A/N: I have to mention that chapter 10 was to pretty much to tie up loose ends, and the other situations, such as the slumber party. I had to edit it quickly for future references, so by now I understand the plot myself a bit more. I know the conflict is really weird, but I finally was able to grasp the conflict in chapter 6, now I actually know what I'm writing. So sit back and enjoy, cause this chapter is where things start to get good (as if that hasn't already happened).
The mud was captivating Mittens completely. Squirming and trying to rip free of it was only resulting in breath loss and further sinking. The mud was up to Mittens' neck. the pressure was unbearable, impossible to lift herself. She can't do it. It wasn't a possibility any longer. She managed one last yelp before the mud sucked her under the surface entirely.
Calvin was roaming in the front yard, skeptical at the sudden disappearance of Bolt, as well as the neighbor's truck. He growled at the tracks left from a scent he picked up. He knew it was the truck, no doubt is smelled of pink sugar. A remedy that the Boulder's person always kept on her fabric, to smell up herself. Calvin found the smell discussing, but he was assuming it was one of those things humans wear to lure the opposite gender. He was certain that the human had sprayed her tires with the same fluid. That's all Calvin could muster from the smell, Which was a frightening thing to think. Of course about grooming a vehicle is outlandish by Calvin's eye. He shook the insignificant thought off and continued to trace the path he had found.
He suddenly lost the scent, and as of the next thing he knew he was sprayed in the face by some black street water. He looked up to see the sinister face of Boulder, smiling keenly as if he had just done something intellectual. Calvin growled. "Need something, Hedgehog?"
"For you to quit playing my game would be a fare deal." Boulder snared.
Calvin grimaced. "What game? I'm simply tracking a car that passed by a while ago."
"You never chase cars." Boulder reminded him. "You're too chicken to touch a bumper."
Calvin trembled a bit, feeling defeated. "I'd prefer not to. It's all just a waste of...time... and energy-"
"Than why start now, Cal? You have an image to keep up." He stepped closer, as Calvin backed up, frightened at what Boulder may do. Boulder smiled. "You got yourself a nasty situation. Speechless are you?"
Calvin tried to hide his fear. Boulder wasn't a dog you'd want to mess around with. Now talking in his words like needles jabbing a pin cushion. Staring nervously, he knew that looking away would be a fatal mistake. He than growled mildly. "It's none of your business, Boulder."
"If it's none of my business how come it involves me? Hmmm?"
Calvin growled menacingly, "You have no clue what I'm doing? And it has NOTHING to do with you!"
"Than pardon me for interrupting your little scheme. I'm just," He scoffed humorously. "curious." He backed up slowly not drawing attention. He turned his head in a slow movement, keeping an eye on Calvin. Growling, Calvin saw him turn completely. He sighed as he still kept half a glimpse on Boulder. He was eventually convinced that boulder was gone. Calvin cautiously turned back around, expecting an attack. Nothing happened.
But soon, Boulder lunged instantly knocking Calvin to the ground. He was on top of him laughing sinisterly. "Having fun isn't hard, ya know. It just takes skill."
Calvin tried to jump, slipping out from Boulder's grasp. He turned around trying to flee, but Boulder expected this, and lurched forward. Calvin crouched to the ground, resulting in Boulder jumping directly over him. Calvin began a charge to stop the Bull from again trying to lunge at him. His claws began clinging onto Boulder's side. Boulder barked in anguish, a sudden jab in his neck. Staggering, he reared, knocking Calvin off his back, unsteadily smacking into the ground.
Boulder was gasping for breath, before turning to face Calvin, who was laying there, stunned by the latest turn of events. Boulder slowly paced toward him. "I have half a mind to give you my mercy right now, Cal. I know EXACTLY what you're up to, and believe me, you're only going to do it over my dead body...that is, unless yours is also dry and decomposing before hand."
"I don't want to fight!" Calvin murmured, his head aching from the fall. "You haven't gotten the slightest correct detail of what I'm up to."
Boulder snarled. "I might consider you to walk out of this unhurt, if you stop whatever it is you are up to."
Calvin stood his ground. "I already told you. I'M NOT UP TO ANYTHING!" He stood up and began a pace away from Boulder, trying not to get anymore into the trouble.
Boulder leaped from his ground, landing unsteadily next to Calvin. Calvin backed up, and began a sprint retreating from Boulder's ferocity. Soon Boulder was tailing him directly behind, only Meters away. The two of them were a distraction from many areas around there, parks, night parties, and even the police. None of which thought about the situation much.
Boulder was gaining on Calvin, soon almost on top of him. Calvin tried to strengthen up from all of this, and than ran out of steady ground. Calvin found himself in a swamp of trees, all of them towering over his head, creating a ceiling, blocking the night sky. The ground became unsteady, and dirty. Harder to sprint on. Boulder was starting to lose his patience right at the time he made a final attempt to jump. Calvin saw this coming, and made a sharp left turn, toppling over rocks, and small plants on the forest floor. He realized that his collapsing down hill, and was increasing in speed. The hill, was covered in rocks and sharp objects left by visiting humans who were previously celebrating with cans, bottles, wrappers, and party favors scattered all over. Soon the speed gained to it's highest point, as he finally slammed into the ground, attempting a slow to a complete stop.
