A/N: I decided to get my head back in the game, and I'm trying to revive these stories. Please be patient with me, and I'm sorry if you do not enjoy this story any longer, or if you have left the fandom. Sad, but true. Enjoy.
A teenage boy, no more than 15 or 16, peered through an opaque glass, eyes narrowed, distrusting. Silence pressed on the ears of the boy as he held a blackened metal pipe, it's ugly, scarred surface leaving marks and smudges on his hands. But the blue-eyed boy hardly noticed or cared. What mattered right now was that he was in an unfamiliar enviornment, with a stranger who could possibly hand him over at any moment, at any time. As this thought flitted over his mind, his eyes, once still and trying to see out the window, flickered to the boy, who had pulled out a strange device. It appeared to be a sort of cell phone, but not any kind that Randy was used to.
It was of blockish design, like the old phones, only it would crumple into a flat surface, as he had seen not even ten minutes ago. Grey surface, black trim, and a small, red symbol on the upper right corner. He raised a brow a bit, but when the other boy, a redhead with onyx eyes, glanced at him, he immedietly returned to try and look out the window. A small sigh came from behind him.
"You will not see anything. The glass is too dirty to see through."
"And why haven't we cleaned the damn thing?"
A brow was raised. "So our position is not discovered until help arrives."
"Help!?" Randy gave out a breathless laugh. "No one wants to help me! Not even a day ago, I was just about to go into high school, and now I'm stuck in this shithole with a fucking stranger, who could kill me at any moment!"
"But I have not killed you yet." his tone was sharp; he hated Randy thinking he was going to hurt him, when it was not in his intentions to do so. To complete the mission, the chance to save Norrisville, he needed him alive. "There is no reason for me to kill you."
"What about that bounty they put on my head?!"
"How did you-"
Randy didn't let the elder speak, holding a ripped piece of paper. "You really think you're smart, but in truth, you're stupid as shit. I heard you talking to the 'help' about the bounty already placed on me, and how everyone will be looking to get me. And I found this-" here, he shook the paper almost violently. "Laying on the floor, probably flown in when we came in too, whenever that was!"
Nomi couldn't speak. His eyes looked to the paper almost guiltily, biting his tongue. He glanced at the phone he held in his hand, giving him an exact countdown as to when his comrads would arrive. Then, only then, would they even have a small chance as to getting out of this 'shithole' safely. And with Randy in one piece.
"Hey!" The redhead snapped out of his trance, looking at the sapphire-eyed boy, who's cool that was once there was now replaced with fire. "Are you planning to keep me here, trapped against my will?"
"It is not I who is keeping you here. Your own thoughts of self-preservation are keeping you here, because you are scared. You are probably thinking about what may happen if the soldiers or McFist will get you. You are probably worried about if you are going to be killed if you even round a corner, even if no one but ourselves is here. It is not I keeping you here, but yourself."
Blue eyes were wide, and a bandaged hand gripped the fabric of its' sleeve. Then, the eyes narrowed, and once more turned cold. Ugly. The bandaged hand became focused once more, and the teen turned around. "How long until your help arrives?"
"Three hours. Then I can get you proper treatment for your arm."
Silence greeted him, and Nomi wanted to scream. Yet he merely tightened his lips together, turning away to scavenge through the boxes he had found on the second floor. Of course, he had been cautious. Any traps, or any signs of people being here. But, much like the rest of the house, it looked as if it had been abandoned around the same time as everything else. No footprints in the dust, no boxes seemingly moved out of their place in a.. long time.
He shuffled through the first few boxes upstairs, curious and wanting answers as to whom's house this used to be. He didn't have to search long, as the second box held family photos. The frames and glass were intact, although dirty and overed in dust. Spiders fled the scene, Nomi's eyes watching the arachnids with slight interest. His attention waning, he turned back to the photos, wiping off the dust and dirt to peer into the past, to see what this house had once been.
