A/N: Okay!! This is the chapter most of you have been waiting for!! This is the chapter where everything goes down hill and wheels go flying! Now put on your reading glasses and get ready! This is the start of three brand new characters!!

A/N: Now, I know that I won't get the characterization perfect, but please work with me on the two new characters--one is my own. I went by the description you gave me (the lucky two) and added some descriptions too. Put in some humor wisecrack and things will get messy. So work with me, please? ^_~

A/N: So grab your bags and get ready! The Wheel Chair Express is at it again!

Jump

I Told You! Never Take the Wheel Chair Express!

Michael ran down the mall, "Naomi! Naomi!" He screamed, looking all around. "Where did that knucklehead go?" Michael sighed and stopped for a second. "Nay-Nay's been missing for five days now, along with Tiki. Where are they?" He asked himself, adjusting his silver-brimmed glasses and looking around. "Not one trace of them."

The boy scrunched his nose. He was no more than ten, but he sure was a bookworm and a geek in some cases. Short black hair spiked his head and electric green eyes gazed from his spectacles. He wore a very fancy suit, black to match his hair and to spotlight his eyes. But this was his usual appearance, his un-awkward usual appearance.

Michael licked his lips an began to run again. "Naomi! Naomi!" He called out searching everywhere for her. "Mom and Wesley and Evan are really worried! Please show yourself!" Yes, he was the youngest of Naomi's three brothers, Wesley and Evan were twins who had just turned eighteen last month.

"I mean it Hippie! If you don't show yourself, I'll be forced to use my intuition to find you!" He said, a pitiful hollow threat. No good, he couldn't just throw threats, never could. Guess that's why the tyrants at Naomi's school always tried to hire him as a punching bag, but knowing Michael, he was always one step ahead. Two steps if he was using his brain, which a gifted people like him do, never letting one second go to waste.

Michael walked into the same store that Naomi and Tiki were last seen in, SunCoast. Sources had led him here and now all he had to do was ask what happened after they left here and this story would be complete. But not the riddle to where they went.

He walked up to the cashier, which was the same old man that was clerk to Tiki before.

"May I help you?" He asked with an awkward smile.

"Indeed you may help me. I would like you to recall two customers of yours, hardly easy to forget I'm sure." He had always talked so sophisticatedly, probably because of his genius stature. (Is it coming together now about Michael?) "They were two medium height girls that had come in here about a week ago now, one was a Jamaican, the other was a blonde. Can you evoke on them or do I need to explain them better?" He asked non-emotionally. Always the one with the no emotions around people. Typical Michael.

"Ah yes, I remember those two tikes! They came in here about a week ago now, the Jamaican smashed a DVD and then right after that the security guards started to chase them for some reason. I don't really know why though. They were really nice kids."

Michael fixed his glasses, "Yes they were, now do you know what happened to them besides where they disappeared at? Do you have any idea how to locate them?"

The man suddenly turned serious. "Ah, you are searching for you sister and her friend, I can see it in your eyes. No worries my friend then." He pointed down the mall. "Just keep running down the mall and you will find which you seek." He said definitely.

Michael was skeptical at first, but then a rush of hope flowed through him. He might actually find his sister. So why not trust this old hoot?

He nodded, racing off down the mall. "Naomi! Naomi! Naomi Mary Rockertale!"

The boy started to descend the stairs to the bottom floor. "Naomi! Naooooo-AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!--OOMPH!!"

Suddenly he plummeted into someone and they went tumbling down the stairs in a mass of rolling colors that went weee! this way and wahhh! that way. Legs whirling and arms flailing and...bags flying?

Pain shot through Leigh as she made her way to the stairs. "Ow....Ow...Ow..." She scowled every time she set one foot in front of the other. Her arms felt like they had stretched the length of the Mississippi River and back.

In her hands were two heavy shopping bags. Christmas time was nearing you know, and the sales were huge. She couldn't pass that up. The bags weighed a ton with all the cloths and breakables in there that had almost broke her (money wise), shaving her hide with the prices.

"And they say that this is the lowest time of the year. Pah!" She scoffed and started to move down the stairs. One foot, that's right, just one foot at a time. She cautioned, taking a step down. "That wasn't too hardddd--AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" She screamed as somebody toppled into her and they came sailing down the stairs in full

holiday swing, bags flying everywhere and breakables, well, broke.

