Okay, so this is my FIRST Liley fanfic, so be nice.
I've wrote Alex/Mitchie and Rosie/Carter fanfics, so if u like those couples check out my radical adventures between those two cuties :) Disclaimer: I own nothing. There is no Hanny Montany (thats how i say it) and never will be in this story.
This story involves Miley, Lily, Mikayla, Mitchie, Oliver, Jackson, Shane, Nate, Jason, Justin and Harper. Nobody is related to anyone. They are just people who grew up in Malibu, but some do know each other. All characters are from Disney shows or movies.Pairings are Miley/Lily Mikayla/Mitchie Justin/Shane Oliver/Nate Harper/Jason
Everybody is 24.
I'll tell you this now, it's not just gunna be Miley's and Lily's POV, it will be everybodies. I'm gunna write everybodies angle of how their taking it and their life and experiences. It's gunna be alot of work, but thats why I love writing.
Miley is taken from her work, along with a group of other people, and is placed back to where they lived, Malibu. But, everybody knows that Malibu was abandoned years ago to an unknown disease. In that group of people, is Lily, Miley's ex, but they ended on really bad terms. When confronted with the disease, they all see they have to work together, but Miley's and Lily's bickering is splitting everybody apart and making them all fight. That's all i'm going to tell you for now. You'll have to read to find out more cuz i'm going to take you on an adventure that'll blow your mind... or at least make you wanna review. So, that's what i'm asking you to do, review, that's all. Press that little button and write something nice, or mean, whatever floats your boat. :B
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Miley's POV
It was supposed to be a normal day at work. The normal like dragging myself up in the morning, getting dressed for work, buying a large black coffee with two sugars, and rushing to get a taxi on the corner of Browns Road. Just routine normal.
When I got to work, I thought that would be the same as well. The same like filling out paperwork for my persistant boss, talking to my girlfriends in the lunchroom, and going home to sit and watch Desperate Housewives re-runs and eat Ben's and Jerry's icecream all by my lonesome self like i've done day after boring day.
Nuh uh. Not a chance.
I was filing a lawsuit for some people when some men in prestigeous suits and black sunglasses enter. They held out there badges and arrested me while all of my comrads and friends watched the most embarrassing scene i've ever encountered.
They secluded me in the back of a dirty semi truck, and so now, here I am, scraping my high heels along the back of the van floor trying to entertain myself while they are driving me to only god knows where.
If I ever get out of here, I am going to sue their asses so hard their children's children will feel the wrath.
What would they even want with me? I'm just a lawyer for fuck's sake.
I've been her for what I can guess is 8 hours. No bathroom, no food, nothing except for a bumpy, unpleasant, unwanted journey.
"Oh sweet niblets." I breath out as I look at my designer watch on my wrist.
Suddenly, the truck comes to a halt and I go flying throughout the back of the van.
"Okay, out!" I hear someone order.
I watch as the back door falls open and light enters the truck like sea flooding a city.
I squint my eyes in pain and stumble out the back, watching that my heels don't break on anything. These heels cost a fortune and a half.
I look to see four other semi-trucks in line and four other squinting, probably innocent, members of society exit them as well. We all stand around, looking at the desecrated city.
The trucks start up and begin driving away.
"HEY! HEY COME BACK!" A boy screams while waving his hands around in the air, trying to get the drivers attention, but truly, I think we all know that there not returning.
"What the hell is happening?" A black haired girl asks us all.
"I don't know, but there must be a reason. The men who took me said they were from the government. The government just doesn't take people from places, and put them somewhere else for no good reason. We're here cause they want us here." I tell them.
They all seem to contemplate it, then nod in agreement.
"My name is Miley." I tell them.
"Mikayla." The latino looking girl replies.
"I'm Shane." A one eyebrowed man greets.
"Nate." The curly haired man says.
"Names Jason." Greeted the eldest looking one.
"It's great we all know each other and all, but what the hell would they want with all of us?" Mikayla asks, hands out in confusion.
"An experiment maybe?" I shrug.
"Well, I mean, everybody who read the newspaper or watched the news knows that Malibu was evacuated 10 years ago when the 'unknown' disease reaked havoc around the town." Jason tells us.
"Malibu?" Nate asks.
"Oh, wow, yeah, we are in Malibu." I say, looking around and recognizing the old street my daddy used to drive through. to get to work.
A chorus of 'oh yeahs' rings through my ears.