What greeted him were a pair of brown eyes and a mop of receding brown hair. He wore overalls, much like janitors wore, and sported yellow gloves on his hands. He was smiling at the camera, not even thinking for a moment that his life would slowly turn to hell. Nomi felt sorrow, and continued searching. Now, there was a woman. She wasn't a wife, as no ring showed, and she smiled. She was pregnant. A pink apron was being sported, and Nomi could almost imagine the arguments they would get into over who was to wash the dishes and cook dinner. He swallowed a lump in his throat. Another photo, another story. She just had her children, a set of twins. The smallest, faintest amount of black hair could be seen.
Nomi smiled, reaching for the next photo. Two little girls, beaming at the camera with missing teeth, each one having a plush toy. One a bunny with a blue bow around it's neck, the other a plush fox, wearing a lace collar. What happened to them? Nomi pondered. Where had they gone?
He had been jolted back to the present by Randy beginning to complain.
"We don't have any food, and I'm starving!"
Replacing the photos, he had taken down the other boxes to the apparent living room. Now, he remembered the predicament. He must keep Randy safe and protected until his crew arrived.
"How long until your buddies get here, now?"
"Two hours and fourty five minutes."
The amythest-hair colored boy groaned, flopping back onto the couch and closing his eyes, only to hiss in pain when the friction from his actions caused the wound to reopen.
"I would get off that couch if I were you. I saw cockroaches earlier crawling around on it."
The younger's eyes went wide, and he rolled off the couch, gagging a bit. "Ugh, and you didn't tell me earlier?!"
"Well, you did not wish to speak to me, it seemed."
Randy's mouth opened to snap back a comment, like for instance, shoving a pole up his ass if something equal wasn't already there, but he couldn't really think of anything to say. He closed it again, turning his gaze away. "Whatever..."
He straightened himself, stretching a bit, grimacing when his arm gave a small tug, reminding him of how limited that arms' actions really were. He heaved a sigh, looking around. "So what are we going to do for two hours and fourty five-"
"Fourty-two"
"Two hours and fourty two," he snapped angerly "minutes. There's nothing to do here."
Nomi rubbed the side of his face, thinking. "I do not know. "
Randy scoffed. "Good job at protecting 't even keep me entertained."
"There is a difference between protection and entertainment!" Nomi whipped around. "Protection is making sure you do not die. Entertainment is completely optional, not to mention useless!" His voice rose, but he quickly stopped.
Randy went to retort, but Nomi shushed him, looking to the window. There was silence for a moment, but then, plain as day, were footsteps. Heavy, slow footsteps, and deep voices speaking in low tones. Nomi wanted to run with Randy, but in his condition, there was nothing that could be done. Randy would only slow him down, even though he had ran so far, wounded, before collapsing. Yet that was all adreniline, and Randy had none of that at the moment.
"Are you sure you heard something? For all we know, it could be a rat. Place's been abandoned for years, since the takeover."
"Hey, zip it! Do you want us to die? We aren't callin' it a takove'. We're callin' it a mere 'control for tha people's protection'. "
"Whatever, control, takover, just... are you sure you heard something?"
"I'm sure. I coulda' sworn I hear' some kid. "
"Could it be that Cunningham kid? The one up for a million gems?"
"The very same."
"Jean, I ain't goin' in there."
"Oh, come on! We could get millions!"
"No. You heard a rat. Now let's go"
"Alright, alright, don' get you' panties in a twist."
Footsteps quickly stalked off, Randy and Nomi almost breathing a sigh of relief. Yet Nomi held his breath still out of practice, while Randy held his breath out of fear. After a good ten minutes of no moving, no heavy breathing, and no talking, they concluded they left.
Randy shakily got up, but quickly retired to his old angry-angsty-teen look and actions. "Those were guards.."
"Yes."
"They were after me."
"Yes."
A long pause let them listen once more to the sounds of the house. The squeaks of the mice, the scuttling of small, animal feet, the groans of the building as wind pressed it forward, back, and side to side. A silent agreement came between the two boys, who sat down, leaning against the wall a few feet from each other.
"How long until help comes?"
"Two hours and fifteen minutes."
"Okay."
