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Chapter 3
Warning
Dax turned around suddenly. In French class this might look a bit weird, but this was a Cola French class. They were put on Earth to generally be weird. Something had caught his fast eye.
A shadow. There was a shadow moving under a desk. Dax blinked. Even here, there wouldn't normally be shadows hiding under desks. And then without warning, a spirit materialized in front of him.
Dax jumped, causing his legs to smash against the desk. Mrs. Dann stopped writing on the board and turned towards her. 'Mr Jones, is everything alright?' Lisa, having heard the crash, turned around, and looked at the ghost in front of his desk. She gasped.
'What do you want?' she hissed. 'It's not Development yet!'
The ghost turned to her. then back to Dax. Telepathic warnings exploded in his head. Then the ghost spoke. She is coming. She is different. Eades will end her.Eades. The word flew through Dax's head, igniting a stream of recent memories. His chip and Owen digging it out of him with the knife, meeting his Dad on the Cormorant, Catherine getting burnt to a crisp by Mia, himself falling into a lake and nearly drowning; it went on. So, though Dax. Eades is going to do something terrible.Lisa, probably having read his mind, left out a long sigh. So, that grey-haired loser back again? Wouldn't one of us be able to dowse for him? Well, if he recruited some of the scientists, he'd be able to . . . I don't know. Maybe find a way to block powers in that area? So his signature wouldn't be able to be dowsed, right? A screw-face he might be, I'll still try every now and then. You've got to leave a building sometime in your life. Yeah . . .
In his mind, Lisa shivered. Dax, what's going on in your subconscious? I don't know. Enlighten me. Well, I've looked in there, and when you had the Neetanite, it was just empty space, with just the corridor rattling around in it. But now, with these weird things going on . . . There's this girl in Australia, right? Uhm . . . there is. What about her? Mr. Eades had done some experiments, back in Tregarren. They were successful in cloning some DNA and they managed to insert some Cola power into her brain. Apparently, they ditched her when the flood came down, but she survived. One of the scientists came back and brought her to Australia. Okay . . . so, there's an artificial Cola in Australia? Bingo. Oh. Is one of us going to get her? One of the psychics took care of that. Tyrone's on his way. Oh, and you might want to know that Eades's men are after her too. Brilliant. The screw-face comes to get his only experiment. You got it. Right,
* * *
'Dad?' I yelled into the doorway. 'I'm home!'
No answer.
Rushing forward, I checked the family room, his study, my bedroom (in case he was taking a nap; he sad rest was important for the mind) and even the underground basement. Nothing.
I walked smartly back to the family room, pacing the floor at a fast . . . pace. For a genius, I can be an idiot sometimes.
If someone had taken my father, there woudl be evidence on the floor, or somewhere. If he had gone out on business, the car woud be gone. It's still in the driveway. If he was in the garage he would have taken his workbelt, and that's still hanging up. The only possibility is . . . kidnapping. Maybe someone approached my Dad when he walked home from work, and threw him in a car, and took off. He's always home by 3:00. It's 4:30. If someone had kidnapped him, it was most likely that they used the highway because there would be a 20% chance of them not.
Rubbing my hands, I grabbed the car keys from the hook, locked and shut the door with a swipe, and managed to hotwire the car in twenty seconds flat.
I cackled. Too easy. I revved the accelarator, and shot out of the driveway. I nearly ran down some guy in a black coat (take that, MIB!), and straight after that he started running after the car. He hopped in a motorbike that was always near our drive, and started pursuit.
* * *
Dax sighed. Play football, they said. It'll be fun, they said.
He never liked football. It seemed a waste of time. Though he knew where, more or less the other team was aimed to go, he still thinked it was a bit stupid. Gideon was on his time, and he was playing joyously, bringing up stones to trip up the opposing team. Dax laughed every time this happened, as he was able to get it near the goal faster.Gideon got a goal, but missed, because Spook messed with the goal again. Dax sighed. Stupid git.
Dax didn't manage to get a goal, but instead quit at halftime. He needed to get into the woods.
He went first to the falcon, wheeling in a precise corkscrew, watching the earth spiral below him. It felt so awesome to be a falcon, especially since he hadn't been able to shift for a good three days. He felt elated, finally whole again when he was able to exercise his forms. With a falcon cry of delight, Dax, whooshed down and shifted to an otter, just before breaking the surface.