"NO! NO! No!" The boy screamed, the one who tumbled onto Leigh, as they both flew off the stairs to a fifty foot drop.

Leigh gasped, catching onto the railing as the boy caught onto her pants leg. They hug motionless over the rail, like the slow-mode of The Matrix. She gulped, "This is not good."

The boy grabbed tighter. "I wouldn't think so!" He yelled up to her, trying not to look down. "Just don't look down!"

Leigh looked down, her heart dropping to her feet. "Too late."

"And after I said not to."

"You really think I listen to you?"

The boy snorted. No comeback there.

"See? No answer." Leigh said, gripping onto the handlebar tighter, feeling the sweat of her palms moisturize the railing, making it as slick as a waxed, spanking new McClarien F50, and believe me, that was slick. "Uh-oh."

"What?" The boy yelled up to the girl.

"We have a problem."

"I could have assumed that."

"My hand is..." Leigh tried to clutch on tighter, put to no avail. "Slipping."

"Just don't let go, whatever you do. Don't let..."--The hand slipped--"GOOOOOO!!"

"SORRY!!!" Leigh screamed as they started to plunge to their doom, into a parking lot of wheelchairs. (Is that just a twist of fate or what?)

Abruptly another hand grabbed them from the staircase. "Got ya." A girl with dark musty blonde hair and green eyes that held a blue tint in their sparkle spoke, lips pursed from the strain. "What are you doing hanging around?" She asked, a sarcastic note to her voice.

Both Leigh and the boy sighed, saying "Thank you!" In unison, and that was scary.

The girl grunted. "Don't thank me just yet." She warned, slowly pulling them up. "If you don't mind helping yourselves up too."

Leigh grabbed onto the ledge and pulled herself up as Michael just hung there, helpless, looking down to the bottom floor. Way down at the bottom floor. He never liked heights much.

As soon as they were all up, Leigh looked at the boy. "And what in the heck were you doing! Running into me like that!" She looked around for her possessions. The cloths were scattered and breakables shattered. "I should have your head!"

Michael grimaced at the rage in her voice. "I was just looking for my sister. That's all."

The other girl looked at him strangely. "Say, you wouldn't be looking for that girl and her friend that disappeared her a week ago, are you?"

Michael nodded.

"It must come hard for you that your sister is gone for good."

Michael's jaw dropped. "She is not GONE!" He yelled. "She's around here somewhere and I'm going to find her!"

The musty haired girl frowned, "You don't have to have a cow over it."

"I'm not, it's just..." Before he could finish what he was saying, a voice rang out over the mall's loudspeakers.

"DISCOUNT CHRISTMAS SHOPPING AT CHIP'S! EVERYTHING FOR ONE DOLLAR!" The voice blared out as a mob came gushing out of the stores, heading towards the elevator, most towards the stairs, the stairs that they were occupying at the moment.

The trio looked at each other. "RUN!" They shouted in unison as the mob swarmed the stairs. The group ran down the two flights of stairs as if their heels were on fire, tripping over each other and scrambling for cover.

"Get outta the way idiot!"

"Well sorry Miss I-Saved-Your-Life-Now-Get-Outta-Mine!" The boy retorted, shoving in front of the girl.

"HEY!" She yanked him by the hair backwards.

"OWWEEEE!!" Michael yelled, pulling back on the girls shirt.

"No Touchee!" She slapped the hand away.

Leigh jumped in front of them both. "Will you two stop bickering and just r--" She nose-dived over of the railings with one trip of the shoelace, grabbing Michael and the other girl in the process as they went screaming down to the bottom floor to the cafe below them.

The trio smashed onto a table that a nice couple had only occupied seconds before, doing the Brittany and Madonna Taste-budder. (French-Kissing)

"OWW!"

"MY GLASSES!"

"IYYEEE!"

A cloud of dust went rolling as the three laid their on top of each other, dazed and disastered. The table in shambles, a nice wooden mess that spread ten feet around them.

The musty blonde headed girl groaned, "I think I have splinters in my butt."

Michael rubbed his face. "Highly improbable to have splinters there. This is a furnished-"

"-I get it." The girl stopped him right then and there.

They both looked down at Leigh, who they were causally sitting on top of.

Leigh laughed the I-Know-I-Did-This laugh and pointed to the cafe ordering booth. "Decaf anyone?"

