No one sent me any ideas. Either not many people like this story, or you're all just being really mean. So if this sucks, and you've been following, then you only have yourself to blame. Please, I'm begging you, review, review!!
*Abby
I woke up with a coat over my shoulders. It was Luke's. He turned around to look at me and gave me a great big smile. "Sleep well?"
"Yeah, I had a dream that I was driving around in a car with a delinquent who dressed like a character from a 1970's sitcom, and a man who told everyone to call him a watch brand. Now I'm getting déjà vu."
"You're very nice, you know that?"
I gave him my best smile. Then, moving to the middle seat, I lean my head in-between the two of them.
"Did you sleep?" I ask, turning to Sylar.
"No."
"Do you ever?" He looks at me, and I drop it.
"I think we should invest in some new attire for the both of you." They looked at me like I was crazy.
"You both, well Sylar, is a very intimidating person, copious amounts of black are not helping with that. You reek suspicion, and Luke… you just need new clothes."
"And where are we going to get the money for these new clothes?" Sylar asked.
I reached into my duffle bag and pulled out a wad of bills. "This should do it."
Twenty minutes later we were in the far end of a Wal-Mart parking lot.
"You're gonna make me walk, again?" I whined.
"Yes, this was your idea. We have half an hour, in and out." Sylar looked around.
"I'll keep Nix out here, he can tell us if anything's up."
He nodded to me, and the three of us walked up to the store as casually as a microwave, Dr. Doolittle, and a serial killer can.
"Which is really actually very casual." Gotta stop spewing random thoughts.
"Who are you talking to?" Luke came over. He put his elbow on my head like he used to, 'cause he was like a foot taller than me.
"No one." I elbowed him in the gut, and he doubled over and sped up so he was ahead of me.
I looked over my shoulder and saw Sylar smiling. OMG, that smile isn't creepy.
I drop back and walk over to him. "What happened to creepy smile? Are you actually showing emotion?"
"Yes, does that surprise you?"
" Are you kidding me? Of course! If we weren't on the run, I would totally post a picture of you on myspace. My friend Claire would freak!"
"Claire?"
"Yeah, her screen name is superfreakcheer64."
"Yes, she would freak." I wondered about that. But now we're at the entrance.
"Okay, we will meet back here in exactly 30 minutes." I hand each of the guys fifty dollars. "Buy anything you think you might need, but no more than fifty." Then I walk into the store, and lose myself in the crowd.
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You would think she would be more afraid of me. But she isn't, at least I don't think that she is. She's sarcastic, and polite, and organized, and insane.
But she has a power. A very interesting and useful seeming power.
I find her more interesting then Luke. He's with me because he can't be home, because no one there understands him. But Lee is here because she's loyal. She was watching out for him.
At this point I'm still debating whether or not I should kill her. It would make Luke very sad, he wouldn't like me much anymore.
He's very attached to her. I've made it a point not to get attached to anyone, that way they can't hurt me, and no one can hurt me through them.
That makes these kids very dangerous.
They're kids for crying out loud! Have I become a babysitter? There is something wrong with that picture. Everyone who knows me would laugh if you told them that. They wouldn't believe me, and then they would try to kill me, and completely ignore the fact that I didn't kill the kids…
Wait, am I going to kill the kids? It would certainly be more convenient then dragging them all the way I need to go. But then my father might be disappointed, maybe he would talk to me more readily if these children could vouch for me.
I come to the male clothing department and pick out a light blue t-shirt, jeans will do. I already have shoes.
So I wander around for a while, looking for something else to buy. I come to the jewelry department, there is a woman there arguing with a sales person.
"It's stopped working, you're going to need a new one."
"No! I need new batteries-"
"Excuse me, may I see that?" I take the watch from her hands, it's familiar, comforting. I set to the trade that started this entire fiasco.
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Stupid Lee. She wants me to shop! Says I look like a sitcom character. That was mean.
Why am I freaking out about this, is it because of those guys? Or is it because…
NO! I do not like her! She is my stupid neighbor, who followed me and a serial killer into certain doom! Which is in no way, shape or form romantic!
Yanking a pair of jeans and a black jacket off the racks, I walk towards the cashiers. I'm getting out of this store.
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I wasn't going to buy anything. I already had different clothes, they were in my bag in the car. So I was just walking around, not really paying attention to anything. Which was okay. Still, there were some things I felt we needed.
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Half an hour later we all meant at the front.
"What did you guys get?"
Sylar and Luke hand me their receipts.
Syalr's:
Blue polo shirt- 6$
Razor-1.50$
Syringe-3$
"Why do you need a syringe?"
"When and if I end up using the syringe, I'll tell you what it's for."
"Okay, moving on…"
Luke's
Jeans-7.50$
Jacket-9$
"That's all she wrote." Luke looked at me, I swear he's blushing.
"And what did you get?" He asks me.
"Um… I got sleeping bags, flashlights, skittles, nerds, and a Whatchamacallit. I got the nerds for Luke, and the skittles for me. I didn't know what you liked Sylar, so I just got you a candy bar. Because underneath a handsome layer of delicious milk chocolate, is a whole spew of absolutely crazy flavors."
I hope you guys like this chapter, I don't think this will be a very long story, no. I'll probably finish it in a couple more chapters. The syringe is very important.
