Chaos-the-Questionable-lucky12

"Roses and Poetry"

Chapter 2: Help?

This chapter mentions something of T*Witches. The last chapter mentioned something of Twilight. They're all coming in the new future. ;) I don't own any of the characters (unless if they're OC). I don't own anything really… JSYK I edited the first chapter. I took out the part of "the Peterbilt truck".

Sorry this took me so long. I rewrote the whole chapter (and I procrastinated).

I have a twin on called "BatCat". We think a lot of the same ideas. As a result, some of the situations in our fanfics and ideas and so on and so forth might be a little alike. So yeah. I'm saying Batcat coowns this. Shout out to you.

And shout out to Mr Crossover, littlelostmelody, and BatCat for reviewing and those who subscribed to my story and favorited it. I really appreciated all of those.

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Moving takes energy. A lot of it. It just drains you to the point of exhaustion and desperation. That point I was at. I closed my eyes and just stood there so tired, yet alert. Crazy contradictions are so annoying to be and to be in. It was a particular time of day, well it wasn't exactly day or night but it wasn't dusk, a little darker. It was twilight. The cool air of this time of hour was energizing and refreshing.

Okay, so jumping out of my mundane window was not exactly the best idea. My little "leap of faith" caused me the worst pain in my legs I felt in a long time. It just lingered there, and I couldn't walk or run regularly. I had to do this hopping-limping movement that didn't help me out in the "speed" department. But I couldn't think only of myself at the time. I had to warn my mother.

Almost sobbing, breathing heavily, and feeling a little nauseous, I took out my cell phone and dialed my mother's cell phone , because texting wasn't an option that moment (I personally liked talking better). I thought of the numbers as I was dialing. 5-5-5 - 7-8-6-1. I held the phone up to my right ear as I started to sit down next to a random person's hedges. The sun was almost done setting. Oh, it felt so good just to sit down and rest my legs for a bit. But the thought of what might happen to my mother clouded most of that relief. The phone won't stop ringing. Oh God, it would not. I didn't think it would ever stop, until the unfortunate words were spoken. "Hello, this is the mobile phone of Helene Frank, please leave your name, number, and a message, if you would like, for I can't reach the phone right now." I always wondered why she asked for the number, when she had caller id. The phone's probably on and it's so close to her fingertips. Yep. It's probably on vibrate. And she's not noticing. That's just shit. Lovely. Just lovely. She wasn't picking up. Well, I had to keep moving. Where can I go? Who can I call? And then I thought of someone totally amazing - my bff ever since I could remember Maribel "Mimi" Lopez.

Her dad was Caucasian - and in prison (her dad's last name was Baer? DuPont? DuBaer? I don't remember) - and she had two brothers who were dim-witted and I think they've also killed. Anyways, she was more like her mother: smart, not a murderer or a criminal, and definitely a little bit more latina. She was one vivacious chick who could kick your ass and still maintain her totally wacky manicure. She was always there for me. Yep! I could call her. Does she have her driver's license? I didn't have time to worry about that. I had to call her. I dialed her number with speedy fingers and held up my phone to my ear once more.

"Hello?" Yes! Mimi picked up! "Mimi! It's me, Rosie!"

"Ohhhh my God! Rosie! I didn't think you'd ever call!"

"Well, Mimi, I need your help…"

A scoff and then "What did you do this time?"

"Well, I don't think I did anything wrong except practically setting a warehouse on fire. You know, the warehouse by Smith Creek? It kind of exploded… But I don't think this has anything to do with that…"

Sarcasm then ensued. "NO of course not. You just blew up a warehouse. That's not why they're there. Nope. It's for some unknown reason…"

"Well I exaggerated with the whole blowing up thing…"

"Whatever! You're still in a lot of trouble!"

"But my Dad already grounded me! He wouldn't bring in some stranger and take me to some Building 27!"

"What the…" Yep. I got her. "Look. He said something about a supposed brother of my mom. A serial killer who's seriously wanted."

