Yep, here's Chapter 1 (finally) for your reading pleasure.

no plotholes yet! yay!

oh wait... >.<

Chapter 1: One Warning

Jazz, Spaz, and Lori climbed into their separate beds in a special chamber for them. Jazz clambered up onto the top bunk of a double bunk bed, and Spaz and Lori hopped into their own beds. Spaz fell asleep relatively quickly, and his loud, irregular snores kept Lori and Jazz awake for quite a while. Finally, they became used to it, and before long after that, Lori’s quieter breaths were barely noticable without the loud noise coming from Spaz, let alone with it. Jazz lay awake for a little while longer, then finally, mercifully, fell into sleep.

Jazz strode through a thick grey mist. He felt as if he was walking towards something, but he didn’t know what. All around him was darkness and a grey fog. Nevertheless, Jazz kept going. Oddly, the fog didn’t seem to affect him.
There was a glint in the far distance. Jazz began to walk faster, and the shining thing seemed to get bigger. Then, Jazz slowed to a halt just in front of the mysterious thing.
The yellow glint was at eye level. It took Jazz a few seconds that it actually was a pair of eyes. Jazz had to get a fix on the eyes, then noticed the figure of the rabbit around them.
“Who are you…?” Jazz hadn’t moved his mouth, but the words seemed to echo around the dark space where he was, and the echoes bounced around his brain.
“You don’t need to know. You will meet me in the near future. But listen to what I say now, Jazz Jackrabbit, for it is very important.” As with Jazz’s own words, the almost invisible, mysterious black rabbit’s mouth never moved, but his voice echoed about everywhere.
“What is it?”
“Your enemy, Devan Shell, is planning a surprise attack on Carrotus City. He’s going to use a new type of technology, called the Turbulence Machine. But that’s all we know.”
“We?”
“Never mind. Once again, you don’t need to know. What you do need to know is where to find Shell before he does whatever he’s going to do with his Turbulence Machine.”
“And where’s that?”
“Just east of your castle, there is a small set of large mountains. Do you remember them?”
“Yeah, the Rockius Mountains. What about them?”
“In the tallest of those mountains is a secret entrance to Devan’s lair. You must have a strong heart and a good eye to enter it, though; it’s both heavily guarded and heavily disguised.”
“Don’t worry about the goons. I’m still alive after what Devan hit me with.”
Then the yellow glint of the black rabbit’s eyes turned a dangerous red. “I’d advise not to become over-confident about this, Jazz. What he hits you with here will change you…”
Jazz’s hand instinctively went to his blaster. But his trusted gun was no longer there. Then a very rare thing happened.
Jazz felt cold, raw fear course through him. It was like someone had just locked him in a freezer. And yet, even with the coldness around him, a drop of sweat fell down his forehead.
The now red-eyed rabbit pointed, almost accusingly, at the highly apprehensive Jackrabbit. He finally finished his sentence.
“…forever…”
Suddenly, three gigantic, red missiles flew out from behind the black figure. They seemed to follow the path of his finger, flying directly towards Jazz. As the enormous missiles closed in, the black rabbit began to laugh…

“Yawoop!” THUD!
Lori and Spaz were up almost immediately, hands on blasters, only to find the sozzled form of Jazz lying on the floor. He had fallen out of the top bunk of his bed. Fortunately, since no one slept in the bottom bunk, he didn’t land on anyone.
Something that sounded like “Mmrf.” could be heard from the floor directly under Jazz’s face. He pulled his nose out from between two floorstones, looking dazedly at his brother and sister. He smiled sheepishly at his siblings, asked what time it was, then passed out again. Lori stared oddly at the prone figure of Jazz on the floor, until Spaz asked, “What do you think that was about?”
“Beats me. C’mon, let’s get him back into bed.”
They dug their hands under Jazz’s belly, and heaved hard. Despite his only moderate stature, Jazz was remarkably heavy. Lori could only lift him to about chest level (which was about eye level for Spaz), then had to lower him to the floor again.
“OK,” Lori said, through deep breaths, “on three, we bring him straight up.”
Spaz nodded his head in agreement.
“One,” she began, turning her attention back to the amazingly still sleeping Jazz.
“Two.” She bent her knees, ready to use all her power to straighten them very quickly.
“Three!” They both sprang upwards, lifting their unconscious brother as fast as they could.
Unfortunately, in all of the twelve seconds used to plan how to get him back into bed, they had loosened their grip on his body. Jazz rolled off their arms before he was propelled into his bunk. Luckily, for him and his siblings, he rolled off right into the lower bunk.
Spaz stared dumbfounded as Jazz continued sleeping, now in the bottom bunk. Lori was also speechless at their incredible luck, then she chuckled. “Heh. Well, that’s that. He’s still sleeping, and—” she stopped for a second as she smacked Spaz across the back of the head, jolting him out of his state of awe, “we should be too. I’m even more tired than when we got back today. I’m going to sleep, and nothing is going to wake me up, or there will be serious consequences.” She couldn’t help a smile as she got back into bed, and, as Spaz fell into his own bed, consequently falling off the other side and springing back up, grinning like an idiot, Lori said, “G’night.” She almost immediately fell asleep again.

