Helooooo all my adoring fans. So, anyway, Chapter Seven! Boom! I can't tell you the title because i'm still thinking of one as I write this, but hopefully it's good and right entertaining. Yeah.

7- We break out of the thicket and onto the highway moments later. I've got swigs and crap in my face and eyes and I'm pretty sure I swallowed a bug while we were springing through that forest, that dark forest. Light filtered down through the leaves and grass and roots and dirt covered the floor, but it was still dark. It had an… aura? That sounds stupid. I'm glad we're out, though.

"What now?" I state the obvious, and Six holds her thumb up in response. Yeah. Hitchhiking. Great idea. I wonder what kind of sick creep is gonna stop for two teens on the side of the road. We can take them, I know it. It just might be a bit… shaking. That's a good word. Shaking.

"We go," It doesn't take long for somebody to stop for us. I watch the cars go by in a sort of daze, wondering what they're up to. They're all people, too, running errands or going on vacation. How many of them will be in Florida by the end of the day? It has to be April by now… is that spring break? I think so.

They're all people there and we're just two chicks chilling on the side of some random highway. We're not anything to them, and they're not anything to me. Just more of the kind of people we're trying to save- the ambiguous, I guess. Take that with a grain of salt.

The car that finally pulls over is this beat-up old pick-up truck. It's rusted and like, from the seventies or something, with no windows and faded white cloth seats. Sitting on said torn cloth seats are three high-school aged guys, one taller than the other two by a head with thickly greased black hair, tanned skin and sunglasses with silver rims. He's the one driving, and he's the one to hop out first when he shuts the engine off.

When he rounds the corner of the truck I notice that he's wearing a bright pink shirt with cut off sleeves that says BRO TANK on it in grey letters. Cute. I can't help but give a smile- slight. But a smile.

Is this the kind of guy that Sarah and John were talking about? What is it… Mark James? Is this guy the kind of guy that John beat up and Sarah broke up with? Do I really want to get in that truck?

The two guys who hop out behind him, one on our side and the other on the road side, are, like I noticed, shorter. They're both the same height when compared to each other, though… weird. One's got this baseball cap on backwards and his face is pale but bright, with jagged features. The other one come out and stands next to the big one and, huh. Jagged features. Weirder.

I look between them a few more times while they walk up to us. At the one with the baseball cap, then the one without. No way! They're twins! I've never met a pair of twins before!

"You ladies need a lift?" The Bro Tank asks, then lets out this smile that shows off his twisted yellow teeth. Dude! Put some braces on that crap!

"Depends, hon, if you're willin to give one," Six says, faking a southern accent. She's actually pretty good, too. I see her cross her arms from my peripherals and do the same quickly to mimic.

Bro Tank's eyes are plastered on her, and so are both the twins. It's like I'm not even here! What, do these guys not like me or something? I can't imagine what I look like right now… beat up thinner than I've ever been, heai probably tangled with a few branches stuck in here and there. Six is just as beautiful as always, maybe a little frizz in her dyed hair, but it's not enough to complain about.

And I've got on my torn clothes with no shoes. I bet I look like a country girl, or a wild girl. Somebody who's been living in the trash for the last year.

No. I don't care what some random high school boys think about me. They're just here to see if we want to come with them- probably going on spring break or something. They're probably here just to see if any of them's getting laid tonight. I chuckle under my breath as they're talking- I'm not even paying attention. Funny though.

I don't care. I don't care… but my eyes still wander up to those thick arms, on full display from the Bro Tank. Eight had full arms like that. Muscles all over… bulging…

"Isn't that right, sis?" Six asks me out of nowhere.

I look up to her, startled. That guy didn't notice me staring, did he? I hope not…

"What?"

She nudges me with her elbow. "I said, we're in need of a lift to Raleigh, right?"

"Oh. Yeah. Big things to do there…," Damn, that doesn't sound realistic. Made less so by my lack of freaking shoes!

"Yup. Big things," Six rolls on the balls of her heels, then comes to rest and snaps her finger into a point. You guys wanna help a doll out, once?"

Bro Tank takes a step forward. "You sure you don't wanna come to Florida with us? I hear it's so nice this time of year! You ever been there?"

Six takes a pause before shaking her head briskly. "Nope."

The twins and Tank keep moving closer. "Aww, ya sure, babe? We'd love you to come. It'd be real, fun!" and "Oh, come on, don't give me any of those no's. Sure your parents wouldn't mind if you stepped out for a day or two! I promise, we'll have you back here on Tuesday."

Liar. I can see the look in his eyes, the way he makes more eye contact with Six's chest than here actual eyes. Freak. He looks over to me and looks me up and down, checking out his prey. He looks at my jeans, cut short to halfway up my thighs. I pull them down farther instinctively, but they don't go all that far.

