Alice

The officer looked even more surprised after I made him look like a chump. He turned around and said, "I'll come back when you feel like talking to me and my team." He then walked out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him. It echoed out through the hospital and probably scared every nurse in the wing. The others were still speechless. I said, "I don't trust him."

Murucho pushed up his glasses and said flatly, "None of us do. And we really didn't like him when we noticed that he seemed to keep his focus mainly on Shun." A nurse popped her head in the door and asked us, "Is everything alright in here? I saw that officer slam the door shut and was concerned."

I smiled and said, "Everything's alright. He apparently just has a temper problem." The nurse nodded her head and gently closed the door; completely opposite from what that officer had done. My thoughts floated back to Shun. Where was he anyway?

He had to be well hidden if the police had yet to find him, but even I knew that he couldn't hide forever. I asked, "Have you guys tried to contact Shun since he ran off?" Dan nodded his head and told me, "When we had a chance we tried calling his cellphone several times, and even called up the few family members he has in the city. Nothing."

I bit my lower lip. We had to find him, and make sure he was alright. And I also wanted to show him that I was awake and well after I saw how broken up he was when I went into my coma. I just wanted to bring some peace to mine and his mind.

I asked the others, "Have you heard about when I might be getting out of this place?" They looked at me with worry in their eyes. Runo said to me, "Alice, you just woke up from a coma. You're probably not going to get out of here for a while." That wasn't what I wanted to hear.

The sooner I could get out of this place, the better off I'd be. I sensed already that once I did get out, I'd be bombarded by police officers and their relentless questions. I didn't know where I was better off at. Outside, I could hear the thunder and the raindrops starting to fall.

Shun

I woke back up, still in the same bed and same storage unit room. There was a pattering on the metal roof above me, and I guessed it was most likely rain. How long had I been out this time? I sat up, and was surprised that my body wasn't near as sore as it was when I fell asleep.

I looked around the room for Ron, and didn't see hide nor hair of him. The warehouse also sounded still and quiet, which probably meant that the gang was still out on their runs. I moved my legs to the side of the bed, and stood up. I wobbled for a moment before I found my center of balance.

I bent over and rolled up the leg of my pants, and saw the bruises and whelps on my. The side of my knee was exceptionally bad. It was a miracle that it wasn't broken. It hurt to move my knee, but the pain was enough for me to tolerate and walk on.

I walked into the main part of the warehouse where all of the gang members were when Ron brought me in to see Ceram. Sure enough, it was still empty. I walked and looked around the warehouse. Nothing had really changed since I had been there. "What are you doing up?"

I glance out of the corner of my eye and found Ron. He was leaning against the metal wall and drinking another soda. I said, "Just wanted to move around some and see how much has changed in this place." Ron laughed a humorless laugh. "As you can see, everything is pretty much the same…..Nothing ever changes here."

I couldn't have agreed more with him. The boom of thunder rattled the metal walls, and made it seem like the building would collapse. It was made to withstand all kinds of weather though. My legs started to shake under my weight, and I would probably have to sit down soon or else they'd buckle under me.

The rain picked up outside, and was pelting the warehouse. The industrial like lights flickered above us as they tried to stay on during the storm. Odds were that the gang was hiding out somewhere until the rain passed. No way would they be insane enough to be out in this kind of weather.

It had to be one of the worst storms Bay City had seen in several years. I heard a ringing, and looked down at my jeans pocket. My phone. I had completely forgotten about it. I pulled it out and saw the screen was cracked from where Ceram probably hit it with that pipe. I was able to see the caller ID though, and read Dan's name above five missed calls. They were looking for me, and I couldn't let them know where I was at.

Even if it was to tell them that I was safe. For the most part at least. Plus, it could have been one of those police officers trying to make me slip up. Ron was looking at the phone, and waiting to see what I'd do. I sighed, and took the back off of the phone and took the battery out. I then stuck both the phone and its battery back in my pocket, and tried to forget about them.

Ron told me, "You know, you're lucky you got out of this when you did. Or else if you'd stayed, you might have lost your friends a long time ago instead of still having them now." I had known about that for a long time. I had almost lost them one time after I pulled another 'disappearing act', and they had enough of it.

That was when I realized that it was time for me to get my life back. The lights then flickered out, and it went dark. I could still see, and apparently Ron could too. He walked off into another part of the apartment building and came back with a few kerosene lanterns and flashlights.

He tossed me one of the flashlights, and hung up the lanterns on a few hooks that were stuck on the wall. The little bit of light was an improvement from the dark. My legs couldn't hold me up any longer, and I found a chair that was close to me and sat down in it. Ron pulled up his own and sat down as well.

He finished off the last of his soda and tossed it in a box that was a few feet from him. Ron then pulled out his wallet, and I knew what he was looking at. It was another picture of his sister. He would always look at it when he needed to remind himself of who he was and why he was suffering through all of the stress and torment of being in the gangs.

