There she was again. Sitting downstairs in the open garage; she hated her family, absolutely loathed them, but that was life. She looked at the street it was still wet from the short shower earlier. Not that Brisbane got much rain. The street was so empty, not even harry up the road was screaming at his wife. She half expected her prince charming to ride up on his white horse to take her away; or at least an idol judge to drive past, here her singing and pronounce her a star. When neither of these things happened she turned back and started throwing stones at the towels on the line. She scolded herself for being so childish, that only happened in movies. Then she did the only thing she could do loathe the situation. Her foster dad had sent herb outside for being rude. Well... maybe if he didn't hit her, send her downstairs, threaten her and yell at her she wouldn't get as angry. She knew anger fuelled her hatred and hatred determined her manners. When she had enough of wallowing in self-pity and throwing stones at the towels on the line; she went upstairs to ask if she could come in...
Once again she was in the garage angrier then she was before. Maybe taking a deep breath in, that's what she learnt at karate, but it wasn't one of those times. She also went to karate to punch things, and that's what her mind was set on. So imagining the air in front of her was solid, she punched the wall of air in front of her. To her utter shock the towels flew backwards. It was like- magic. Then like a prayer a black Bentley pulled up, she couldn't believe her luck. Someone who owns a lot of money she thought. A judge or even better, new foster carers. Hopefully they wouldn't notice the blood leaking out of her pants legs where her dad had hit her. Thank god they were red. She only put them on to match her hair. A man in a suit of impeccable tailoring and an awesome hat was the first to exit the beautiful car then a tall woman in black and she wore it well. The woman was fine, she just hoped she was nice but the man. His oily skin looked as if it was made of wax, his hair looked fake and his unfocussed eyes looked like plastic. But it didn't matter about looks, as long as they were nice it wouldn't matter if he was a wax dummy. If she didn't like them, she could call in children's services; if you called children's services Mr. Fraser would shoot you. That's why she didn't rush towards them. Instead she pulled her back pack from her hidden spot and remained still. They would have to come to her. Or that's what she thought until the man pulled out a gun and aimed it at her head. He was just about to pull the trigger so she bent over her legs and touched her toes while the bullet went whizzing over her head. There was a thud behind her, it was a dead corpse of a man with a shotgun... and two muscled men standing behind the corpse. The first with rocket launcher, the second had a net; she'd known this when she had studied ballistics' at school. She shrieked as a missile was shot over head, the other man shot a net at her which she narrowly dodged. She dived behind a car and hoped no bullets would go through.
Meanwhile upstairs the Frasers watched James Bond while the children worked in te kitchen.
"told you surround sound was a good idea. it sounds so real!" Daniela Fraser said in her high nasally voice
"Yeah it's great it sounds like its actually happening here." James Fraser her husband replied
Outside the man with the net had been shot and his friend ran out of missiles. So he improvised and lit a flame in each hand and threw one at the girl who jumped out of the road but forgot to tuck her head in and hit her head on the gutter. While the fake man tried to help his companion, the opposition threw two perfectly aimed fireballs at the fake man who cried out. The big man was about to throw one more fireball at him when Artemis appeared at the door and flexed his hand making the fireball shoot over to her hiding spot. In the light of the fire she saw at least twenty men-people-things. The things saw her and started walking towards her trying to grab she shrieked as one successfully grabbed her by the shirt. she could have punched or kicked them but she chose something simple but effective, scratching. She told Art that long nails had good uses. They tore like paper releasing a fowl gas; she almost vomited but was able to put her black hoodie over her nose and mouth. Suddenly someone jumped over the car and grabbed her arm. She got pulled across the line of fire towards the Bentley the unconscious girl and the- skeleton. The fake man in the impeccable suit was now the skeleton in the impeccable suit. She person forced her into a crouch, she was about to scream until she realised it was Artemis, his white untamed hair would stick out anywhere in the dark.
he spoke firmly "don't tell anyone your real name. Stay in the car no matter what and if the skeleton the girl or i give you a command you follow it. got it?" she nodded and slid into the Bentley and waited. Artemis lifted the dark haired girl into the backseat she slumped on the chair but didn't wake up. Artemis hopped in shotgun. when nothing really happened she got in the driver's seat.
"might as well." she murmured. "Skeleton in!" she yelled and opened the back door. he jumped in and sat next to his companion.
"do you even know how to drive?" Artemis asked
"no but I'll give it my bloody best shot!" she replied and slammed her foot on the accelerator
that wasn't so bad. if you can think of a song to suit the chapter tell me. review *puppy dog eyes*
Recreant out ;)-