"C'mon, girls! I'll make sure it'll be the best weekend of your life! You'll be right back here when it's all over, and it'll be like nothing happened, but boy, will shit have gone down! My uncle's got this condo, on the ocean, and I'm meeting a bunch of friends down there! It's gonna be a total party on the beach1 What do you think about that, babe?" He takes his hand up and caresses Six's check with it. Bad. Move.

He's airborne, flung up into the sky by an invisible force. I look up into the bright blue sky and try to spot him but the sun's blinding. Then I see him, shaking around back and forth, up and down, forward and back, randomly like some roller coaster.

The twins run back to the truck and jump in. The gas is on in a second, but they don't go anywhere. My grip is too strong. I use my telekinesis to pull the baseball capped one out the window and knock him out on the concrete, and the other one breaks out of the door and goes running off down the highway as fast as his freak lanky legs will carry him.

Six looks at me. I look back at her. Her hands aren't moving. Her eyes dart around, then she spins around and I throw a casual toss of the head backwards, still trying to set the truck down without breaking it. Easy does it, now. Don't smash, please don't smash…

Bro Tank comes swooping out of the sky right at the trees, and a figure jumps out. It's in black clothing, with perfectly laced up boots. Screw the car. I let it fall, its shocks catching it, and jump backwards to see the guy's face forcefully shoved into Nine's as he shouts, at the top of his lungs, I might add, "Don't you EVER touch them again! UnderSTAND ME!" I can see the spittle flying from way over here. The guy nods quickly, and Nine throws him contemptuously behind him, into the forest.

I run up to Nine and hug him so hard it's not even funny. Six does the same, even though they're not on the best of terms… That doesn't matter now, I know. It just matters that we're here, and that everything's all right.

I started crying at some point there, and I wipe it away, hoping nobody noticed. Nine grins at me, obviously he did. "Sisters gotta stick together, right?"

So that happened. Now we're in a McDonalds in Raleigh, having taken the car, not too damaged from dropping, and driven here before ditching it. Obviously we can't use that car, right? The police will be looking for it.

"Oh, no they won't! That's what they said about the last one, and we turned out just fine!" Nine looks over at Six. "Except that part about you dying and all. That woulda sucked!"

I don't much care about the conversation. I just care about the Big Macs. I've downed two already, going on a third. Six said something earlier about, Slow down there, they always say that if you eat too much when you haven't eaten you'll throw it all back up. That was on my first burger. She's stopped trying to change my mind now, and is just arguing with Nine about going to pick the car back up, throwing glances over at me to see if I'll ever stop eating.

"Besides," Nine talks through a mouthful of fry. "We're already being chased by the feds anyway, after Florida!" This gets him a few looks from the customers in the adjoining tables, and he props his legs up on the table top just to make the point. "That truck has too much character to be thrown out! That rustic green, oohhh. The purr of that gramma engine, ooh-la-la, baby. Ooooooohh- laa- laaa."

"Fine. Say we get the car…," she trails off as she watches me finish the third sandwich and start on the fourth.

"What?" I throw up my hands in protest. Then I bring them back down and clutch my stomach. Crap. Double crap. Stomach cramp? Not likely. More like… I rush over to the trash can and throw the lid onto the floor, then hold onto it like a steering wheel as I puke into it.

"I told you so!" Six shouts form back there. I stand up with dignity, tugging my shirt back into place and wiping my mouth with a napkin I grab from off to the side somewhere. The people in the restaurant are all looking at me, and I just put on my best hey there smile and wave like a chick. They don't look away. So I just go sit back down, feeling their eyes on me.

"Hey guys," I interrupt. "Could we get out of here? Like, now?"

Six nods. "Sure, Mar. We just need a car," her head turns spookily back to Nine as she speaks.

"We've got a car, Maren. It's sitting right out there in the parking lot! Look, I can see it from here!" He stands up and waves at the rusty green truck.

Six pulls him back down. "Stop! You're attracting attention!"

"Oh, come on, we're already freak shows here, anyways. See all the people? How they're looking at us like we're insane? Yup. Cuz I do. And frankly, I don't care about any of you people!"

"Okay, that's it. C'mon, Mar, we're going," she pulls Nine up and he pushes her away and walks on his own toward the door. The peoples' eyes are still on me as we walk out to the car, up, up and away from that.

He throws open the driver's door and jumps in, and I happily grab the passenger. I don't really know how to drive, anyway, sooo, it's probably better this way. Nine waits, tapping his thumbs on the wheel, until he hears the back door open and close. "So. Where to, sweetheart?"

"Oh, shut up, Nine, you tool," is all Six says. Nine pulls us out and starts to drive north. I don't know why north, maybe it's because it's the way we've been traveling this entire time? That makes some sense.

While we're sitting at the stoplight, all's quiet in the car. I'm not really talkative, and I think Six and Nine are back to bickering. Oh well. I casually glance at the mirror while throwing my arm out through the open window. Out there, a few cars behind us, is this spotless red corvette with the top down. I can see all the people inside except the driver, who's obscured by the car in front.

It's the eyes of the dude in the passenger seat that really shake me.

Three guesses who's in the car.