"So your saying we're here, to see if the disease is gone?" Mikayla suggests.
"I think your right." I respond, realizing her ingenius answer. But a thought hits me.
"But, why would they bring people who originally lived in Malibu, back here? It could be possible that while living here from birth it may have made us immune to the disease." I say. I feel really smart right now.
"The government said that the disease was transmitted through DNA and body fluids alike. Examples would include blood, saliva, sexual fluids and even sometimes just through the pores with close contact. If you even had the smallest dose of this germ, you would get it, so there was no way to become immune." Nate just made me feel so stupid.
"Right, well, now we know that's all sorted, we know we're screwed." Shane jokes.
We all give a little snort or smirk in return, but it's quickly stopped.
Bang! Crash! Smash!
We all jump back from the house that sound came from. I can feel my heart beating out of my chest and neck.
"I thought this whole place was evacuated." I whisper in Nate's ear while we wait for something to happen, all staring at the house in fright.
"It was, they made sure no one was ever hiding in here. They barred and gated off this whole area, no one could enter, not even helicopters. This place is sensored with cameras and dead zones so no one can enter. There shouldn't be one person anywhere in here." He replies.
"Okay, so... run." I whisper shout. We all take off like lightning in a mad dash while looking back occasionally. It's a good thing I learned how to run in heels.
"No, no, no, no. Look, stop!" Jason says and holds out his arm to stop us. "It's a person."
"What? Impossible." Mikayla replies.
"Well, we're here, so I guess it's not." Shane says. "Hey, can you help us?" He shouts to the person who just stands still, placed in the same position and seems to be staring at us. He examines us, his head moving up and down. This man's clothes is shredded and dirty, unlike our pristine clean body articles. I couldn't see his face since it seemed to be covered and smothered in dirt or grime.
Okay, kinda... creepy.
The man starts screaming demonically and running at us wildly, arms flailing in the air.
We stare at him for a moment, unsure what to do, but human instincts soon kick in...
"RUN!" Jason shouts, but me and Mikayla are already G-O-N-E gone. By the time the guys had started running, me and Mikayla are already jumping in a car, scared shitless.
"OH MY GOD WHAT WAS THAT?" I shout at her.
"I DON'T KNOW!" She replies.
"OH SWEET NIBLETS!"
The guys jump in the car, screaming.
"AHHHHHH!" Is all you can hear throughout the car, from the guys scared screams and the girls suprised screeches. The words 'CLOSE THE DOOR!' come next after that.
Slam!
"AHHHH!" The screaming continues. "LOCK THE FUCKING DOORS!" Someone shouts, and soon enough, they are.
"CALM DOWN!" Nate shouts at us all, and we do after a a moment, but there's one person left screaming.
We all turn around to look at Shane. He's still screaming... like a five year old girl, hands wrapped around his face, and tears flowing from his eyes.
"Shut up! Be a man!" Nate nudges his arm and he soon quiets after some soft whimpering.
"What the fuck was that?" Mikayla asks.
"Just some demented person trying to scare us. He's gone, and if he actually meant to hurt us, he would still be coming after us." Jason is probably the smartest of us all if you think about it.
We all look around, but the road where we had just ran for our lives, is clear and empty. It's a trap is the first thing that comes to my mind.
"Look, I think we need to stick together, maybe get some appropriate clothes on," Jason says, looking at me, and my heels and skirt, "and find shelter, protection and food. We don't need to worry about anything. We'll be fine, think of it as camping."
"I agree with you." I say and nod to him, placing my hand in between us all. "Who's with me and Jason?" I ask, looking around the crowded car.
Mikayla places her hand in. "Me." She says and smiles.
"Yeah, me too." Nate and Shane place their hands in.
"Okay. Good, we're all in, but, how are we gunna get around?" I ask.
...xXx...
Vroom! Vroom vroom!
Okay, so never doubt Mikayla when she says she can hotwire a car.
We pull the little Honda Civic wheel around and around, just doing a neccesary check-up.
She rips around a corner, CD player blasting to Skillet.
"Can you shut that thing off? We don't wanna bring us anymore unwanted attention!" I shout over the music. She just rolls her eyes and turns it off. "Thank you."
"You know, we should get some clothes for you. You can't run in heels all the time." She suggests to me.
"Who says we're gunna be running alot?" I quiz her, curious to her thoughts.
"Look, i'm just saying that after that creep we just encountered, he might have friends, y'know?"
"Yeah, I guess your right."
