I'm sorry for such the long wait for this update! (omg I made a rhyme! xD) anyways, I wanted to give Jojo a break since she had such a long list of things to write for but then she asked me when I was going to update and I was like "uhhhh" so yeah...I put that on my list right after Opposites Attract (I had to meet my deadline!) So anyways. here to goes! but first, we have to issue a few things.
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Backbone
Chapter 9
My Epic Fail
I sat on the bench next to Mickey, clutching the edge of the table so the speeding, swerving RV wouldn't slam me into Mickey or on the floor.
With my hands busy I tried my best to ignore the…fragrant aroma next to me. Ha. Fragrant aroma my ass. Overwhelming stench was more like it.
The boy next to me smelled of a roses and a dumpster. A dumpster no one has taken care of for a week in the hottest time of summer with a moldy pizza or to in it and a dozen of dying roses someone had thrown in there to try to cleanse the smell. P-U!
I was beginning to think that the smell wasn't going to work. "Does this Morningstar dude track people with his nose?" I asked.
Devilyn slapped her forehead. "No you idiot! I thought we just went over this!"
"I must not have been paying attention. Sor-ry!" I snapped.
Dad stood up gripping the edge of the counter to steady himself. "Guys, I know we've been on the road for a while with each other but there's no reason to be cranky!"
"Shut up Ben, this isn't one of your clichéd movies," Kevin sighed from the wheel.
Dad opened his mouth to speak but suddenly closed it. His cheeks puffed out and he gagged. He ran to the bathroom and the next thing we heard was retching sounds.
He didn't close the door or turn on the fan (and the RV was moving so the puke was probably going all over the road…ew…) so if the RV already smelled atrocious it smelled a thousand times worse now seeing that it WAS the middle of summer…well…beginning, but same thing.
"Urg! I hate this! It's all Max's fault! If he didn't have to go do plumber stuff you wouldn't be here and neither would Ben!" Devilyn screamed.
"Don't blame my Grandpa! Blame your Dad for going to one of those Alien convention things! If he hadn't gone then we wouldn't be here so don't think you're the only one hating this!" I screamed back.
"My Dad has to make money somehow! Do you know how hard it is to keep a job these days? Very, that's right. So don't you go bringing my Dad into this!" Devilyn cried.
I looked over at the ten year old boy watching us wide eyed. "Why are we fighting each other when the real problem's right here? Grandpa and I didn't bring him here so don't blame us! It's Mickey's fault! If it wasn't for him we could all be living our normal, care-free summers!" I cried throwing up my arms.
"You know, for being such an ass you're actually kind of smart," Devilyn said, voice softer.
"Mickey's the problem! Why do we even need to help him? What has he ever done for us? Let's just let his dad find him and have no more worries!"
"I never liked him anyways," Devilyn said through gritted teeth.
We stood up, looming over Mickey.
"Devilyn? Jen? What's going on? I-"Mickey started before the RV slammed on its brakes at the side of the road.
Devilyn was bounced back into her seat. I flipped over so my stomach was on the table and my chest up on the seat next to Devilyn's lap.
There was a loud noise from the bathroom so we assumed Ben had fallen back into the bathtub. No noise followed so he must be unconscious.
Mickey slammed forward into the table, hit his head, and was still.
Devilyn leaned forward and put two fingers to the side of his neck. "He's out cold," she said sitting back down.
Grandpa Max and Kevin scrambled out of the drivers area of the RV.
Grandpa raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing on the table Jennifer?"
I lifted my head and pointed to Kevin. "Because of his reckless driving!"
"What do you mean?" Kevin asked putting on a confused look that he probably used for human police officers.
I sighed and sat back in my seat. "Nothing,"
Grandpa noticed Mickey. "What's wrong with him?"
"Don't worry. The little twerp's just out," Devilyn said coolly.
Kevin looked around. "Where's the punk?"
"You mean my Dad?" I asked.
Kevin nodded.
"Bathroom,"
Max walked over there and peeked in. He walked back. "He's out too," he sighed.
"Why did we stop?" Devilyn asked, her Maxx puppy panting happily. Max and Maxx? Urg.
"We decided it's time to tell you what you need to know," Grandpa said.
"And it's better that Ben and Mickey aren't fully here so things won't become…difficult," Kevin added.
"What?" I asked confused. "I get why Mickey can't know-it's probably about him-but why can't my dad know?"
"Because he takes things too far," Devilyn said rolling her eyes.
"Precisely," Grandpa said.
There was silence for a few moments.
"Um, Max, your little speech is great and all but it doesn't do much if you don't explain," Devilyn sighed.
"Oh, well, I know the kid can be quite annoying and you're all getting used to each other, but I promise in time everything will be alright," Grandpa began.
