Over and Over MMLS
Chapter 3
I was completely ready to head out. My dads old buddy John had called me at 12. There were more sightings of the Dover Demon down in Dover, Massachusetts and he wanted me to work on the case. I yawned, I was exhausted. My sleep had been disturbed every night by nightmares of my dad and my ribs had been killing me.
I shoved the last of the weapons I would need into my suit case and closed the panel I had made in the wall. My clothes were in a different suit case already packed in the car. I ripped a piece of paper out of one of my journals and quickly wrote down a note to Martin explaining what was going on and how long I would be.
I yawned again and grabbed the spare key to Martin's room he had given to me. I dragged my stuff out of my room and started to head down the flight of stairs to Martin's. I lived above him. I walked silently down the stairs carrying my suit case in my hands. I couldn't risk the sound of the wheels rolling across the floor, anyone could be awake right now. Anyone.
I walked over to Martin's door and slid the key in. I turned the key slowly hoping to avoid the 'click' sound. I didn't. I winced as it echoed down the hall. I opened the door slowly and peeked my head in. Martin was asleep, and snoring pretty loudly. Luckily he didn't hear the click. I set down my suit case and walked over to him. Asleep he was really cute. I forced myself not to smile.
'No, you are not falling for this boy.' I told myself sternly. I put the note down next to him and turned around, tripping on his game controller. I fell on the ground landing loudly. Instantly the snoring stopped.
"Who, whose there?" Martin asked.
"Me." I answered. I got up. "So much for stealthy." I muttered. "Alright, go back to sleep, you didn't hear anything." I said trying to hypnotize him. It didn't normally work, but he might just be stupid enough for it to work.
"Right, nothing, happened." He said sleepily. He drifted back to sleep.
'Wow, I didn't think he was that stupid.' I thought. I turned around and walked silently back to my suit case.
"You fell for it." Martin said. I jumped, not expecting him to speak.
"Yeah yeah yeah."
"What are you doing in my room? Its one in the morning." He said looking at his alarm clock.
"I know, sorry for waking you. I got a urgent call from my dad's friend and I need to go to Massachusetts." I said. "Theres a note on your night stand table. Read it when your fully awake."
"Wait, what? Massachusetts, why are you going there?"
"New sightings of an old creature. John gave me the assignment and wants me to close it quickly. I'm already packed." I said. Martin climbed out of bed. He was wearing those weird footsie (is that what they're called?) pj's.
"I'm coming with you." he stated.
"No, stay here. I can cover for myself, not for you." I turned around as he started undressing. I blushed super super deep red. "A-A-As I-I w-wa-was s-saying, y-y-you sh-sho-shouldn't c-come." I stammered. I picked up my suit case and started walking out.
"No, I'm coming." He said. "I'm dressed now." I was still blushing.
"No, you aren't."
"Sea, you secretly want me to come. And you know it. So stop denying it."
"No I don't." I told him.
"Then why would you come in here. Even for a note, you could've slipped it under the door frame."
"I... hadn't thought of that." I said. "Anyways, stay. You have to stay at school, I don't."
"Why don't you?"
"I could easily finish school right now." I said.
"Well, I'm dressed and ready. I'm coming."
"Cover for yourself then. You have..." I glanced at his alarm clock. "3 minutes to get ready. Go." He started to pack up and he was done in a minute.
"You do realize we'll be there for longer than a day. This isn't one of your Center Missions. This is an actual longer than a day mission. Your not going to be prepared for it, so I'll just go alone."
"Hey, you already said I can go. And you'll be needing a navigator."
I glared at him. "Urgh, your so stubborn. Fine come. But you'll have to learn to like my music, and this time I'm leader. So you have to do what I say." I picked up my suit case. "We have to hurry though. Two kids sneaking out past curfew is kinda suspicious."
"Okay." He said. He grabbed his back pack filled with stuff and followed me out.
"So..." Martin said when we pulled out of Torrington. I was driving.
I didn't answer. I reached back and pulled my Ipod out of the front of my suit case. I plugged it in and put my music on shuffle. Three Days Grace, one of my favourite bands, started to play. "We have at least four hours of driving ahead of us, that gives me four hours to brief you on the dover demon. Luckily, it'll only take about 10 minutes."
"Okay. But can I ask you a few questions first?"
"Sure. Go ahead. I'm an open book, on some subjects at least."
"Okay, question one. Where did you get all this stuff? Like the car and weapons."
"My dad. He was, is, one of the greatest people who lived." I swallowed past the lump in my throat. I didn't like giving away information about my dad.