He landed harshly in a spot of gravel, scraping him in several places. Calvin winced from the pain, in a sort of shock, and surprise from the previous situations. But he knew it wasn't all that bad. He examined most of his bruises and cuts, hoping nothing was serious. Finding none of which, he was facing a new problem. He had no knowledge of where he was, no clue of how to get back up that steep hill. He put a paw on his head, which was burning with pain. He must have hit his head on something as he was tumbling. It was an unbearable ache, that about made him dizzy and oblivious to the sights around him.
Before he got any passing out feeling, he heard something. Something like...a screech. An undisclosed screech, sounding like a suffocating sort of scream. None the less, the yelp sounded familiar, either in tone, or distress, cause both Calvin was familiar with. He listened, hopefully he'll hear it again, but there was nothing. No sound alike that one at least. Calvin traced the sound from where it could have been, when he arrived at a sort of burial ground for those who wish to sink to death, he was astounded and confused. The noise was somewhere over here, he could almost guarantee. He sniffed the area, keeping away from the mud areas, possibly to suck him in no doubt. He than found a smell that was much too distinctive. The smell was of that house cat down the street. The one who insisted to leave on her own and find-
Calvin stopped his train of thought, and began to tack chunks of the grime, throwing it, like digging a hole in the backyard. He was extremely fast, but it proved almost to no good, like trying to find something under a bunch of water with a shovel. Although the density was much different between the two liquids, the result seemed to be the same, but he kept at it, determined to find the source of the distress call. All of which wasn't working. He was beginning to become angered. When he heard something else.
He turned sharply to find the bushes moving. He concluded that it wasn't worth the stop in progress, and turned back to the scooping. He than saw something. Out of the mud, was the tip of an ear. taking another few scoops Calvin was able to uncover another part, after another and another. He saw the back of the neck and spine, covered in the muck. He had to pull her out before she sank more. He grasped her collar between his teeth, and pulled slowly, with ease he has able to slip her out. Of now, he managed to get her on his back even though she was completely unconscious. This was worrying Calvin, but he was determined to find a way... some sort of way, if any possibility, to wake her up. Hoping and breathing heavily, he prayed it wasn't too late. He needed to find a source of recovery FAST.
He first got away from the sludge pool, and hurried to find a source of water. He remembered a pond not too far away, and was determined to wake the feline with one of those natural dislikes. It was one of the only chances available, and Calvin had to act. He traveled through the forest, in hopes of finding what he was looking for. Little did he know, that within the bushes, something was watching his every move.
Penny's POV
The door closed once again, and I had run out of ideas to end the date. Luckily I knew Clarke like any typical boyfriend, and I knew he had quite the temper. I just haven't remembered that about him very clearly until now when his temper caused me numerous problems, from the car horn honking in my ears, to the aching pain in my wrist. This man was NOT going to be my new father, and I have to stop this. GREAT! My plan was ruined already, why risk it again? I tried to think this through on what I should try to do right up until I decided to get out from under the car, and think from then on.
Once I got out, I hid behind the car, trying to figure out what would be the more intellectually successful in splitting the two up.
I'm going to root for the girl, because she was close to leaving, in fact she may be feeling just awful in there. The guy who lost it, and all of that. I have to think this through carefully, before another accident happens.
Breathing heavily, but calmly. I realized what I had to do. It seemed really risky, and embarrassing, but if I didn't do anything, Clarke would get dumped all over again. I was actually helping him. It was a plan, and it had to work.
Finally, My moment of triumph!
I took the medium sized rock in my hand and threw it over the top of the car. It landed on top of the car noisily and slid down the front window, soon hitting the ground from the front of the car.
Of course this made Clarke pretty upset. He burst from the driver's seat, making a loud thud in the car before opening the door. Screaming his head off at the scoundrel making the ruckus out here, which was me. I slid right underneath the car, just as he was coming up from behind the car, obviously seeing if anyone was there. He was too close to possibly noticing me. Lucky for me, he hadn't.
The woman walked out from the passenger's side. "Did you see them?!" She asked sounding sort of terrified.
Clarke was still screaming, and kicking the car, scarring me out of my wits.
"Hon, STOP IT!" I heard the woman yell. "You're being a maniac!"
Just by the looks of it. I thought to myself.
"I can't take this anymore!" I heard, him complain. "I'm getting out of here!!"
"You know," She began. "So am I!"
About 10 seconds later, after more complaining from Clarke, the woman slammed the door, excruciatingly loud in my ears.
Oddly, Clarke wasn't stopping her. He was yelling at her to come back. But he wasn't trying to GET her to come. I was concerned for the guy, who was probably going crazy by now. when the girl was out of sight I heard the door close above, of course it was defiantly loud. But then I had an instinct that the car was going to start. I thought fast and as quick as I could, I crawled out from under the car, only a slight moment away from the heated up car roaring to life. My heart was pounding. I tried to think of what to do, as fast as I could. But I couldn't muster anything. I couldn't run, I couldn't stay behind an activated car. Than it hit me;
I walked up to the passenger window and knocked on it, freaking out Clarke, who was banging his head on the wheel. I smiled at him innocently. As he rolled down the window.
