I only own Raina. Everything else belongs to their original owners.
Flames are not welcomed here, but constructive criticism is. I would also like to ask for reviews (not necessary but much appreciated). They help inspire me to write more, and faster.
Please do forgive me for bad grammar or missing words...My eyes don't see them, or my mind is totally oblivious to the fact that my hands missed some words.
I'm mainly going off of memory, so it's not going to be spot on script...after all that would be boring as well.
So, let the story begin!
"Raina, wake up!" I heard Sam shouting a little later. I looked at my clock and noticed that it said 4:00 in bright red letters. I groaned as Sam came barging in, pulling me up, yelling about the car. "The car is being stolen! Move faster Raina!" Sam left the room after a glare from me.
A moment later I was running after Sam, forgetting that I was just in my pajamas and bare feet. "Sam, slow down a little!" I yelled as I grabbed my bike and followed after him.
"No time!" He called back as he pulled out his cell phone and began to talk to someone.
I kept up as best I could, my already worn and sleep deprived body pushed to the limits. We began to slow down once we hit a railroad track that led to a junkyard. Sam and I got off of our bikes and rushed into the scrap heaps once a train passed by. Because I had adrenaline running so badly, I didn't even notice as my feet began to bleed.
Sam pulled me down once he saw the car. We both peered over the little barrier. "Whoa," I breathed as Sam began to freak even more. He pulled his cell out and began to talk into it as I climbed over the heap and began to head towards the giant machine that now stood in place of our car. It shot a symbol into the air, and the hairs on the back of my neck began to rise as a buzzing emanated through the air.
"RAINA!" Sam screamed before grabbing me and running away. I stumbled before gaining balance and running with Sam from the dogs.
"What did you do?!" I shouted once I realized we were being chased by massive canines.
"Nothing! I was just walking over to get you when I saw them!" He shrieked out.
We came to a building and jumped on top of some boxes, though it didn't help much as the dogs rushed in, nipping at our ankles. My heart beat was sporadic and my adrenaline was wearing off. I collapsed into Sam the moment our Camaro came through the wall. Sam was freaking out and trying to get me to move.
"Sam, shush, the police are here, go talk to them," I said pointing. Sam was reluctant to leave me there but I couldn't move very well. And I also noticed my bloody feet. Something that I pointed out to Sam. He got the hint, no one but us could know. He ran off.
I stared at our car, it was driver-less. I motioned for it to go before ripping my pajama legs and cleaning the blood off and making sure that there was nothing but red blood where I ran. The police came in, thinking nothing of the torn pajamas. I just prayed that the blood stayed red, meaning that I hadn't been cut by something metallic.
"It just...stood up?" The police officer asked in a taunting voice.
"Yes, like I told you!" Sam was exasperated.
Me? Well, I was just sitting their ignoring the police officer, and his smug little buddies. I didn't mind officers...So long as they weren't like this guy.
"Okay, fill her up," I looked confused, before I noticed the guy holding a pee cup and handing it to Sam and holding one to me. "And no drippy drippy."
I just stared before smacking the cup away from my face as he spoke of weird names. What was half of that stuff? The cup stopped and glared at me before turning back to Sam. He was the one that was talking.
I cracked up when Sam asked if the cop was on drugs, though it wasn't out loud...No need to make the situation worse.
I was feeling horrible now, seeing as I was running on nothing but fumes, and being stuck in this place was making it worse. I was lucky that the police were a little kind and let me wrap my feet seeing as I wouldn't let them near, Sam explaining that I had always been that way. Same thing was said by Ron when he arrived, though he was very concerned when he saw how bad my feet were. He really wanted the paramedics to take a look but I only shook my head at it.
It was now nearing seven in the morning, we had been here for an hour and a half, trying to tell the cop what we saw. Well, it was more like Sam talking, I only refused.
Once the papers were signed for us to be released, Ron took us home, me falling asleep in the car as Sam was being chewed out. Not in a mean way, but a concerned way.
I yawned when I was shook awake. "We're here," Ron said as he helped me out of the car and both boys helped me up to the showers. Judy ran and got me clothes as the two boys left.
"You sure you don't want me to help Raina?" Judy asked, fretting like the mother hen she was.
I gave her a gentle smile that always calmed her. "I'll be okay, promise. Plus if I need help, I can call on Sam. I'm covered so he won't see anything. Now you and Ron go and do your errands."
Judy gave me one last hug before calling out to Sam.
"Sam, you take care of your sister. Your dad and I are going out to do some errands!"
I faintly heard Sam shout back from his room a confirmation. I heard the front door close shortly after and I finished my shower quickly after I quickly finished undressing. Once done, I dressed as carefully as I could seeing as I couldn't put weight on my feet very well.
I limped from the bathroom and to the kitchen just as Sam was pulling milk from the fridge.
"You know Sam, that Judy hates when you drink from the gallon," I said with a smile.