"Alright."
Once more, silence overcame them, and soon, Randy had dozed off, leaving Nomi to wait for his friends.
-Two hours and fourteen minutes later-
Silent, quick footsteps. A small whisper. Two, no, four people all headed into the house through the back window, which they had pried the boards off of and slid through. Once inside, the taller of them coughed and looked around, caramel eyes looking around.
"Geeze, he had to pick the dirtiest place on the block, huh?"
"Shut up, Lee. In times of need-"
"Saftey is chosen over comfort, yeah yeah. I've heard you say it a million times by now, Max."
Nomi, leaning on the door of the kitchen, coughed, making all four of them aware of his presence. He stared at each in turn, sighed, and rubbed his eyes before looking back up.
"He is in the living room. And please, try to keep it down. We have already nearly been caught."
The small group headed into the living room, spotting the small teen that was curled in the corner the furthest from the door. A look crossed one of the groups' face, meanwhile the others merely stared in awe. Nomi strode forward and awakened Randy, who yawned and sat up.
"Huh...whas goin' on?" he stopped, eyes narrowing at the four others who were in the room. "who are they?!"
Nomi kneeled by him. "My crew. You have been out for the rest of the time they needed to get here." Nomi and Randy stood, and at a nod from Nomi, the group introduced themselves.
A girl with blonde hair and light skin strode forward. Her blue eyes roved over Randy. "Max. That's all you need to know. I'll be your ride outta this dump."
"A bit harsh and blunt." the red-head glared at Max. Max's lips curled up, before she stepped back.
A different girl took her place, shorter, black hair, and dark brown skin. Her big eyes seemed to pop. "Hi! I'm Nudge! I'm going to be the lookout because Max said I couldn't carry you, you know, just in case I would drop you and-"
"Nudge, if you keep talking, I am going to scream." Max groaned.
She seemed sheepish. "sorry." she stepped back.
A tall, dark, and seemingly broody male stepped forward. "Name's Fang. Like Max said, that's all you need to know."
Randy eyed him. "That's all I really want to know."
"Good." Fang went back to stand by the girls, as the final boy, one with red and black hair and hazel eyes, stepped forward.
"My name is Lee Ping. " He held out his hand, which Randy didn't take. Lee shrugged and put his hand back to his side. "Anyway, we're here to get you two back to base, okay? Nudge will be lookout while carrying me, Fang will carry Nomi here, and Max will carry you. "
"I uh... alright. But how are we going to get there? Do you guys have a car?"
Max seemed stunned, then began laughing, hiding it behind her hand. Fang looked to her, raising a brow, and he looked back to Max. "So, Nomi didn't tell you, I take it?"
"Tell me what?" Now Randy was tense. He looked at them all, nervous.
"We don't need a car, cause we have these." Max turned around, and to Randys shock and horror, revealed wings. Actual wings too! "Yeah, we have wings. We can fly high enough to where no one will see us clearly, but low enough to avoid susption. "
"We need to get a move on. We've wasted enough time as is." Lee looked around, gaze stopping at Nomi.
"Let us get a move on."
The group of now six stood in the small, cramped, and damp alleyway, Max and Fang glancing around. Nomi adjusted his pack, and nodded. They were ready to go, and they needn't waste anymore time. Nudge beamed, chattering his earbox away, whilst Max picked Randy up (much to his dislike). Fang picked up Lee, adjusting him onto his back and getting situated. Finally, they were ready to go.
At almost the same time, the trio with wings bent their knees and pushed off, wings unfurling and catching the wind. Randy clung onto Max's neck for dear life, watching as the ground spun away from him in a horrifying speed.
"Kid, ya gotta let go of my neck. You're going to kill me because I can't get air."
"S-sorry.."
"Just don't do it."
Silence fell, and Randy knew that he had a looong trip ahead of him.
A/N: Yaaay, I got a chapppterrr doooonnnneee! Anyway, we'll see when I get the next chapter out. Probably not for a while unless something good happens. Anyway, thanks for reading! And please leave a review!
