Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will, own Super 8. This is one of my biggest disappointments with myself.
"Cary, you put the film in the camera, right?" Charles asked him, face lit up with excitement.
"I didn't put it in!" He yelled. Of course he hadn't. They weren't supposed to be filmind yet.
"What?" Charles screeched and Cary scowled at him, "Put it in, put it in."
Cary quickly fumbled with the film to get it into the camera, ignoring the pain that was coming from his hand and making sure none showed on his face like always. Stupid burn.
He got it in and got the camera set up with a little time to watch Preston scrambling to get into his costume and Joe frantically getting the mike ready. With Charles bossing orders at them, it was hard not to feel like if you didn't do it in time, you were in a lot of trouble.
The scene started to take place moments later as the train rushed by, making their clothes billow and Alice and Martin having to talk loudly to be heard over it.
"Look, I am going to stay and investigate. I think it'd be safer if you left town for a couple of days," Martin spoke firmly as if actually talking to someone.
"John, I don't like this. These case, these murders," Alice said as she threw emotion into the words, each one sounding important.
Cary watched through the camera as they acted out the scene, practically having to scream over the noise of the train. He had to admit, it was a great scene and would be amazing in the movie. Alice was really a wonderful actress.
However, the entire thing was cut short as Joe yelled in panic, "Guys! Watch out!"
Everyone turned towards him, confused and (like Charles) annoyed. Charles started to rant at Joe for ruining the take but before he could get very far, the entire night turned into a nightmare.
There was a loud crash and everyone's attention was brought to the train that was derailed. Train parts flew through the air and they all screamed, "RUN!" Cary yelled in panic, bolting.
He had expected to stay near his friends but he soon found himself alone as he ran, explosions sounding around him. Usually, these explosions would amaze him but right now, they terrified him. Loud, big, and threatening his life, they landed all around him, the heat singing his skin as his heart pounded.
He ran for his life, twisting and turning to avoid being caught in one of the explosions. When would it end? It seemed to go on forever?
An part of the train landed right in front of him and promptly blew up, making him fly backwards and land with a thud, the air being knocked out of him. He groaned slightly in pain, his wrist burning and back screaming. He caught his breath and shakily stood up. The explosions were still going on and if he laid there, he had a greater chance of dying.
He ran again, flying through the field and just narrowely avoiding going up in flames.
Finally, finally, it was over. The explosions stopped, the entire train had been derailed. He stood there, taking deep breaths. His back screamed in pain from where his bruises had been irritated and his hand seared. He took a deep breath, mentally reassuring himself that everything was fine.
Except, everything wasn't fine. His friends could still be hurt.
He started to walk in a random direction, feet picking up pace as he looked around quickly for any sight of his friends who had been with him, "Guys?" He yelled, pace picked up so he was nearly running as he searched for any sign of them.
"Cary?" He swivelled on his heel and saw Charles running toward him, face red and coated with dirt, "Oh my gosh, I thought everyone was dead."
Cary was silent for a moment, staring at Charles as his brain caught up with him. Then, he blurted out, "Oh my gosh! Did you see that? It was so cool!"
The bigger boy made a face at him, as if he couldn't believe what Cary was saying. Cary grinned at him, acting as if everything was fine and they had just witnessed something on a television. It was something he had tried to do for a while now. You remove yourself from the equation and suddenly, it becomes less real.
However, it was hard to do that so he usually settled for the next best thing.
Pretend like it wasn't as bad as it was and the fake feeling will hopefully spread, lightening the mood and delaying panic attacks.
"Dude, really?" Charles scowled at him, "We could have been killed!"
He shrugged, barely catching himself from wincing at the pain that erupted from his back, "We're alive, not dead, so let's go find everyone else and celebrate."
Charles looked as if he wanted to hit him but followed as Cary bounced off through the rubble. He wasn't going to show weakness.
He wasn't going to show how freaked out he actually was.
"Joe! Hey, Joe!" He shouted as his friend came into his line of veiw. As he came closer, he saw Martin and Preston as well, Martin puking on the ground, "Did you see those explosion?"
"You guys seen Alice?" Joe asked. His skin was coated with dirt and he looked terrified.
So, Cary tried to distract them, even though his heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest with worry for the girl, "THAT WAS UNBELIEVABLE!"
Preston sent him an annoyed look that was very similar to the one Charles had sent him moments before.
"Why did this happen," Martin, who had stopped throwing up, was exclaiming, looking near a panic attack.
"Don't worry, Martin. It's going to be okay," Charles spoke.
Cary took deep breaths, trying to calm his breathing while still holding up his 'totally fine' image.