I remembered how he'd used to say everyday, "Man, I can't wait till Allison gets her operation and then I can leave this place." He later realized there was no getting out once you got in. Not without at least some kind of punishment if you were found.

As far as I knew, I was the only one who had gotten away without being found and beaten or killed. And yet, I still came back here. But at least it wasn't for the same reason that I joined the gangs in the first place. This was where Ron and I were very much different.

He joined for unselfish reasons. I joined because I was seeking a rush or thrill, and a way to defy my grandfather and show him that he didn't run all of my life. For a long time it had just been a quick high, and like all highs, I needed more and more to feed it.

Soon, this kind of life became an addiction. It was only when things went too far and somebody ended up dead, did I realize that I needed to kick this habit I had. That was when I started to figure out how to escape and get away without being found. My plan was a long shot, but it worked in the end.

Until now. Now I had crawled back because the police were after me when I had done nothing wrong. Ron was still looking at the picture in his wallet when he said, "I haven't seen Allison in months. I wish I could go and visit her now." I was almost in the same boat as him. I wanted to see Alice now that he had mentioned his sister again.

Last I had known of her, she was still in her coma, and I had been forcedly taken out of the room before I could know anything else. How were Dan and the others holding up as well? Had the police officers kept attacking them with questions about Alice? Or had they been harped on with questions about me?

Probably a mix of the two if I knew Officer Allan well enough. From the dim light of the lantern, I saw Ron was starting to cry. I told him, "You better get that out of your system before Ceram and the rest of the gang show up. Or else they'll give you something to cry about."

Ron nodded his head and wiped away the tears in his eyes. When he had first joined the gang, I had helped him out by telling him to do's and don'ts of what to do in the gang. I guess I helped him out because he was the only one who joined out of good intentions. I didn't think that had ever happened in the history of gangs.

Or could have happened for that matter. When he told me about his sister, that was when I really wanted to make sure he didn't slip up and lose the only opportunity to get the money he needed for her. This was all around the time though that I was starting to think about leaving the gang.

The storm outside was picking up again. The weather seemed like it was reflecting what I was feeling inside and the thoughts in my mind. Inside, I was a torrent of emotions, while my mind felt cloudy and dark. The sooner I could find Hilton, the sooner this storm might go away and I could see the silver lining again.

Alice

"Murucho, can't you work something out with the hospital so I can get released early?" I was whining at the short blonde to try and do anything in his power so I could get out of the hospital and help find the sicko who hurt me. Murucho said nervously, "Alice, I can't do that. And even if I could, I wouldn't do it until we were a hundred percent sure that you were fine and well enough. I'd hate to be the reason that you end up back here because I got you out without the doctor's consent."

The storm outside had gone from heavy to fierce. I wondered if Shun was caught out in it or if he had somewhere warm and dry. Dan had his arms crossed over his chest when he said, "Ok, something's been bugging me since that cop guy left. You said you saw everything that happened while you were in that coma.

How does that work?" It had slipped my mind that I forgot to tell them what I meant during that argument with the officer. I told him, "Well, when I went into my coma, it was like I was seeing everything that happened from the moment I was attacked to when I woke up."

Dan looked confused, so I tried to re-word it so he could hopefully understand. "It was like I was watching myself and what went on around me. That's how I knew what was happening." Murucho pushed up his glasses and said, "Like and out of body experience?" I nodded my head and told them, "At first I thought I was a really bad dream, but I soon realized it wasn't and that what I was seeing was real."

Murucho seemed intrigued, and I thought he was about to go all nerd on me. I continued. "Before I went into my coma and I was in that in between state, I could sort of hear and see everything, but I couldn't remember anything that went on." Murucho rubbed his chin and said, "This is interesting. I've heard about this kind of thing happening with coma patients, but I didn't think it could happen for real."

A loud commotion came from the hall, and Dan and the others ran out of my room and poked their heads out to see what was going on. When the loud noises vanished down the hall, they came back. I asked them, "What was that all about?"

Dan said flatly, "They just brought somebody by that had been shot." I looked at my closed door, as if I'd see the person laying in the gurney. Runo added in, "Probably another gang victim. If it is, then that's a shame. What do they think they will accomplish by doing all of those crimes?" I shook my head. "I don't know."


i'm listening to the music from the Hunger Games. I love it, but it's kinda sad. :/ like, all of it. i can't wait for the movies to come out! i'm so going to see it! XD internet explorer also pissed me off yesterday because it wouldn't let me log in to my account on her, so i downloaded Google Chrome and i LOVE it! ^^ now that i'm listening to the Hunger Games music, i kinda wanna write a fic with Shun and Alice if they were in the Hunger Games. o.o so, yay or nay? do tell me. XP well, read, review, and other things. ~Copperpelt~