"I normally am." She grins cheekily.
"Ha, you shush up girly."
She giggled lightly with the guys listening in close.
"So, what do you do for a living?" I ask her. I want to know more about these people if i'm going to be spending alot of time with them. I wanna know I can trust them.
"I'm just a manager for Globecom. I'm married, but my wife kind of brings in the most money. Normally my house keeper takes care of our daughter when we're working." She tells me. I bet the guys are going crazy thinking this girl is married to another woman.
She's lucky to be married so young. I've been so lonely after the Lily incident.
I was with this great girl called Lily, but to cut things short, we broke up, and on bad terms as well and i've never seen her again. I gave her my heart, but she broke it immensely. Lily didn't just break it, she stepped on it, and crushed it and shot it and spat on it. I would say I hate her, but I still love her too much to say it.
"That's adorable." I tell her.
"Yeah. Thank you."
"Your welcome. So what does your wife do?"
"She's a singer. Her name is Mitchie Torres." I can see her cheeks blush, her smile grow unimaginably and her eyes sparkle. She really loves her.
"Wow, I listen to her. She's amazing."
"Thanks, if we ever get out of here, i'll tell her that. It always means alot to her that people enjoy her music. So what do you do for a living?"
"I'm just a laywer." I say, shrugging. It's not like I wanted to be a lawyer, but the pay was good, and I was great at it.
"Lawyers are assholes!" Shane shouts.
"Thanks buddy." I say back.
"Anytime girly." He smiles back.
"So, anyone special?" Mikayla questions, a smile in her voice and on her lips.
I didn't want that question coming up, but I guess it always will, no matter the circumstances. My heart tightens at the thought of Lily Truscott and her sudden departure out of my life.
"My girlfriend and I broke up years ago, and i've never met someone like her ever again." I whisper.
"Your both lesbians? That's so hot!" Nate is such an idiot, or well such a guy!
"Shut up dude." Shane says, and nudges him harshly.
"I'm sorry to hear that, but you will find someone special and right for you." Mikayla intervenes and tells me sweetly.
"Thank you." I thank.
I hope we get out of here, not for me, but for these people who have lives to live and lovers to cherish, and I just know that without Lily, I don't even want a life.
...xXx...
We've been driving in circles for hours, but no one even believes me.
"We passed that Burger King twice already!" I shout.
"No we have not you crazy lady!" Jason argues.
"Uh, yes, we have actually, because I can distinctivelly remember the dick drawn on the side of the wall." I return back, teeth clenched together.
"So your thinking about dicks?" Nate asks, his arms going behind his head with self confidence and winking at me.
"Ew, no, god no, that's so gross." I fake vomit and Mikayla laughs.
"Dude's, hold up!" Jason shouts, and points out the front window. "There's some semi-trucks! Drive!"
We all spot them, and Mikayla gases towards them desperately.
I can see hope in everybodies eyes.
"C'mon! Drive faster!" Shane shouts.
"I'm going as fast as I can in this rice rocket!" Mikayla screams back.
All of a sudden, the semi's start driving away as fast as they could, bursting through the town at top speed. We follow as best as we can in our little Honda Civic.
We're catching up with them, so they release the back doors. They come flying at us.
I grab the wheel and direct us away. The tires screech as we pull towards the ditch and I can hear people screaming, but in quick thinking I pull us back on the road, having successfully avoided the flying doors.
The car comes to a halt and throws us forward.
"What the fuck?" Mikayla turns the wheel, but it's like it locked in place. We try to open the doors, but their locked as well. "I want out!"
We ignore her screams and watch as the semi's drive away. A gate opens automatically, and they pass through without any problem.
I look at Mikayla. There's an anger burning in her eyes.
"I don't know about you, but i'm getting through that gate, and i'm going home." She says to us all. "Whose with me?" She says, peering around and gazing at us.
All we can do is nod and brace ourself as she gases the car at the metal wall. She's flooring it.
"Oh god!" I scream as the wall closes in. I strap my seat belt on, and everyone notices and does the same. I place my hands over my face in one last attempt to protect myself.
Screaming and shouting is all you can hear from this little car at we close the distance between us and the wall.
It was like time was slowing down.
The airbags pop.
The windshield and windows rain down on us like a thousand stabbing knives to our delicate skin.
Crushing and twisting and turning metal pierces our ears loudly, I suspected they are bleeding.
Shane, whom was behind me, slams forward in the thrust of things and propells me even more into the airbag and front dashboard.