"So suck it up and deal with it," Kevin summarized what Grandpa said.
Devilyn sighed and slumped down in her seat.
"Morningstar was a horrible dude, he would drain the energy from teenage girls and control them like zombies," Kevin started himself.
"Pervert," Devilyn mumbled.
Grandpa continued. "His son Mickey-"he nodded over to the unconscious boy-"is special, so Morningstar will be using all his power to find him. Mickey radiates a real strong energy so we need to do everything we can to keep him-and us too- down to a minimal on his…radar,"
"From what you said it seems he can track anyone's energy," Devilyn said bored stroking her Maxx.
"Sort of, he can get the general idea of where someone is but it doesn't help much, but like I said before: Mickey radiates a real strong energy so it would be quite easy," Grandpa explained.
"Does he still radiate energy when he's unconscious?" I asked.
"I'm not sure, it probably does tone down a little…" he trailed.
"Great! Can we test it? I have my baseball stuff in the back!" I said, getting excited.
"No!" Max scolded.
I pouted. "Aw, and I really wanted to hit him with my bat,"
"You still have still managed to not tell us why Morningstar wants Mickey so bad," Devilyn pointed out.
Max sighed. "Mickey is basically a generator. He emits and endless amount of energy,"
When Devilyn and I just stared at him Kevin spoke up.
"Mickey emits enough energy that if he's…hooked up he can power the whole universe, therefore, manipulating the energy right he can…well…do whatever he wants. You know, Morningstar stuff," he explained.
"And since the universe is ever expanding Mickey will have to be 'hooked up' 24/7, he will have no life whatsoever," Devilyn realized.
Then I got it. "He'll be a machine,"
Grandpa nodded. "Exactly,"
Then I had an idea. I remembered something Devilyn explained to Mickey and I earlier…
"Mana reads off of everything, it's basically your energy"
We all knew my perfume idea wasn't going to work. Morningstar didn't track his son by his nose. The best thing we may get out of it is that he may turn back thinking he found an abandoned dumpster by mistake.
"Mana is energy right? So if I envelop my mana around Mickey it will hide his, right?" I asked.
Grandpa Max nodded. "It should probably work,"
"That is, if you're able to do it, you're new to this alien thing aren't you?" Kevin asked.
"…I just found out what I could do when I first met you guys…and shot you…" I trailed.
There was a pause until Kevin spoke again:
"Have you been practicing?"
"…No, not at all actually…" I trailed, feeling stupid that I even told them my idea if I wasn't able to do it.
"Well, we can always ask Gwen, she managed to put a bubble around her whole house," Grandpa noted.
"Forgetful much old man? Gwen's back in Bellwood, and if you haven't noticed we're kind of on the run and can't backtrack," Kevin rolled his eyes.
"Where are we even heading?" I asked.
"I have somewhat of an idea…" Kevin trailed. He didn't expand any more on the topic, partly because he didn't want to, and partly because Devilyn spoke:
"If Morningstar is tracking us why are we sitting here? Shouldn't we move?" She asked.
There were a couple moments of awkward silence before Grandpa lifted himself off the couch and to the driver's seat. He slammed on the gas and we sped off, of course we weren't swerving around like before.
"Why aren't you driving Dad?" Devilyn asked.
"Well, since Gwen is kind of…unavailable at the moment we kind of have to go with our last…hope…" Kevin trailed.
"Jen," Devilyn said in a bored tone.
I ran a hand through my short black hair nervously. Not sure what I was doing I held my hands together and formed a small ball of pink energy between my palms. My hands weren't stable and as I tried to enlarge it my control broke and the mana disappeared.
Kevin sighed. "I've seen better,"
Devilyn rolled her eyes. "Yeah, from you, like when you shot us back at the alien tech dealership,"
I nodded and put my hands together again. The pink energy formed to the size of my two fists held together.
"Seeing as she actually gets it over Mickey how is she supposed to keep it up long enough?" Devilyn asked.
"Well, Gwen-I mean your mom- is holding up a pink bubble around her whole house-and you know how big that is-so it can't be too hard to keep one around one small boy. She probably just has to keep a small portion of her mind open to the mana-like these aliens always have-and be close enough to him," Kevin explained.
The mana grew in my hands until it was about Mickey's size. I moved the energy over to him and as I was putting it around the unconscious boy something snapped, I lost focus, and the mana burst and hit the walls all around Mickey.
I groaned. "I guess I need a little more practice," I said attempting a meek smile.
"A little?" Kevin asked with a raised eyebrow.
My eyes narrowed in annoyance.
Devilyn sighed. "There goes our 'last hope'"
So...this chapter's spacing looks real weird O.o but no matter. it's more of a filler, in my opinion it has little to do with furthering the plot besides having some explanations and ideas.
