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Chapter 4

Frensh Fries And Lab Mice

Since neither of us had that much money to deal with, our "fancy dinner" was at McDonalds. After we ordered, we found a booth and sat there. I was sitting between Tori an Simon and Derek sat on Simons left side, opposite to me. For a moment we just ate. Okay, Derek devoured the food, but hey, he was a big guy after all.

As I got to my fries I began my telling: "So," I said with mouth full of fries. "My name is Chloe. Monday I saw a ghost at my school and freaked out. Back home my aunt said that it was just a hallucination, but I googled the guy and turns out, he was actually real. And pretty dead. So today, I came home to hear my aunt talk on the phone with a guy named Marcel..." The three of them shared that three way look again. "Marcel?" Tori asked. I nodded and drank of my soda.

"Yeah. So, she was talking about how "the setuation" was out of control, and then Marcel offered to send me to a place, but my aunt said that it was a bad idea, since three subjects already had escaped..." Oh my god. How could I be so dump. "Oh my god," I whispered and looked terrified at them. They gave me a terrified look back.

"She was talking about you. Of course she was!" I exclaimed. Derek narrowed his brows at the sound. "And she was talking about an Elizabeth," I looked at Liz, who was sitting between Derek and Simon. "Of course! It all makes sence!"

Simon looked confuced. "Sorry, I don't get it. How does this make sence?" I shook my head. "My aunt...she told me that they manipulated with my DNA, so that my necromancer powers weren't that strong, as I under stood it. But since she knows Marcel, and you know Marcel and..." I realised another thing.

"You said the guys that tried to kidnap me, tried to kidnap you before, right? They were talking about bringing me to this guy Davidoff and..." Derek cut me off. "Marcels full name is Marcel Davidoff..."

I nodded. "It all makes sence. Davidoff, or Marcel, or whatever, wanted to get you back. So he hired those guys to do it. But they didn't suceed. So, when I ran away, my aunt called him and he called those guys again and they tried to kidnap me, and you saved me." I looked at the group. Simon slowly nodded.

"But wait, didn't you say that your DNA was manipulated? Does that mean that...ours were too, since Davidoff is involved with all of us?" Tori looked questioning at me. I saw the horror slowly spreading on Dereks face. "No..." he whispered.

I looked apologetic at them. "I...I don't know. But maybe. She did talk about you as subjects, so...everything could be possible." Simon gave me a smirk. "No wonder I am sutch a terrible sorcer. At least now I can blame it on mad scientests and not my own lack of deciplin," he said. I gave him a quick smile.

"And I can't control my powers because of this either?" Tori asked out loud. I shrug. "Maybe it'll come, who knows. I myself didn't see this whole thing coming either, I mean, one day I am just a normal girl, the next I see dead people and raise corpses..." I cut myself off. Maybe to much information.

"You did what?" Derek looked confuced at me. I looked nervously at the group, they all stared at me. "I-I-I can't-t r-remem-b-ber. M-my aunt said I did it in-n m-my s-sleep," I maneged to get out. Stupid stutter. "You did what?" Tori's voice pitched. "I didn't know wh-what I was d-d-doing! M-my aunt t-told me! Sh-she said t-that I raised a squirrel and it t-t-tried t-t-to...to..." I couldn't get more out. I imagened the rotten animal, crawling towards me. My stomach growled.

"So you can raise the dead in your sleep, so what?" Simon said and gave me a cheering smirk. "Tori zaps people and Derek threw a guy into a wall once..." Simon got cut off as both of them hissed a "Simon!" at him, but he continued: "We all have our flaws. Maybe it's the mad scientests and Davidoff, maybe it's not. Whatever it is, it's not your fault."

I looked at Liz. She looked back at me with horror. "I...I did it, didn't I? I pushed you into the container..."

I looked confuced at her. "You did what?" Simon gave me a weird glare. "Huh?" I shook my head and nodded in Liz' direction. "I...my power, or whatever it is. Things move when I get angry or upset. At first, I thought it was a poltergiest...but after I died...I began to move object by myself.

Back in the alley, I didn't see anything I could move, so I figured that if I concetrated really hard, maybe I would be able to just push the guy away from you. But then he got zapped and my power went dirrectly to you and..." She looked apologetic at me.

"I am so sorry Chloe," her eyes flicked on my forhead, where I could feel a bruise forming. I shook my head. "It's okay, Liz. You were only trying to help," I said. "What did she say?" Tori asked. I looked at them.

"Liz was a supernatural too. She could move things with her mind, but only if she got upset og angry. In the alley, she tried to protect me by pushing the guy, but accedently pushed me instead. That's how I got the bruise," I said and toutched my forhead.

"Okay, this just proves that we actually were all supernaturals," Derek said. We looked at him. "What, do you mean that we're all...conected, somehow?" I asked. Our eyes met and this time I didn't look away. "I am pretty sure, yeah. I mean, think about it: We all got there, well exept for you," he nodded at me, "under some weird circumstances. And it all had to do with anger or another feeling, that trigured our powers. Tori for that girl, Rae for her mom, me for...throwing that guy..." he looked away for a moment, but Simon cut in: "And me? I didn't do any crazy stuff like that. I got in with you."

Derek looked at him. "Exactly. As if it didn't matter what we did, they just wanted us in the same place. That's why Davidoff wanted Chloe there as well. It's like their base or something..." I cut in. "No, I don't think that this Lyle House is their base. My aunt wasn't about to drive me there, she told Davidoff that. She said we had to get to a lab..."