Distant bones cracking can be heard.
But suddenly, everything is getting hotter, and I can see blurry yellow, red and orange stripes coming from the front of the hood.
"Fire!" I hear someone shout.
Desperation comes next as I try to open the mangled door. The door handle is jammed between all the torn metal.
I look to see Mikayla waving in my face.
"Miley, follow me!" She shouts.
Through blurred signals and hopeful thoughts, I crawl through the hot car and out the back window.
I'm met with the glass covered floor.
"Run! It's gunna explode!" I hear someone scream. I get up from the floor, shoes broken, clothes shredded from the glass, sore body bleeding all over and run to where everybody is.
Running to them wasn't the hard part. It was seeing their faces.
Their eyes were filled with hurt, pain, loneliness, desperation, care, worry, and sorrow.
I couldn't help but feel them all too.
Mikayla holds me in her arms, trying to comfort me while even the guys all hold hands.
What is happening here? Why can't we leave?
"What now-"
BOOM!
We are thrown back from the pure, boiling energy that the car's explosion creates. I can feel the heat and burn on my face. It's too much to handle.
Everything just happened so fast from how we got here, to how we met, to finding someone who ended up to be a loony, getting in the car, seeing more semi's and even the crash.
We're here for a reason, and everything is happening for a reason. I feel like some part of the government's sick joke.
I look as we all lay on the floor, but sit up at the same up.
"I think we should keep moving." Mikayla whispers. I can see the pain in her eyes. It's probably about her wife and daughter.
"Where can we go?" Jason whispers as well. It's not the right time to talk loudly. I think we're all sensitive right now.
I feel tears at the brim of my eyes.
"Let's go somewhere where it has clothes, food, shelter and some form of entertainment." Mikayla suggests quietly.
"Wal-Mart it is." I whisper back.
She smiles and takes my hand. She pulls me up and we stare at the flaming ball of fire that engulfed the Honda Civic. Suprisingly, the gate looks completely unharmed.
Mikayla walks over to a car and opens it by breaking the glass, and starts hotwiring a car. That girl is badass.
"After all of that, and the gate isn't affected up at!" Nate shouts.
"We'll just have to wear it down." I say, smiling as I do. In Malibu, my daddy used to take me to the moster truck rally's.
In my mind, I can see us all driving one each, while flooring it towards the gate.
That'll take it down.
"What do you have in mind?" Shane asks, sensing the wheel in my mind turning.
"Two words. Ultimate Destruction." I smirk to him.
...xXx...
In the back of the car we were driving we found a couple bags of clothes and shoes.
Perfect.
I was now wearing slightly baggy skinny jeans, tied up skateshoes, and a guys purple V-Neck shirt.
Best part about this? We've found a walmart. The carparks empty, obviously, but that doesn't matter.
We scower the outside, and peak in, but it looks like there is somebody in there, waiting for us. Mikayla stops the car, and we examine this man. He's in the exact pose the last guy was in.
He starts running at us exactly like the first guy.
"Drive!" I shout.
"No, just shhhh." Mikayla says to me. I can see her foot shaking over the gas pedal before pressing down on it. We drive at this guy at an acceptable 50km/h.
"No! Don't!" I hear from the guys in the back.
This man runs faster at the car. I can hear his crazy screechy screams through the car.
It only takes seconds before he's under our tires, and just another speed bump.
"Mikayla!" We all shout.
"What?" She asks, acting innocent.
"See if he's okay." Jason says to me.
I roll my eyes and jump out the car. He's a good 20 feet away. As I approach him, I can see LOTS of blood.
"Oh, god."
His arm is twisted around his neck and his legs are some 5 feet from him.
I can feel the vomit form in my throat, but before that can happen, his starts moving again.
I stare in complete shock as I listen to all his bones cracking. He lifts his head to stare at me, his eyes glazed over bright white.
He raises his arm out to me...
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I run back into the car, screaming like a motherfucker. I lock the door and everybody watches me have a bird.
I've never been so scared in my entire life.
At times like these in my life time, I could use Lily. She used to hold me all those times I was scared and nervous. Her touch was always so comforting.
"Drive!" Mikayla pulls away and I try to get my heart beat under control.
I've never wanted more to go home and just sit and watch re-runs and eat cream of the ice variety.
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Okay, reviews please. tell me if i should continue or maybe shove a piece of wood down my esophagus. remember this is my first liley fanfic, so be nice :D