eyebrow, did they seriously not know where Ohio was? This is basic geography people! At least in America. Wait, was I still in America.

"No, that's not fair." I said "You've asked me two questions now, I get to ask one." Achilles gestured for me to go ahead. I stared at Conner and pointed my finger accusingly.

"Are you Native American?" I asked "Because at first I thought that you were Italian or something and then I noticed your hair so I was like: Naw, that dude ain't Italian. Italian's don't wear feathers in their hair. So I thought: Maybe he's Native American even though people don't really do that anymore. So yes or no?" I smiled at my amazing deductive skills and Conner just sort of glowered.

"Yes, I am Native American."

"YAS!" I yelled "I am the almighty brain of Cuthulu!" I punched the air and smiled. Both men sort of stared and I blushed.

"Again, not blessed with social graces." I mumbled "Anymore questions? Because I have one. What's the date exactly?"

"It's November 1773." answered Achilles. I froze and frowned.

"Excuse me?" I asked quietly "I might be hard of hearing, because I thought you said November 1773."

"I did." Achilles said with a small nod. I blinked at him owlishly and then shook my head.

"It's actually July 2015." I said "At least, the last time I checked. I should really get a calendar or something." Achilles shook his head.

"You're mistaken, it's November 1773." He stated firmly "Or are you calling me a liar?" I shook my head quickly.

"N-No!" I exclaimed "That's not what I'm saying at all! I guess I'm just mentally confused or something! Hehe..." Conner shook his head and Achilles started for the door.

"You're clothes are filthy." He said (Excuse me Old man?) "There is some women's clothes in the wardrobe, I'm sure you'll be able to find something to your tastes." Both men left and I got out of bed. I made my way over to the wardrobe and opened it. There were tons of dresses and I brushed my fingers over the cloth. I eventually found a white blouse and replaced my hoodie with that, thankful I at least had my tank-top under it. I also found some leather pants and put those on. I put on my CONVERSE and tied my hair back in a ponytail, glad that I always wore a few hair-ties on my wrists. When I was satisfied with my appearance, I left the room and went downstairs.

Achilles was in the kitchen, making food and Conner was at the table. I stood in the doorway awkwardly until Achilles noticed me.

"Ah! Alice! You look lovely, sit down." he said warmly. I shifted from foot to foot and eventually sat down across from Conner. The room was silent for a couple of minutes before Conner spoke up.

"Why is your hair purple?" he asked. I huffed and crossed my arms.

"Because I don't like the color orange." I said "I wanted my hair to be purple, so I made it so." Conner seemed taken aback by my attitude and then he glared at me. I glared back. I could be sassy if I wanted to be sassy!

"Children. Children!" chided Achilles with a chuckle. I huffed again and leaned back in my chair. Achilles set food down in front of me and looked at me expectantly.

"Are you going to eat?" he asked. I hesitated before taking a bite. My eyes widened and my face broke into a grin. I swallowed the food.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed "This is great! Where'd you learn to cook?!" Achilles smiled at my enthusiasm and just gestured for me to keep eating, which I happily obliged.

"You should get some rest Conner." Achilles told the younger man "You have hard training tomorrow." I finally noticed that it was getting dark outside. How long was I out? Conner muttered a goodnight and went upstairs. Achilles turned his attention to me.

"You may use the room you were in before to sleep." He told me "We'll sort the rest of your situation in the morning." He left the kitchen and I put my head in my hands. Okay, I'll just sort my thoughts out and find out what I know.

It was raining and went down to the living room with Nate. Thunder, frozen TV, blah, blah, blah. Um... Nate left, then black-out. (Wow, like some poorly written fanfiction) I got frightened, pushed, and then I fell through the TV. Woke up in a forest, spider of doom, Conner enters with crazy interrogation tactic. Beat up Conner, run, get caught again, and then I passed out. And then interrogation with Achilles (Who's actually a pretty nice dude, besides the fact he told me my clothes were filthy). And then I learned I was out of my time zone.

Yay me.

But I still felt like something was out of my reach, I was trying to remember something important. I knew it had something to do with Conner and Achilles. Speaking of Conner, that guy was rude. Like seriously bruh, I will fight you with Loki's magical glowing stick of destiny (Even though I don't own one...). My eyelids grew heavy and I realized even though I literally just woke up, I was tired. I got up and went upstairs. I opened the door to what I now called my room and started to take off my shoes. I then realized that there was someone in the bed. I was in the wrong room and that someone was Conner.

"Oops." I whispered and slowly back out of the room, the floor creaked and Conner grunted in his sleep. I froze and waited until he was breathing deeply again before leaving completely. I found my room and finished taking my shoes off. I pulled the blouse off so I just had my black tank-top on. I also pulled my hair out of its ponytail and then crawled into the bed, pulling the covers over me.


A/N- Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Review what you think (And / Or to correct some mistakes. I'm not the best writer and I have a laggy computer). Always don't forget to follow and favorite!

Next chapter may or may not be posted by the end of the day. Depends on if my computer crashes