Early the next morning, Jazz awoke with a start. Bits and pieces of his dream had come back to him in his sleep, and the red-missile culmination was what woke him. The first thing he noticed was that he was in the lower bunk of his bed, instead of in the top bunk, like he usually was. He slowly crept out of his bed, hand on blaster, and snuck to the door. He seemed to change his mind, however, and began to examine his and his siblings’ bedroom.
Lori was amusedly watching Jazz wasting his time exploring the room, and Jazz almost jumped out of his skin as Lori said, “What are you doing?”
Jazz looked at Lori, still lying on her bed, chin on her hand. He scratched the back of his head, then replied, “Getting an answer.”
“Ooo, mysterious. What’s the question?”
“What happened last night that caused me to end up in the bottom bunk?”
“Um. OK.” Lori sat up in her bed, swinging her feet over the side. She yawned once, then continued.
“You were apparently having a very bad dream last night. You managed to fall out of your bed and crash into the floor. We tried to get you back up into your top bunk, but you were too heavy, so instead of accidentally letting you fall off again, we put you into the bottom bunk.” She didn’t want to say that she and Spaz accidentally dropped him into the bottom bunk. The less he knew, the better.
Spaz had woken up to their talking, and he was occasionally nodding enthusiastically while Lori was speaking. It was a slight distraction, seeing something bobbing up and down in the corner of her eye, so she eventually turned, smacked Spaz across the back of the head, and laid him out on his bed again, snoring like a baby.
Jazz winced as Lori’s hand made contact with the back of Spaz’s head, then rolled his eyes. “I’m going to go find out what’s happening with Devan and the Turbulence Machine.”
“The what?” Lori asked, puzzled.
“Oi, didn’t I tell you?” Jazz asked impatiently. “The black rabbit, and the fog, and…”
Lori stared, blankly, at Jazz. He could tell that she had no idea what he was talking about. Then it hit him.
“Oh yeah, that was my dream. But it seemed so real.”
“Meh?”
“Remember that very bad dream you said I was having?” Jazz continued. “That was it. I was talking with this black rabbit in a black fog. Neither of us were ‘talking’, so to speak, but our words just bounced around, like echoes.”
“Creepy.”
“Very. He told me that the next place to find Devan was the Rockius Mountains. He said that he’s going to be using some kind of new machine…”
“The Turbulence Machine.”
“Right.”
“Did this mysterious rabbit tell you what kind of machine this was?”
“Well, no, but he said it could… well, change me. And the way he said it didn’t sound too promising.”
“In other words, a turn for the worse.”
“Indeed.”
By now, Spaz was up again, rubbing the back of his head, but appearing none the worse for wear. He glared at Lori. “What was that for?”
“Um. Overenthusiasm?”
“But I’m always like that!”
“Yeah, well, I need my carrot coffee. My head’s still spinning.” With that, she hopped out of bed, and wandered out the door to the main dining area of the castle.
“She’s right, Spaz. I’d be grumpy too if I hadn’t had my morning coffee.”
He paused. “Wait a minute. I haven’t yet. That would probably explain my frequent yawning, wouldn’t it.”
He left, chunnering away to himself as he followed Lori down the hall. Spaz was left in the bedroom, simply blinking confusedly. Then his stomach growled at him, reminding him to go eat something. He skidded out of the bedroom, promptly running into the wall opposite the door. Blinking indignantly at the wall, he made a slight snarf noise, then scampered down the hallway behind Jazz and Lori.

Meh. I didn't particularly like the way I portrayed Lori here. Oh well, better luck next time.

Heehee, snarf...