Chapter Three; Trust Catch
Bubbles P.O.V.
A train! That's what we had been running to... or after, I should say.
Cause the train people were jumping on was in motion and showed no signs of slowing down.
Butch and BC had already made it on along with half of the others. Two people had given up a while ago, but I refused to lose so early in the initiation process.
"Come on, Pet!" The twins shouted and I kept running as I shrieked.
"I'm not your pet, psychos!"
I felt a hint of guilt. Calling them that to their face was a bit harsh, but now was hardly the time to apologize. The train was just a mere foot away and if my arm would just stretch out a little bit farther- I tripped.
In other circumstances, I would of laughed at my clumsiness and taken it with good stride. I would of given up right there and waved at the successful passengers with a good natured smile.
But now was not the time for that good nonsense.
Instead, I threw my hands out to push me up and ended up doing a sublime cart wheel.
I smiled jubilantly, "Did you see that?!"
The twins had gone pail.
I frowned in confusion, but then I looked at the ground and saw that I was running out of land to run on.
"Jump!" They screamed.
"No way!" I gasped and ran faster than I knew possible.
Honestly, trying to drive me to suicide! The devil twins. That name suited them.
"To us, ditz!" Butch shouted and I stuck my tongue out at him...
And then my left foot fell through air.
My breath caught and I used all my strength to push my right foot off the track and toward the train.
For a few heart stopping seconds, there was just the sensation of my body falling through the air, and wind whipping my hair back. The ground looked terribly far away and a fantasized for a moment about how much pain I would be in before I died.
And then a firm, calloused hand grabbed my wrist.
"Oh." I breathed in relief and shock.
Butch grinned at me.
"I'll pull you up on one condition."
"What?!" I squeaked in disbelief.
"When we get back to headquarters," He began like it was a definite, "You have to wear a collar, like a good little pet."
"No way!" I shouted stubbornly.
His grin broadened, "Oh no! Your just so heavy! Your slipping."
He loosened his grip on my so I fell about an inch and I screamed.
"Fine! Fine! Now pull me up, you madman!"
He did and when my feet touched the ground a leaned against the wall, sliding into a sitting position.
"You." I panted, weak with fear, my adrenaline rush retreating, "Are crazy! The both of you! Utterly insane! And it better be a nice freaking collar, too!"