The water was quite warm, but no doubt colder because of his thick fur.
Dax sighed with relief, and swam in a tight spin, holding his breath much easier than he ever could have as a human. Or fox. Or falcon.
Besides the water and the joy of being able to exercise his new shift for the second time ever, he was thinking about his mother. What shocked him most was that he was half-alien. He hadn't told Gideon what really happened, though Spook just recalled what had happened according to him. Maybe he should tell his friend. Lisa and Mia weren't there, so he should really get them all in the tree-house to tell them.
Dax closed his eyes, but it didn't really matter, because he was still able to sense (in a way) where he was going. He was telepathic with Lisa, and that was only because he couldn't speak as a fox. Hey, Lees? You there?
A grumpy response came to him eventually, and he was able to open his eyes again. What now? You're not dying, right?
Ugh. No. Could you not mention that, since dying is not that fun. And um . . .
Yeah, Dax, I know about it. I can read minds. In class after Mrs. Dann got me to stop, I just dug around in your head, and found out about the whole day off in dead-land thing. So don't bother telling me.
Dax breathed out, a little plume of bubbles rising before his face. Don't tell the others.
Yep. Just keep it all in our minds.
Hey, Lisa, could you ask Gideon and Mia to come to the tree-house later? Say, at 4:00?
Sure. You ask Gideon. I'm not going to ask him.
Dax flicked his tail in annoyance. Fine, I will ask him. Just make sure she comes.
Oh, and Dax?
The connection was going a bit funny. Dax could hear Lisa's voice in his head fading away.
Yes, Lisa?
We all know Jenny likes you. She's just too fickle to admit it.
Dax cut off the connection, straight after Lisa cackled in his head. Later, shapeshifter!
As the otter breathed out and twisted towards the surface, Dax wondered how his life could have been different. Then he remembered the telepathic message the wolf sent him. He was lying, face down, his head poking out the hole in the garden shed. He hadn't shifted at all. His mum never came. Tregarren College was not real.
Well, it's got to be real. You can't mess with reality. Can you?
* * *
Okay, chasing after a speeding car in an American Interstate was no picnic. Especially on incoming. Now that's suicide. The normal person's definition of suicide is stabbing themselves with a pen. Heck, they don't know the meaning of the word.The motorbike was still chasing me, and I was somehow able to avoid getting blown up in all three lanes of traffic, and keep him from catching up. Unfortunately it involved nudging a few cars.
The MIB was still able to avoid everything, and somehow was able to stop himself from getting smashed against the wall. He can't have done it. The centrifugal force would have knocked him clean off the thing, but no. This dude was able to defy the laws of gravity. Telekinetic? Might be. Nothing's impossible.
Through the back of my eye, I saw a Holden V8. (A/N do these even exist? i'm not sure) Perfect for hiding a man in the trunk. Wonderful.
MIB was still chasing.
The car that my Dad was in was speeding now, wheeling between cars. I stepped on the accelarator, revving it nicely. The car jolted forward under my grip. 'Whoa!'
This car had some grunt. Okay, so . . . the motorcyle guy was still in pursuit, and . . . wait. He was gone. So's the Holden. Where'd it -
Out of nowhere, a black V8 suddenly rammed the side of my Dad's car. It rolled over, crushing a plastic roadblock. I was yelling inside the whole time, holding desperately onto my armrest. Stupid, yes, for someone with an IQ of 180. But I held onto that sucker, and didn't let go.
Just when the car was about to roll off the highway, it suddenly stopped. The sunroof was open, and the man from the motorcycle was holding out a hand. 'Care to come?' he said with a wry smile.
I got up, groaning. 'Sure. As long as you don't kill me.'
'Oh, I won't. Telekinetics don't do that. Not good ones.'
'So you know?'
'Do you?'
'Yep.'
The man got on his bike. Just as he was about to put his helmet on, he reached into his jacket and gave me a little plastic card.
He gave me another smile. 'Don't forget. The name's Tyrone.'
I squinted at the card. There was a shabby number scrawled on in pencil. 'Okay . . . so, why are you doing this?'
'I don't exist remember?'
The last thing I heard before he skidded away was a muffled 'Ciao' that left me sitting on the wreckage of my Dad's car, holding an old lawyer's card, and a head full of questions that I couldn't answer.
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~av06
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