"Where is he?" Martin asked.
I swallowed again. The lump was getting bigger. "He's... in a better place." I answered. I started to think about my dad, and all the great times we had had together.
10 years ago when I was 6 my dad taught me how to shoot my first gun.
"Just turn off the safety, aim carefully, and shoot." He said. He showed me how to do it slowly. "Now you try."
I lifted up the gun and followed exactly what he did. I pulled the trigger and almost fell over from the kick. I completely missed the target. "Oops."
"Its okay. That was a good try." Dad said reassuringly. After a couple of months I was hitting near the center of the target. I was a fast learner. Soon I was hitting the center, then I was hitting moving targets. My dad always gave me ice cream after.
"Sea, are you okay?" Martin asked. I looked at him.
"Yeah." I said. I looked forwards at the road. "Anyways, any more questions?"
"Yeah. What do you mean by better place?"
"Dead." I said. A couple of tears slipped out of my eyes. "Killed by someone we thought was on our side." I few more tears leaked out. I quickly wiped them away.
"Oh... wheres your mom?"
"Killed when I was 2." I was finding it hard to not cry.
"Who did you live with after that?"
"My aunt." I answered trying to keep the venom from my voice. But it was kinda hard.
"What happened?"
"She got sick of me, sent me to Torrington. Thank God." I said. "Okay. Briefing time." I said, it was getting kinda painful talking about my life. "The Dover Demon is a creature that was first spotted back in 1977. Bartlett, the kid that spotted it, swore he saw two large, shiny eyes that glowed like orange marbles. It had a large oval head that was as large as the rest of its body and sat atop a spindly neck. The body was lanky and long limbed with large hands and feet. The skin was hairless and like sandpaper. It was about four feet tall. The same night a kid named Baxter saw the demon. He thought it was his friend. He called out, but they didn't respond. He walked closer and it ran off over the other side of the gully. He looked closer at it and saw the same as Bartlett. He left afterwards. The next night a guy and his girlfriend saw the same thing. We had to send a operative there quickly to get rid of it. Apparently he failed. Now I have to go and finish it off."
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. What?" Martin said.
"Come on. I can't repeat that. Ask questions about it if you want."
"How do you know so much? And why don't you just capture it?" Martin asked. Jeesh this kid was full of questions.
"I learned it for a paper I was writing about 'mythical' creatures. And I don't capture it, because I need to keep the peace. If the world even one of these creatures existed they'd start looking for others, and soon would have an Armageddon on our hands as the creatures fought back." I answered. He was quiet for a bit. I looked over at him and saw he was asleep. "Wow." I muttered. I stared at the road and continued driving.
I got through over the border with ease. I showed them my ID, told them my sister had just gotten sick and I had to go to the hospital in Dover to see her. Then I was on my way. They didn't even think to see if I had anything in the back. Which I did, a whole bunch of guns and other weapons. I drove on smirking to myself at their stupidity.
"Hey, Martin. Wake up." I said. I poked his shoulder really hard. He didn't stir. I had stopped in the next town and decided to grab some breakfast. I had been driving for about 3 and a half hours. "Ugh, you sleep like a rock. Fine, I'm getting some food. Your eating what ever I get you." I said. I grabbed a 50 from my hidden stash and exited the car slamming shut the door. He moved a little and rolled over. I sighed and walked into the 7 11.
I grabbed a bunch of random food, a mixture of healthy and junk, and then grabbed two bottles of coke. I brought it all up to the till.
"$30.94 please." The lady behind it said. I handed her my fifty. "And heres your change." I smiled at her.
"Thanks." I grabbed my bag of stuff and started to leave.
"Everyone get down. Get on the ground. Now!" A voice yelled from the door way. There were gun shots. I instantly got down on the ground. I brought my right hand back, reaching for the gun I had hidden in my waist band. I grabbed the handle and pulled it out quickly. "Give me the money." He said pointing the gun at the lady.
"Yo, boss. This ones packing heat." Someone said. They tore the gun out of my grasp.
"Darn it." I muttered.
"Get up." One of them said kicking me in the side. I gasped and stood up. I looked at the guy that was robbing the store. "Your coming with us." He grabbed my arm at the elbow.
"Hurry up. Give me the money!" I looked at the guy holding me hostage. He was holding his gun pretty loosely. I reached over and grabbed his gun. I ripped it from his grasp and leveled it at his chest.
"You, never touch me. Never. Now, you guys take off your masks give the lady back her money. Or I will shoot."