"That's probably the reason. Look, Ros, where you at? I'll come pick you up. You're really lucky I got my driver's license today."

"Wait, where are you calling from?"

"Some restaurant near your new neighborhood. The Crazy Coffee Shop? I think that's what people call it. Again, you're lucky."

"I know where that is! I'll come to you. Just wait there."

"Okay… bye! Get here as quickly as possible!"

"Totally. Okay, bye." We both hung up.

I got up and started walking towards the CCS. I was walking for a little bit when headlights shined in my direction. I looked back and saw a familiar car - an Acura RDX. A black one, with…three familiar people? Mr. Bennet, my father, and… my mother? No. Not my mother too. I had no one to trust. I felt so sick, so angry and frustrated. I started running. I ran across yards and I ran across sidewalks and streets. But it felt like I was making no progress. The RDX was still close behind me. I was running on the street (stupid idea) when another car pulled right in front of me. A silver car. A sleek car. A sports car. A Pontiac Solstice with no driver. The car all of the sudden popped open the driver's seat door. Thinking of no way out, with my hear pounding, I ran as fast as I could with the RDX close behind me and I leaped for my life into the car.

The car closed its door and started driving.By itself. The car sped away with the RDX close behind. My heart was still pounding and I was still thinking of my mother's betrayal. Or was it? Maybe she was there against her own will. I had to believe it. Then I thought of Mimi, and where was I going, and THE CAR WAS DRIVING BY ITSELF!!! As most sane people do, I decided to talk. To the car. "Ummm… car? Totally beautiful car, if you know where the Crazy Coffee Shop is, can you take me there? I have to pick up my friend…" Silence. "Okay then…I'm crazy…" Then the radio turned on…

"Okay…Will do…" The car was using different radio broadcasts to talk with me… That was just plain weird. And bizarre. Then I noticed the same insignia that my lovely Audi had on the steering wheel. It looked sort of like a metallic face…

Moments later, the car drifted (in perfect racer fashion) to a stop right in front of the entrance. The RDX was probably not far behind, so Mimi had to hurry up. Then, I saw her. And… she saw me… I told the car "That's her!" Still so bizarre it was, talking to a car. The passenger's door opened up. And she looked with a shocked look on her face and said, "What the???" "GET IN!!!!" She quickly got in, the door closed , and the car started driving. The Solstice was still driving by itself. Then I saw the RDX. "Okay, we have to go."

"Okay, what the fuck was that? Where did you get this car? And how the fuck are you doing THAT?" She pointed to the steering wheel.

"I'm not. The car is. And I can't explain right now, we have to get out of here." The car was weaving through traffic like a snake - a fucking fast snake. I could still see the RDX, but it was getting farther away. An abrupt stop then happened. "What the fuck? Shit! Okay I'll drive!" There was no apparent way out, and the Solstice was STILL not letting me drive. Then the car went on the left side of the road. "OHMYGOD!!!!!!" Mimi was screaming. I was used to this. I would've done the same thing. This car was extremely smart. "Look out!" I yelled. It was still a little scared, though. This truck was about to hit us.

The truck was getting closer and closer and closer. "Shit!" Mimi closed her eyes and I just watched. Then my world just slowed down. I had time to think, to react, and, with the car letting me, I led us back to the right side of the road. Then it was back to normal time. Those "slow-mo" moments full of adrenaline are what I live for. That's why I like to drive so much. It's my drug, my "high" and it's almost safe. Well, healthier than drugs…

Then the car started driving by itself again. It went on a dirt road surrounded by thick forests. It stopped in the middle of the road and we got out to get some fresh air. I felt safe and good again. Then I thought of Mimi. It was time I gave her an explanation.

But before I could, two black SUV's surrounded us (it was a pretty tiny road). The one in front of us wasn't the RDX. Random people with suits (three men, two women) got out. The one behind us WAS the RDX. Noah Bennet, Stuart Frank, and Helene Frank got out of the car.

"Oh fuck."