And then everyone's focus was on the edge of a train car that was painted with red. Cary knew what it looked like and he stared with horror, image of the 'totally excited about the explosions that nearly killed us' boy was gone, replaced with what he was actually feeling. Completely and utterly terrified.
Alice.
It felt as if everything was collapsing around him. Alice was dead. The girl he had been watching act amazingly on the camera was dead. It didn't sound right. She couldn't be! It wasn't possible!
"What's all that blood?" Cary jumped as a voice sounded from behind them. He quickly turned around and saw Alice walking towards them, "Did someone get hurt?"
"Alice!" All of them exclaimed. Cary sighed as relief filled his body. No one died. Everyone was okay.
Cary turned around to see Joe reaching a hand towards the train car, "What are you doing? Joe! You don't know what's under there!"
But Joe stood up and held a toolbox, streaked and coated with the red stuff, "It's my fake blood," Joe said in relief, "It's fake!"
And even more relief left Cary's shoulders.
"How did that even happen?" Preston asked, now that they knew everyone was okay, "According to my Uncle Seth, an accident like this is exceptionally rare."
Cary was wondering the same thing as well as he pulled himself up on top of one of the train cars. His back and hand seared with hot pain but he ignored it. Bringing attention to his injuries would just make things worse. Besides, then they would see the other injuries and no one had ever seen those except for one person. The one who inflicted them.
At the top of the train car, he gazed around the field, staring in a mixture of wonder and horror at the scene in front of him. Train parts and broken glass littered the ground along with a few small fires here and there that had yet to go out.
"You guys!" He exclaimed, "Get up here! You can see everything from up here!"
As the rest of them climbed up on the train cars, Joe said something that startled him, "It wasn't an accident."
"What?" Cary cried, startled. He lost his footing and felt himself start to fall, only for Preston to grab his arm and pull him back up, "Oops."
Preston rolled his eyes and turned towards Joe, "Explain."
"There was a truck on the train track," The dark haired boy said, eyes searching the field.
"Driving on the train tracks!" Charles shouted, eyes wide.
Joe nodded and pointed towards the wreckage of what seemed to be a pickup truck. It was hard to tell, though, because of how damaged it was. Nearly half of it was crushed and the tired seemed to be gone as well as every window broken.
"Oh my gosh," He breathed in horror, staring at the car. Someone had drove that on to the tracks and caused all this destruction. Someone, who was probably dead.
"How could a pickup truck derail a train?" Martin asked, panic leaking through his words as they walked towards the cause of the crash, "That's impossible!"
"Obviously not," Preston replied, glaring slightly.
The group of six approached the truck with baited breath. The car looked even worse the closer they were to it, or maybe that was just because they could see a man inside of it.
Cary felt sick. He knew this man. He'd seen him everyday for the past school year in class.
"Oh my gosh, I know that truck," Joe murmured as if in a trance, stepping closer to the truck as Cary stepped slighly backwards.
"Dr. Woodward?" Alice walked towards the truck, tears gathering in her eyes.
Something seemed to click in Martin's mind, "Dr. Woodward? The Science Guy?"
"Biology," Preston said softly, eyes fixed on the dark skinned man coated with blood.
"Honors Biology," Cary added, feeling short of breath.
"I'm not in his class," Martin spoke in a breath.
Cary wrinkled his nose, "We know," He said, unable to stop himself.
"Just shut up, Cary," Martin snapped at him. Cary instantly snapped his mouth shut, knowing that probably wasn't the best thing to say in this situation.
Charles whispered something about his electric football that Woodward had taken from him one day in class and he responded but most of his attention was still on Alice as she walked towards the car, "Dr. Woodward?"
Alice reached out and touched the man's hand before flinching back as it fell to the seat with a thud. A piece of paper fell out of his hand. Alice leaned towards it and warily picked it up, unfolding it so she could see what it was.
They all surrounded her, wondering what the teacher who had just drove his truck onto the tracks was carrying.
"Map of the Contiguous United States," Preston read, eyes lighting up in realization.
"What's all this writing?" Joe asked, pointing vagually at the map.
"Dates and times..."
"What about this line?" Charles wondered.
Joe scanned it for a minute, "It's a schedule for the train. See, look-"
Suddenly, the paper was ripped from Alice's hands. Cary's heart skipped a beat as Dr. Woodward weakly sat up, eyes wide and insane, "Who are you?"
Authors Note: So, I hope this was interesting. I recently saw the movie and though, "Hey, I should write a fanfiction about this."
And then this happened. I'm pretty proud of it.
Okay, so the story hasn't totally been planned out so I have a question for you peoples. Should I go AU with no alien or keep the alien? I have a plan either way but I can't decide which. Answer in a review, please!