He nearly spat the milk out and did a double take. He leaned against the counter next to Mojo and took a breather.
"Don't scare me like that!" Sam whined before frowning. "I'm sorry sis, I didn't mean to get you hurt. Any discoloration yet?" He asked.
"Sorry. And it's okay Sam. I went along and didn't think about getting shoes. No discoloration just yet...But you know the time varies. I just pray it wasn't anything too..." I trailed off and pointed to the window when I heard an engine. "That's not Ron and Judy right?"
Sam was wide eyed as he looked out the window. He made a whining choking noise before pulling me away from the window and out of the house. He pulled me up onto mom's bike and off we went, me barely managing to hang on as Sam rode frantically from the car that was chasing us...on a side walk.
Truthfully, I would be freaking out, but I was too busy trying to hide being sick. I had definitely been cut by metal...and with all this adrenaline and lack of sleep, it was hard to hide it. I prayed that I would be sick a day like the rest...But I didn't think that would be the case.
As we rode through the city, the car was once more on the street...still following us. "Sam, watch out!" I cried. It was too late. We were sprawled on the side walk. Me getting scrapped up pretty good while Sam got a nice landing...on me. "Get off," I mumbled as he scrambled up.
"Sam? Raina?" I heard Mikaela. "Are you okay?"
"Fine, dandy, just losing my head," I heard Sam.
"Yeah, we'll be okay, but we have to go, sorry Mikaela."
Sam helped me back onto the bike and we were off again. But this time neither of us could find the Camaro. "Sam, I think that it's safe. We can go back home now." I said trying not to shift too much.
He allowed me off the bike as he spotted a police car. The door opened and Sam slammed into it. "Hey, that's not nice!" I yelled as Sam began to plead with the driver. I started to back up as the car began to inch forwards, nearly running Sam over. We both freaked out and began to run after the car changed into another one of the creatures like the Camaro.
We screamed and ran. The thing slammed Sam into a pile of cars and began to ask Sam about his ebay page. I looked around and found a crowbar. Picking it up I threw it at the car thing. It turned on me, and before I could move it caught me. I screamed in pain as the thing squeezed me.
"Tell me, are you Ladiesman217?" It questioned in a baritone voice. When Sam didn't answer it squeezed me again, making me cry out.
Next thing I know, I was falling and then being pulled. I tried to focus but barely could. Next thing I remember was seeing Mikaela then everything reregistered in my head. Sam tackled her as the thing came crashing from the car port.
I saw the Camaro and jumped in when the door was opened. It moved the belt buckle over me, strapping me in as Sam and Mikaela jumped in with reluctance. I didn't care, I wanted away from that other one...and this one seemed like a nice one.
"Would you too hush for a moment, I'm trying to get everything caught up!" I shouted at the two screaming teens. I groaned, holding my head as the car made several sharp turns.
This was not helping my sickness whatsoever.
By time my mind finally caught up with me, I knew one of three things. One, I was running a fever, my body was in a severe amount of pain. That thing probably cracked something and me moving around was not helping. Two, it was now night time. And three, the Camaro had slowed down and we were now in hiding, and Sam and Mikaela were freaking because the doors were locked.
After a moment, the two became quiet, and I just pushed myself farther into the back seat as the police car thing drove by. The Camaro shot off once it passed, and flung Mikaela and Sam from the car a few minutes later. Me? I had to jump out. All of us rolled a moment before stopping and watching as the Camaro began to shift.
The police car thing drove up and transformed as well. The three of us were on our feet in an instant, running. I looked back as I heard a strange clicking noise and nearly fainted. Sam and Mikaela had looked as well. We all picked up the pace as the creature began to give chase. Seeing as I was the slowest, it tackled me. I fell with an 'oof'.
'You not the one,' it clicked. And I felt something get shoved into my side before it was off and running again after the other two. I felt the tears streaming from my eyes and I rolled over and looked. I didn't even comprehend that I understood the clicks. I stared for a moment at what that thing had shoved into my side.
"A shuriken?" I questioned in a raspy voice. I began to sit up very slowly, and lurched forward, vomiting. I tried gasping for breath but it was hard with the shuriken lodged. I barely registered the it wasn't bleeding red but a bright purple-pink color.
I wiped my mouth with shaky hands before clumsily ripping at my shirt and covering the blade. I was glad that the color didn't seep through quickly. I was barely on my feet as Sam and Mikaela ran up.
"Sis!" Sam shouted in worry.
I grinned. "It's okay. Where's that creature?" I asked hoping to divert attention. It worked, though not as well on Mikaela as it did Sam.
Mikaela gave me a worried look as Sam told the story.
"Mikaela got a hack saw and cut its head off!" He said happily. "And I kicked it far from here."
"That's good. Now, what about the bigger threat?" I questioned, noticing it was quiet.
Both teens noticed it as well and we all headed up the little hill. Me slower.