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Chapter Two
Never Ever Games
Seattle, Washington 12:27am
Sam Puckett's POV
Okay this is the weirdest day of my life. Carly, Fredward and I were all walking back to Carly's place from dinner cause it was Spencer's goodbye ceremony. He's got some fancy art show in New York and he's going for like a month. Then we see these four people yelling at each other, and now we're in some car going who knows where.
"So, you guys have names?" I dare to ask, there's silence and Carly's staring at me like I just asked a real personal question.
"No," the guy answers, but the girl rolls her eyes. Even though they're pinned on the dark road ahead of us, she was going seventy in a thirty mile zone but she's toned it down to fifty.
"I'm Devin and he's Tennyson," she responds, through gritted teeth.
"C-can you just drop us off at my apartment," Carly mumbles shakily, she's such a good-girl type. But I like that about her, it make me feel less bad, you know?
"Sure," Devin answers, and pulls the car over to the side of the road, making us all jerk around.
"Where do you live?" she asks, staring back at us.
Carly looks uneasy to tell a stranger that narrowly missed getting beat up by some thugs, where she lives, even if she's a teenage girl.
"Bushwell," I state, and I can feel both Carly & Freddie's eyes shooting at me.
Tennyson turns to face us, he has dark brown spiky hair and light blue eyes, he kinda looks like some guy straight out of High School Musical, a little too dreamy. But his jaw is set tight and his eyes look hollow.
"That's on 4th Ave, right?" he asks, Carly mutters something and nods. Freddie clutches the seat as the car jerks around and speeds off, I almost jump too.
A couple minutes later Devin's car pulls us up to the side of Carly's building and slams on the brakes making everyone lurch forward, Carly throws open the door to the car and flies out, Freddie on her tail. I slide out slower, taking one last look at the two as they wait patiently for us to leave.
"Wait," Devin mutters, and I look over to her.
"Here's your phone back," she says, and hands me my phone.
"How'd you... Nevermind..." I mumble and get out and take my place next to Carly.
"Oh gosh... Oh geez, what just happened!" Carly says, fanning herself dramatically with her hand. Freddie raises an eyebrow, but he looks freaked out too.
"We just got a ride from two people who almost got mugged, hey I think they helped us out," I respond, Carly considers what I said for a second, and then nods in agreement.
"Did you guys see whats back in their trunk?" Freddie asks, we both shake our heads.
"They had like, five black duffel bags," he says, and I roll my eyes.
"Just cause they had black bags doesn't mean they robbed a bank or anything, for all we know they were on their way for a camping trip," I mutter, I honestly just wanna forget this whole freaky think, and by making excuses I'll be able to forget. I guess Carly has the same mentality, she walks up and pulls the door open to her building, me following.
Two Hours Later
Knock, knock...
"Who's at our door at... Two in the morning..." I grumble, Carly mutters something about getting it.
"Hurry up!" I hear Freddie's voice call from the other side, the door swings open and he comes stumbling in, locking the door behind.
"What's going on?" Carly snaps, hair frazzled and almost sticking up straight.
"These people are trying to get in through my window!" he pants, clutching his chest and sinking to the floor.
"W-what! Why didn't you call the cops?" Carly exclaims, locking the door and pulling Freddie up off the ground.
"C-cause! Remember how Lewbert took my phone cause I was talking too loud?" Freddie says, looking a little pissed off, I pull out my phone and poke the screen on.
My fingers press 9-1-1 and I hear the buzz of each ring finally an operator picks up.
"911 what's your emergency?" I hear a woman ask.
"H-help! Someone's breaking into the house next door!" I stutter, there's a pause.
"Where are you Miss?"
I recite Carly's address.
"I'm sorry, but we got several tips that there would be prank calls coming from this area," the woman says, she sounds pretty angry. Then there's that final click and I feel like a chick in a horror movie.
"W-what's going on!" Carly asks, running over to me.
"They said it was a prank call," I mumble, feeling myself loose color. My hearts pounding faster and my stomach does a backflip.
There's a banging noise on the door and my legs feel frozen to the ground, we all stare at the door like deer in the headlights.
"Open up the damn door!" I hear a girls voice scream from the other side of the door, we're all freaked out and a brief vision of myself being dead on the ground makes me shiver.
"U-up stairs!" I stutter and then hear a loud bone chilling bang!
The door swings open and a blazing eyed Tennyson and a gun carrying Devin come stumbling in.
"Now haul ass you three before we all get our asses kicked," Tennyson snarls and bolts up the stairs, Devin behind him.
"Where are they!"
A voice screams from the other room and I go up the stairs, almost tripping over myself to get away, Carly and Freddie on my tail. We all burst into Carly's room and instantly I see Tennyson and Devin stacking things in front of it.