"A lab? Like we're some lab-mice to them?" Tori looked confuced and annoyed at me. I shrug. "We are subjects. At least, that was what she said. So..." I looked around at the four of them, Liz was still sitting between Simon and Derek. "What are we going to do?"

"We planned to escape to New York. Our dad has a friend there, and he said that if anything ever was to happen, we had to get there," Simon said. New York. That's where I'm going... "Where is your dad?" I asked. A moment of sillence.

"He's...he's gone. That day Derek threw that guy...we came home and he was gone. Like he just left. The coffe was still on the table. Then some guys from the child surveses came and we got into Lyle."

I nodded. "Yeah. Okay. I...I have to get to New York too. Manhattan, to be more exact." Simon gave me a smile. "Why don't you join us?" Derek lifted his eyebrows and Tori looked gaping at him. "What?" Tori exclaimed.

"Well, she's obviously one of us, heck, she's in the same setuation. We can't just leave her." Simon looked irretaded at them both. Derek's intence gaze was eyeing him, like he tried to read his mind or something.

"I...no, it's okay. You don't have to if..." I looked at Tori, who looked at me with a lifted brow, "I mean, I can handle myself. We are not...like, obligatory need to stick together. You guys obviously have a plan and...if you don't want me to join, I understand..." I could feel the tears burning behind my eyelids.

Did you actually think that they'll let you join? You're a freak. You raise the dead in you're sleep. If they are not afraid of you, they are deffenetly disgusted. You are a danger for everyone around you...

I am not going to let themn see my cry. I am not! I am not a crybaby. I am not. Pull yourself together, Chloe. Pull yourself together.

"I...ehm...I have to go the the bathroom," I said. Tori stood up to let me walk out. I rushed to the toilets and locked the door behind me. I was alone. I walked up the the sink and washed my hands. I looked up in the mirror. A girl with blond hair and red stripes in them was looking back at me. She had a nasty bruise on the left side of her forhead, her hairline was cutting through it. Her blue eyes were red and tears were streaming down her face. Her face was covered in dirt and she looked absoulutly terrified.

Why is this happening to me? What did I do to diserve this? All I wanted was just to be a normal girl, with a normal family and go in school and study movies and become a screenwriter and a director. That's all I ever wanted. I didn't ask for any of this.

I splashed some water on my face. Tried to watch the most of the dirt off. In the end, the only thing revealing my small breakdown was my red eyes. Or maybe it was just the concussion kicking in?

For a moment I thought there was someone behind me. I spun around and looked around. But no, I was alone. This necromancer-thing is getting to my head. Perks of being ghost whisper-junior, I guess.

I walked out and walked over to our table. They were all still their. Even Liz. Not that I didn't mind her being here, I just thought she would leave as soon as I got to safety. Then again, from now on I might never be really safe, so maybe she will just stick with me? After all, I was the only person who could see her and talk to her. Afterlife must be pretty lonely.

I, awkwardly, got into my spot again and drank the last of my soda. An awkward sillence was over us. "We...we talked about it," Tori said carefully, breaking the sillence. I looked up at her. "Yeah?" I asked, my voice cracking because of all the crying. She looked at me with a half smirk. Pity, because it was obvious I had just went out to cry my heart out, because I couldn't join their supernatural-gang.

"Yeah...and we thought that, well, if you wanted to, you could join us. At least to New York." I looked surprised at her. "Really?" She nodded and layed her hand on my shoulder. "Yeah, really. Besides, I wanted to talk to Liz for a while now, and since you are my only way of comunication, you could as well join us..."

Simon cut in: "Not that we want to use you or anything. Tori just needs to talk to her. Besides, you are one of us. A runaway," he nudged me with his elbow and gave me a half smirk. I gave him a half smile back. "Thanks, I guess," I said. Me eyes flicked at Derek. He was looking at me without any expression. "Just...don't get us involved in any problems, okay? I don't want to babysit you, too," he said with a grunt.

Simon shot him a half-serious glare. "What do you mean by 'too'?" Derek rolled his eyes. "I mean that you two," he nodded at Tori, "are hard to take care off in the first place. If she," he nodded at me, "starts acting up as well, I would have to kill myself." I couldn't hold back a sarcatic, and very unapropriate grunt. "Well, aren't you a little sunshine," I said. He shot me a glare. I could feel my cheeks burn. "Sorry...I promise not to...act up," I said and quickly looked away, taking another sip of my soda. A moment of sillence as my straw made that slurp sound.

"Another thing: How much money do you have?" I didn't look up at him, but looked at the table instead. "Ehm, right now? Around 30 dollars. But I have a card to empty and there is like, around 200 dollars on it, but if it's already locked..." I looked nervously at him. His eyes were still imitading me, allthough I started to get used to it.

"We emptyed our cards two days ago. Together we have around 200 dollars. A ticket to New York costs 53 dollars. We'd have right about enough money for food when we were 3, but now, we kind of have to rely on your money as well. And by that I mean we have to empty your card as soon as possible and get on a bus letest tommorow, now that those two guys are after you too." He looked around at the table.

"Plan for tonight is to find a place to sleep. Then buy some tickets before noon tommorow. We should be in New York latest friday noon. I've seartched the route on the computer in the library," he said when he saw my confuced look. As I said, obviously the leader.

"Okay," Simon said and looked around the table. "Should we...shake hands on it?" He gave me a smirk. I smiled shyly at him. "Ehm...sure," I said and put my hand out. He grabbed it and shook it, officially. I couldn't hold back a little giggle. His brown eyes met mine and I felt a few butterflies in my stomach. He's cute. Sweet. I felt my cheeks getting warm. Yep, this is deffently a good start on this runaway-adventure.

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