I didn't see it coming. A bullet hit me in the back, punching the breath from my lungs, and sending me forwards into the guys partner. I winced in pain. It had been a long time since a bullet had hit me. But I still wore a bullet proof vest. I stood up.
"You shouldn't have done that." I said. I pointed the gun at his buddy and shot him in the foot. I did the same to the guy I knocked over. They wouldn't be able to get away all that easily. "Now, your going to give the lady back the money and I'm going to call the cops." I hated it when this happened. I walked over to the phone attached to the wall and dialed 911.
I left long before the cops showed up. I let the lady keep my change and grabbed my gun from the guy that had taken it. He was on the floor groaning. I carried my stuff out to the car. Martin was awake.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah. Got shot. We have to go." I told him. I turned on the engine.
"What! You got shot. We don't need to leave you need medical attention."
"Bullet proof vest." I told him. "I'll need to get out the bullet though. Think you can do it?" I asked him. I pulled out of the parking lot and sped off.
"Um, yeah, I guess." He answered.
"Thanks. Just look for the hole in my shirt. You should find it pretty easily." I turned my back towards him.
"Sea..." he said slowly. I kept my eyes on the road. There was a red light coming up. I slowed down.
"Yeah?"
"Um... I don't know how to say this, but one of the bullets... didn't hit the vest." He told me. I blinked slowly.
"Okay. Where is it?" I asked. The light turned green and I continued driving.
"Shoulder. It looks really bad."
I bit my lip. "Okay, Martin. I need you to drive. I'll need to dress this. Now, I'm hoping you know how to switch seats while I'm still driving. Cause we don't have time to stop."
"What?"
"Its easy. Climb over here. I'll keep my foot on the gas, be sure not to step on it. Then put your foot on the gas and I'll slide over to the passenger side." I told him.
"Okay." he said. He unbuckled his seat belt and I unbuckled mine. He slid over and did everything right. I slid over to the passenger seat and sat down.
"Good job." I said. I turned away from him and took off my shirt.
"Whoa, what are you doing?"
"Checking the wound. OH don't worry, I'm not naked. I still have a tank top and a bullet proof vest on." I rolled my eyes and pulled out a mirror from the glove box. I looked at my shoulder. "Oh crud." I said. It was really bloody. I was finally starting to feel the pain. Black dots swarmed in front of my eyes. I swallowed and reached for the gauze I had in the glove box. I also grabbed the medical tape. I put the gauze on it and taped it down. Blood slowly seeped through. I swore. "Speed up. We have to get to John's. I'll tell you where it is. But were going to have to break the speed limit." I put my shirt back on.
"Okay." He said. He looked at me. "Why did you even intervene?"
"Stole my gun." I answered. "Now the cops'll have 'em." My voice was starting to have an edge of pain in it.
"You have a gun?"
"Yeah. One I keep on me at all times. My dad gave it to me when I was good enough to hit a flying chickadee from 400 meters away." I told him. The blood was already soaking through the bandage. "We have about 10 more minutes of driving til Dover. But luckily John's house is right up ahead. Turn right." I told him. He slowed down and turned down the narrow gravel road. "We'll be there soon." I told him. There was a black fuzziness around my vision. "There, that house." I said. He pulled in next to the pick up truck John owned. I reached over and honked the horn three times, paused for a second, then once, then a pause, then three more times. The light turned on and John came rushing out. I pushed open the door.
"Sea?" He asked.
"Here. I'll be needing some help." I stated. I took a step and almost fell. Martin also climbed out. He rushed around to where I was and helped me stand.
"She got shot." he explained. "In the shoulder. Shes lost a lot of blood." I tipped my head down and looked at the ground. Suddenly my knees buckled. Martin quickly caught me, lifting me into his arms.
"I'm getting blood on your shirt." I told him weakly.
"Its okay. I've got a lot more."
"Quick, get her inside." John said. He took us into his house. "Down stairs, down stairs."
"John." I said. "John, whats wrong? Why do you sound so worried?" I asked. My voice was growing faint and I was starting to fade out.
"Its nothing compared to this. Okay, lay her on that table. Face down, I'll need to get at her shoulder." He lowered me slowly onto the table. "Hand me the scissors over there." He said. I felt something through the vest and felt my shirt being taken off. "Oh crud." John said. "This is bad. How did this happen?"
"She decided to be a hero and ended up being shot. The vest took most of the hits luckily." Martin said.
Martin's POV
"So how bad is it?" I asked. Sea was unconscious now, knocked out by the sedatives. John had cut off the bullet proof vest so her whole back was shown. There was a bunch of yellow bruises on her ribs.
