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Chapter One

"What do you mean you gave it away?!" Jamie gaped at her grandfather as if he had just hatched from an egg.

"Well now, Eddy wasn't going to need it nomore, was he?" Her grandfather scratched his graying head, and made a point to avoid eye contact.

"But I talked to Mom, and she said that I could have it!" Jamie couldn't believe her bad luck. "And you gave it to some random guy you don't even know?"

"He looked like he needed some kindness, dear, and I gave it to him. Shoulda seen the shape he was in when I found him."

"Grandpa…" Jamie groaned. She felt close to tears. "I've always wanted Eddy's motorcycle, and just because he can't have it anymore doesn't mean you had to get rid of it!"

"Well, dear…" Her grandpa swiped at his forehead. "I guess you'll have to find that young fella and ask him for the bike back."

"But I don't even know what he LOOKS like, or where he is, or-"

"Sorry, hun, but that's just something you're going to have to figure out on your own. He didn't leave very long ago- maybe ten minutes. He went downtown. And-" he shook his head with a quiet smile. "When he's green, you won't miss him."

"Green?"

He continued to smile quietly. Jamie grew frustrated and groaned. "This isn't fair!"

"He might have needed that bike more than you do, pumpkin."

"But you didn't even…. Didn't even charge him anything! Didn't make a buck off him!"

He shrugged. "Didn't feel the need to. Now, I need to get back to work, honey. Sorry about your bike."

Jamie walked away ready to scream at the heavens. Why would he just give away her bike? Mom had only given it to him to hold on to for the time being. Especially after her brother Eddy had… Well. They didn't like to talk about that.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt to stroll around New York. She knew the license plate number, anyways. If she found the motorcycle, which really wasn't likely, she would talk to the man who took it and see if they could negotiate.

However, as she was nearing New York City, she noticed that something was wrong. Horribly wrong. A strange light was spilling out of the sky in a pillar, and things were swarming around it like overly large flies. Was it some form of entertainment? An air show? She didn't know of any aircraft quite that small.

The traffic had stopped completely. People were getting out of their cars and pointing. There was no way the man who had stolen her motorcycle could have gotten very far in this kind of traffic in ten minutes.

There was a knock on her window. Jamie rolled it down to reveal a terrified-looking man in a business suit and glasses that perched on his nose crookedly. "Yeah?"

"The city's under attack! They want everyone to evacuate! Leave your car, we're heading up the interstate."

Jamie stared at him for a long moment with a frown, not understanding. "Attack? But I don't-"

"There's no time- Get out of your car!" Before she could protest, he moved on to the car behind her.

She sat there gazing at the strange buzzing things. Who was attacking them? Why? Well. If everyone was leaving their vehicles behind, she might be able to find her motorcycle. She wouldn't be able to get it out of this jam, but maybe she could leave a note saying to return it to her? Call her?

Careful not to hit any of the people running past, she got out of her car and began fighting against the crowd. Frantic voices called family and friends on their phones, telling them what was going on. The panic was starting to get to Jamie, and she began to question whether finding the motorcycle was a priority right now.

But he could be just up the road, and if she didn't find it now, she probably never would. Owning her own motorcycle had always been a dream of hers, a dream that had finally been attainable. The frustration of losing that opportunity because of her overly charitable grandfather had almost been enough to suffocate her. She wasn't just going to abandon her motorcycle, not when it could be so close…

Yet the further she pushed past the crowd, the more discouraged she became. She wasn't seeing it anywhere. And the people passing her were starting to make her angry. They pushed and shoved and growled, "What the hell are you doing, girl? You're going the wrong way!"

She would soon be in the city, and there was no sign of the motorcycle. Maybe the man hadn't come this way after all. The stream of people became thicker, and she was just about to turn around when she hear a roar of screams and the sound of glass shattering.

Turning back, she had to blink several times to be sure she wasn't seeing things. A monstrous… thing was floating through the air, and had just hit the side of one of the tallest buildings, making shards of glass rain down the streets below. A streak of light flashed past it, throwing the sun in her eyes. She had to turn away with the glare, and when she looked back, the darting thing was gone.

What on earth was going on?

She wasn't about to stay and find out. Finally, she relented. She'd just have to save up to buy herself a motorcycle. Someday. It wasn't worth her life.

Suddenly, the car next to her exploded. She had to dive out of the way and on top of other people to avoid getting hit by the flying material. Struggling to get off the ground, she looked up to see a strange aircraft hovering above her. It was smaller than a car, and some… creature thing was riding it.

No. It couldn't be.

…Aliens?

What, was she suddenly in some kind of scifi movie now?

Her ears were ringing with the screams of the people around her. Only when she closed her mouth did she realize that she had been screaming right along with them. More cars were being shot at. Trying to think of how best to preserve herself, Jamie rolled under a car and curled into a tight ball, wishing the nightmare away.

With a thunderous crack, the ground suddenly began moving beneath her. No way. They did not just shoot down the supports under the interstate bridge. She felt herself and everything else start to slide back. She was going to slide down to her death. The cars and people would tumble on top of her until she was crushed to death.

No, she thought. This was not acceptable.

Rolling back out from under the car, she scrambled to her feet, and ran in the direction of the city, working her legs against the steepening incline and trying to ignore the people who fell around her. Soon she had to crawl, but she made it to the safe part of the road that hadn't snapped.

She lay curled there for a moment, panting for breath, but had to quickly get back on her feet when she heard more shooting. People all around her were running back to the city. The interstate was no longer an option. They were vulnerable there. At least in the city they could probably hide.

Tripping her way past cars only inches apart and other people's bodies, she made her way as fast as she could to what she thought would be her best chance of safety.

...To be continued.