"I hate coffee." The other girl said.

The two others rolled their eyes and stood up, brushing themselves off.

Michael inspected his glasses. "Well, I think that's enough adventure for today." He sighed, seeing the glasses bent, almost broken. He folded them up and stashed them in his upper suit pocket.

Leigh sat up, brushing herself off. "I'd say."

The other girl just snorted in agreement.

Michael looked at the two girls. "By the way, what's your name girls?" He asked, taking off his black coat, which had a stain in the back from coffee. Just great.

Leigh pulled her hair behind her ears. "Why should I tell? Seems like you did enough trouble today for one thing." She said coldly for the first time.

The other girl rolled her eyes. "Naw, I thought Funny Bunny did it." She said sarcastically, starting to walk away. "But call me Zillah." She waved bye and Michael waved back.

Leigh shoved her hands into her pockets. "Hope you find your sister." She said, turning to leave.

Michael nodded. "Me too...Me too."

And so they parted, leaving their separate ways. That was one adventure for today. One thrilling one that actually Leigh thoroughly enjoyed. Michael on the other hand was scared out of his wits. And the mysterious girl named Zillah seemed she enjoyed the thrill of it too. Would this be the last time they ever met? I believe the old man on the shadows knows that answer.

The old man had watched the new epic story unfold, just like he had the last one. What was up with this guy? He laughed as something small glittered on his shoulder.

"They'll do with the short notice I received." He confessed as the glittering thing nodded and vanished into a blue portal. (Is it all coming together now?) "They'll have to

do." He smiled and walked out to the wheelchairs that were parted under the staircase and brought one out.

"The WheelChair Express." He grinned, chuckling to himself, aiming for the ten year old boy and thrusting the chair at the young boy with all the strength he had in his old bones, thrusting it at the boy who was walking away. "Good luck there boy, you'll need it."

Michael walked on, looking everywhichway for Naomi, she had disappeared on this floor, but the old man's directions weren't too detailed. "I hope I find her." He said with a sigh as a girl screamed.

"KID! LOOK OUT!"

Suddenly a wheelchair came from practically nowhere and swept him off his feet, literally. It ollied and sped forwards, the poor kid screaming his lungs out at full burst. Technically called 'Screaming like a Girl.' Though girls don't really scream like that, only the preps do at the corny haunted mansions with their boyfriends.

Leigh shuffled away from the kid slowly, muttering to herself. "Stupid, idiotic kid." Thoughts of her cloths reigned in her head and the bucks she had just thrown--literally. But truthfully, the kid was actually growing on her already, though she really couldn't understand why. He was selfish, self-centered, and egotistic, not to mention a genius from the way he acted. Why would a kid like that grow on her when she felt he wasn't really truthful about everything? But it kept haunting her, she should have given her name. He might have been true to words, she didn't know. Very seldom did people trick what she liked to call her 'sixth sense' about other people's personality. It came in handy for judging people before she knew them, which she didn't do often.

Her eyebrow began to twitch. "Stupid conscious!" She raged and looked around for the boy.

She found him, and a wheelchair galloping straight towards him. "KID! WATCH OUT!" She yelled, the voice echoing throughout the mall.

The kid looked back just in time to catch the chair plummet into him and sweep him off his feet, towards a shopping store.

Leigh silently cursed to herself and set out on a run to stop that wheelchair!

Zillah heard a scream that said 'Kid! Watch out!' and that immediately caught her attention. It was followed by the most annoying girlie-boy scream she had ever heard in her lifetime. Someone was in trouble! She raced away to find the trouble, hoping it wasn't that boy again.

She caught sight of the trouble. It was the boy, surprise, surprise. And the other girl was running behind him, trying to catch up with the wheelchair he was in. That wouldn't work. Zillah bit her lip. She was already on the second floor, and they were on the first, right below her almost.

Zillah looked around for something, anything that could help her get down there. She noticed a strand of lights streaming down to one of the first floor tree, right above the boy now. Why they had trees in the mall she never knew, but frankly now, she was grateful of them.

She ran up to a man in a Frosty costume, who had a candy cane stick, and said, "May I use that stick?" He shook his head. "Please?" He shook his head again.

Zillah smiled sweetly and punched Frosty square in the face. "Never say no." She advised and snatched the cane from Frosty's grasp.