"Pretty bad. It's embedded its self next to the bone and if I try to cut it out I might hit the bone or an artery." John explained. "Not even the best surgeon in the world could get this out without making her lose her arm. But, luckily for us, she heals really quickly and even if I cut the artery or the bone she'll be okay."
"What!" I exclaimed.
"Oh, she didn't tell you?" John asked.
"Tell me what?"
"Shes... you know, I'm going to let her do it. But, if you really want to know you'll learn when she trusts you enough to tell." John said. "But don't ask. She won't ever tell you then." John finished saying. He started to work on Sea's shoulder. "So, who are you to Sea?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, are you a friend, a boy friend?"
"A friend. We only met like, a week ago." I answered, wondering what had spurred the question. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, not many people would chose to hang out with her, let alone go on a four hour drive. They usually find her to be either to serious, boring, or mature. Of course, I don't. Neither did her father. She just, changed after he died." John explained.
"Well, I just find her..." I searched for the word. "pretty cool. She definitely isn't boring, or to serious, as for mature. Well, I know some one much worse." I said. I looked at her unconscious on the table. Her face was tilted towards me. She was breathing slowly.
"Well, why exactly did you come down here with her?" John asked. He looked at me with a curious expression on his face. I looked away from Sea.
"Me and her are on a team together. So I'm trying to get to know her better." I answered. It was actually pretty true. I also wanted to see how she operated without all the cool gadgets I had from the center. But I guess thats not going to happen. I looked at her wound.
"The bullets out. She'll be awake soon. I'm going to go and get some water for her." John said. "If she wakes while I'm gone. Do something." John headed up stairs and closed the door at the top. Sea stirred.
"Don't move to much Sea. You'll hurt your self again." I said softly. I looked at her shoulder. It was already starting to stitch together. I grimaced a little thinking about the pain she must have felt because of it. And the pain she was feeling now. I looked at her, her face looked emotionless. But I saw pain in her eyes. I knelt down beside her. "Its okay. You'll be okay." I told her. She looked at me. I could tell that she was in a lot of pain now. Her shoulder was almost completely healed. "Your almost done Sea. Theres just a little bit of skin to heal." I put my hand beside her.
"Martin." She muttered. Obviously not knowing what she was saying. "Martin. You stupid rock, wake up. No, please wake up. Please."
"Huh?" I said. Wondering what had caused her to say that. She stirred again waking up fully. "Welcome back." I said.
Sea's POV
"Welcome back." Martin said when I woke. I looked at him and blinked.
"Huh?" I asked groggily. I started to get up.
"No, wait." Martin said starting to blush. "Your ah... your shirt and ah... vest are cut off. Your only wearing a bra..." He stammered.
"Then, can you go get my bag from the car?" I asked him. He nodded still blushing and turned around heading upstairs. I smiled weakly at him. Most guys I knew wouldn't have stopped me. I was glad he wasn't one of them. Else I would've smacked him hard.
The counter under me was cold. I shivered a little. The marble wasn't holding my heat, it was only sucking it away. I broke out in goose bumps. I was starting to get a little cold. Martin had better hurry up with my stuff.
Martin's POV
"Then can you go get my bag from the car?" Sea asked me. I nodded, my cheeks still burning. I saw her smile weakly then I left. Heading up the stairs to her car.
"Martin? Is Sea up already?" John asked.
"Yeah, I'm going to get her stuff." I answered. I headed for the door.
"Just, wait a second." John said. I stopped walking and looked at him. "Did she get up?" he asked.
"No, I told her not to." I answered.
"Good, your not that type." John said clearly happy.
"Type?" I asked confused.
"Never mind, go get her stuff." John waved me out of the house and I went to get Sea's stuff.
Sea's POV
I watched John walk into the room. "Hey Sea, how are you doing?" He asked.
"Not very good. I feel like I've just been punched in the gut a couple thousand times." I answered. "Is that water?" I asked looking at the glass he was holding.
"What else?" He asked laughing. He handed it to me. "I approve." He said randomly. I gulped down the water.
"Approve what?" I asked when I finished.
"You and that boy, Martin." John answered. "I approve."
"John, theres nothing going on between us. Were just friends. Besides, you know how I am, my shield has never been lowered. You're the only one who knows the real me."
"Sea, I can see it in your eyes, even if you can't. But I'm not going to push." John leaned back in his chair and pulled out a cigarette.
"Your gonna kill yourself with those." I said sitting up. I held the remainders of my clothes to my chest.
"Oh well, I really don't care any more. Theres only one thing left in this world I want to see anyways." John said.
"And that would be."