"Well? Are you guys just gonna stand there?" Devin snaps, shoving a pink swivel chair and propping it against the door handle. I snatch a side table up. Once we're done blocking ourselves in, Tennyson runs to the window and opens it up, a swish of cold air rustling through the bedroom.
He inhales quickly and then jumps, Devin following in a swift gesture.
All of us run to the window to see them on someones deck bellow, both of them are motioning for us to jump too. There's a clatter of footsteps outside the door and I know we have too.
I plunge into the darkness and land sloppily on the deck, my head narrowly missing a stretch of iron bars.
"It's okay Carly it doesn't hurt!" I call up to my friend, who's nervously biting her lip. There's a slam outside the door and she gives a little yelp and jumps, Freddie jumps right after and they both tumble onto the small patio.
"Everyone okay?" Devin asks quickly, she doesn't even check to take a head count before clambering down a rickety ladder then hoping onto the concrete bellow.
"Let's MOVE people!" she snaps, Tennyson's already beside her and they impatiently await for our descent.
We all go down the ladder slowly, once everyone's grounded Tennyson wrenches open a the door to their Jeep and we all pile in, breathless. A squeal of tires sounds behind us and a black van is barreling down the street towards us.
"Grab that bag back there will you?" Tennyson growls, his knuckles are white on the steering wheel. The car springs to life and speeds around a bend, jerkily swerving and sliding along the frost covered road.
We're all motionless, Freddie, Carly and I exchanging nervous glances, trying to communicate through small hand gestures and expressions.
"Are you guys deaf!" he snarls and Freddie scrambles to throw one of the black bags up to the front seat. Devin unzips it with haste and pulls out another hand gun, passing it over to Tennyson, who steers with one hand, and hangs onto the weapon with another. At the sight of the gun I can see Carly's brown eyes widen.
"Get down before I shoot this thing," Devin mutters, I hear it click and she rolls down her window. I hear a bang and then another, before diving for cover to the floor. Unlike every other car floor I've seen it's perfectly cleaned.
Bang! Bang!
"Damingo.
Devinn it Tennyson! Why'd you give me the Kel-Tec?" I hear Devin shout, in between shots.
"First thing I grabbed, so deal!" he snaps back, the car makes a sharp turn, throwing all of us to the left, I hear my knuckles crack against the door and a pain flare through my fingers.
After a couple speeding minutes, and I feel like my heart has leaped into my throat, the car finally comes to a slow stop. Beads of sweat line Devin and Tennyson's brow, both of them panting.
"Get out of the car," Devin growls, wrenching her door open.
None of us move, even Tennyson is still sitting in his seat, clutching the handle like a lifeline.
She throws open our door, then goes around the back and grabs three other black duffle bags.
I force my legs to pull myself out of the car, my hands are shaking and I feel like I'm about to puke, either from the excitement or Tennyson's driving.
We're in front of a small house, a burnt lawn is in the front, with some tacky lawn ornaments, a smiling garden gnome and a faded pink flam gives the flamingo a good kick, sending it flying across the grass and into the cracked sidewalk, her eyes burning with fury.
"Just hurry up and get inside," she mutters to me, Carly and Freddie have both gotten out and Devin unlocks the front door, letting us in. I hear the car start up and Tennyson backs it quickly into the small garage.
When we step inside, it smells like an auto shop, it looks like a normal cheep house, a couch, small TV, dining table, little kitchen. A picture frame is sitting on the side of the couch, it has a smiling family, with four fat little kids and a two whales of people, who are probably the parents.
"Who are they?" I ask.
"I don't know, we don't own this house anyway," Tennyson responds and collapses onto the overstuffed chair.
I decide not to question this and sit down onto the stiff looking couch, Carly and Freddie sit beside me, both of them looking a little twitchy. Devin shuts the door and locks it, then unzips one of the bags.
She digs around for a little bit, while the rest of us sit silent.
"Tenny, have they called you yet?" she asks, he shakes his head sadly.
"Listen you three, sorry to drag you all into this, but we might as well know your names," Tennyson mutters, trying to start conversation, but to be honest he sucks at it.
"I'm Freddie, she's Sam and she's Carly," Freddie answers bluntly, he looks scared to death, but kinda brave at the same time. Does that make sense?
"That's nice to know," Devin says, finally producing a cellphone and sitting on the arm of the chair Tennyson is sitting in.
"Okay look, this is a disposable, I have two others in the back but for now one of you can call your parents and tell them you won't be coming home, got that?" she tells us, but her tone sounds like she's talking about if she should buy the tuna on rye or the pastrami...
"W-what?" Carly exclaims, eyes freaking out.
"You can't go home, unless you want Wolf and Beetle to rip your guts out," Tennyson mumbles, he looks a little sorry for us, but man they both have hollow about them.
"But we have nothing to do with you two!" I protest angrily.
"Yeah, you don't, but they think you do so now you do," Devin answers with a sigh at the end.
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