"...What?"
"Can I have a ride home?" I asked innocently. "I know you want to take me."
"Get lost kid." He said. " I have to get home. I have no time to give anyone rides right now, okay?"
That confused me. He just called me 'kid' instead of Penny. "I AM lost, Clarke. That's why I need a ride."
He stared at me strangely. "My name's not Clarke! Who are you?"
"You! Wha-?" I was baffled this guy couldn't...could it be?
"Get out of my sight!"
He slammed on the pedal, and the car moved forward with me still hanging onto the side.
I screamed, and quickly backed off, noticing that the car's door stayed opened as he kept driving. I can't believe this guy! He's such an Idiot of a boyfriend to that girl.
But pondering, I knew that Clarke was never like that. That definitely WASN'T Clarke. Even though I just slit up an unhappy couple, there was a spot of regret still inside of me. I had a sorrowful feeling that it's going to stay. But how could you explain the Car look alike? The Guy look alike? This was all just insanely wrong!
This guy was up to something. The similarities aren't a coincidence. Something's up. And I'm getting to the bottom of it!
Colten's POV
What was that? The voice just disappeared! It left me wondering how the heck I was going to life, if I was already dead. But for some reason I had a feeling that... maybe this wasn't death. But the breakdown before it. I would give anything to have the life I had just hours ago. But I can't do that, when I'm strapped down like this. I had to face the facts.
Suddenly, I heard it again. The train whistle! It was sounding just a quarter mile away! As soon as I knew of this I began to squirm, terrifying as it was, It didn't match the horror that was stirring inside me. I tried to brake free from all of the ropes, that held me in place, WHY ISN'T IT WORKING!?
The train sounded again getting closer. I had to think fast, what did the voice say? What did it say? I tried to focus, and bypass the fear that captivated me. It was fog in an already dark pathway, that only lead to a darker destination. It was probably one of the most arduous things I've ever tried to do. Take my mind off of death. How am I supposed to do that when it's in my face? But I was able to concentrate just enough to clear my mind from the blurs caused by the terror of the situation.
Than it hit me.
"When you hear it, roll to your side..."
I attempted to do that, noticing that the ropes stayed in one place around me, as I rolled just inside them. I widened my eyes, this is actually getting me somewhere.
I had to remember the second thing fast! It didn't take nearly as long.
"...When you feel it, sit up..."
Feel it? I was caught by this one. How could I feel it?! that's the dumbest thing to try and do! I can't feel the train, I'd just get run over in the process. I'm not going to lay here...
It was getting close, roaring of the wheels rang in my ears. It must be just a thousand meters away now. The vibration was getting all but weaker, and the whistle-...
I stopped. THE VIBRATION! I knew what the voice meant. It was the vibration that I was supposed to feel. struggling to sit up, I was forced to the ground by the ropes. They were tied to the tracks, but they were only looped around me. I could possibly slip through. As I tried to do that I found it almost imposable, THEY WOULDN'T BUDGE! I felt the vibration grow larger, and closer. But still I couldn't see the train. It was behind a hill, and it's lights were reflecting off of the trees and bushes in the distance. That was it. I backed up and I struggled to sit up. And when I was finally moved over far enough, I could, and the roped just slipped down, like a large loosened belt.
MY ARMS WERE FREE!
But it wasn't over yet, the train was just around the corner, and my legs were still bound.
Feeling more rushed than ever before, I attempted to loosen the ropes around my legs, but I couldn't. They were wrapped around tighter than I ever guessed they would be. I couldn't breakaway. It was impossible!
The train whistle sounded once more, but it gave it's position away instantly, it was just behind the hill!
It was hopeless! I was trapped!
The moment of horror was in front of me in an instant. Did the voice know I wouldn't be able to jump without free legs? The light was in my face, the train was a hundred feet away, just at the time, I rolled to my side just once more. In the process, I was flipped over to the side of the tracks, the vibration of the train was precarious and rapid, like being dragged by a horse, with your foot stuck in the reigns.
One of my legs came loose, but the other one was still tangled within the rope. almost all of my body was to one side of the tracks. But there was nothing I could do to stop myself from losing a leg.
Around my ankle the rope kept a firm grip on me. I pulled as hard as I could from it.
The next thing that happened was a pure miracle. Once the train was just feet away from my ankle, ready to crush in half a second, it seemed to come loose, perhaps by the trail wheels slicing it to threads. and in that small moment, I had just enough strength to swing my finally free leg right off of the tracks, just inches away from being crushed by the enormous train.
From the ferocity of the ten ton train I wobbled unsteadily away from the terrifying scene. The train was roaring in my ears, and the whistle rang out echoing in the air.
After what seemed like eternity of waiting the train passed by and wore off in the distance. The relief inside me was the greatest feeling I had felt in a long time. I didn't want to waste another moment, but I was sweating tremendously. I couldn't believe I had just survived one of the most dangerous deaths. I was truly fortunate.