John took in a long drag from the cigarette letting it out in one big breath. "I'm not telling you until it happens."
"Typical you." I said laughing. Martin walked down the stairs and I instantly brought my shield back up.
"I, uh, got your stuff." He said holding my duffel bag.
"Thanks." I said. Martin walked over and set my bag down beside me. "Well, I'm gonna go get dressed. John, please keep quiet about me." I said. I grabbed the duffel bag with my free hand and made sure the cloth protecting me from would stay up. Then I walked into the bath room and started to pull on a shirt.
Martin's POV
"What does she mean by, keep quiet about me?" I asked John. He sat there smoking a cigarette.
"She meant to just keep quiet pretty much. Shes a character that girl." He answered. He took a drag from the cigarette. "I don't know when I'll see the old her again. Its been so long."
"Old her?" I asked confused.
"She changed a year ago. She used to be full of life, out going. She wanted nothing to do with her fathers business, but now..." John trailed off looking straight ahead. "That sneaky little." John said smiling. He looked up at the roof.
"What?"
"She left ya boy."
Sea's POV
"I wasn't expecting that to be so easy." I muttered. Not long after I put on my shirt did I push open the tiny bathroom window, throw out my duffel bag, and squeeze through the small opening. John used to be so observant, noticing every single little noise in his house. I smiled to myself as I backed out of where we had parked. I would come back for Martin after I finished the job. Unlike him I knew about this demon, and about this business. It wasn't anything like his. We didn't capture the creatures, we killed them. Took them from this world and sent them to the next.
I watched as Martin ran out of the front door of the house. I rolled down the window and waved good bye to him.
"Looks like John noticed." I said. I turned the car around and started to drive down the gravel drive. Something started to bang on the passenger side window. I looked over and saw Martin running as fast as he could. I sighed and stopped the car. Causing him to clothes line himself on the mirror. I bit my lip trying to keep my composure and climb out of the car walking over to the passenger side.
Martin was lying on the ground clutching his chest and fighting to catch his breath.
"I'm sorry." I said fighting hard to keep the laugh inside. I knelt down next to him. "Alright, stop panicking. Now, I want you to take deep breaths." I instructed him. I had knocked the wind out of myself many times so I knew how to get it back. He followed my instructions and slowly started to regain his breath.
"Why... did... you... do... that?" He asked between breaths.
"Didn't mean to. I just stopped." I helped him get up. "You should have just stayed with John." I said.
"Why? So you could go off and get yourself killed." He asked. His breath was now back. I opened the door for him.
"Do you really think I'd be killed that easily? I'm not a weak little girl." I closed the door and walked over to the drivers side. "I happen to be trained for this."
"John said you didn't want to do this a year ago." Martin said. "Why? What changed?"
"Nothing, just, keep quiet about it." I said. A year ago my dad was killed. It was all my fault. I've been killing myself over it for the past year. I started to drive.
"Okay." Martin said. I could hear the concern in his voice.
"Why are you so concerned about me? We've only just met, and I'm not even someone you'd want to feel concerned for."
"I don't know." Martin said. "I just do." I sighed.
"Well, can you at least stay with the car? I've got to leave it on the side of the road while I'm looking and I'd rather not have it stolen." I said.
"No can do. I'm sticking with you." Martin said. I groaned and rolled my eyes.
"Okay, no gun for you." I said. "You can have the watch thing you wear." I pulled over onto the side of the road and climbed out. "Can you open the trunk for me. The buttons above your head." I said.
"Alright." Martin said. I heard the trunk click open. I walked over and pushed it up. I brought out my back pack and closed the trunk setting it on top. I started to dig through it pulling out my gun and gun holster.
"And I'm ready." I said putting the holster around my waist. My tool belt was back in my room. I decided I didn't need it for this mission.
"Sea." Martin said slowly.
"Yeah?" I asked looking up from my backpack.
"Somethings behind you." He said, pointing behind me. Instantly my hand went to my gun. I turned around. There it stood. Its long spindly limbs hanging from its thin frame.
"Martin, stay still." I warned him. I took the gun slowly out of its holster and raised it. "Don't make any sudden..." A car drove by blaring its horn. I jumped, not expecting the sudden sound. Thats when it struck. Knocking me back into my car. The gun flew out of my grasp sliding across the road and dropping into the ditch on the other side. The thing wrapped its long fingers around my neck and started squeezing.
Sorry guys, I didn't mean to take so long. I couldn't get the feel for the story, but I think I've got it now. I'll be updating more frequently. I hope. I'll try my hardest to do so. Read, like, review. =D