"What can be worse? Dieing a slow death in life, or dieing fast with thrill?" She asked herself, running up to the strand of lights. "I say the former, but it's too late to change now! AHHHHHHHHHH!!"

She hooked the cane onto the strand quickly, hopping over the siding with ease as she coasted down the strand of lights to what she would call, her doom. It was a bit bumpy with the lights on there and she could hear them crackling and smashing. Everything was shaking on her. Everything.

Zillah zoomed down the strand, seemingly hovering over the wheelchair at this point. Now it was crucial, it was either hit, or miss, and she didn't want to miss. Gulping, she took a deep breath and let go of the cane.

The girl landed on the wheelchair's backside as Leigh caught up and hopped into the front chair with Michael.

"Move ova." She commanded and he did. "You better be glad we're saving your hide."

Zillah raised an eyebrow. "You mean now saving OUR hides, right?"

"Exactly."

Zillah braced herself on the back metal bars. "Fire away blondie."

Leigh rubbed her hands together, dreading what she was about to do. "Alright Cynical Cindy, ready when you are."

"I'm ready."

Two things happened then, first of which Leigh slammed her hands down on the wheelchair's iron wheel grippers, her skin burning against the hot rubber. The second was Zillah slamming her feet on the ground, the rubber soles screeching and black marks trailing.

Michael was the only one not doing anything. He looked ahead and screamed, "TURN!"

The wheelchair turned on one wheel and rolled another way, picking up speed as it went. The wheel's rubber burning into Leigh's palms and Zillah's shoe's soles were running hot, and I mean hot.

"Ow! Ow!" Leigh repeated, keeping a firm grip on the wheels so they wouldn't exceed the speed limit of the mall. "OW!"

Zillah rolled her eyes the best she could. "USE THE BREAK DUMMY!"

Leigh nodded, pressing down on both breaks. Something snapped.

Michael hit his head. "Don't tell me that was the breaks..."

Leigh held the breaks up. "Yep."

"We're all going to die." Moaned Zillah as they entered the food court, heading straight for the arcade.

Leigh started to laugh. "Games anyone?"

They zoomed faster and faster to the arcade.

Michael shook his head. "I never liked games. Not even Duel Monsters on the show Yu-Gi-Oh. I never understood why they played it."

Zillah and Leigh both looked at him weirdly. "Never understood it?" They asked in the freaky unison thing.

Michael shook his head. "Nope." He looked back at the arcade. "But I don't want to learn now either." His brain started to sizzle. Okay, he was the genius here. He was the mastermind. He had to think of something, some way to turn the wheelchair around, or better yet, stop it. He bit his lip. How come his brain had to freeze in crucial moments like these?

Zillah had no earthly idea why she was even here. Yeah, sure, she wanted to help the kid and all, but this was hardly helping, this was more like suicide. But then again, she could always jump off and forget this event ever happened to her. But where would that leave the other two? How would they get out in time before crashing into World Race 3? They couldn't and for some odd reason, she couldn't either.

"Got any ideas?"

Leigh's heart began to thump, she had no idea how to stop this thing, she broke the brakes and her palms were on fire, how was she to stop this thing? Truthfully, she didn't know, and all of this was because of her stupid guilty conscious of helping a kid she had just met. But that's not why her heart was thumping. The thrill of this event rushed through her veins like hot water. This was something you didn't get to do on thrill rides, this was something that was once in a lifetime. She wanted to prolong that.

"I do." A grin crossed her face. "Just trust me."

Leigh bent down over the wheelchair, ready to grip the wheel as hard as she could. "Does anyone have a glove or something?"

Zillah quickly took off her black and white striped wristband off. "Here, will this do your highness?"

Leigh took it. "Yes my faithful servant." She said quickly as they zoomed into the arcade, coming up on a turn that could send them out of here.

This was the point. Leigh slammed her weight down on the wheel, the wristband partly covering her hands. "LEAN OUTSIDE!" She shouted as everyone leaned to the outside of the turn. "NOW INSIDE!"

Michael's jaw dropped, "That's crazy!"

"NOW!!"

Everyone leaned to the inside now, the wheelchair coming up on one wheel, Kamikaze style, and skidding around the turn, clipping Mortal Combat 2 and screeching out of the arcade and towards a game shop.

They all cheered as shouts from the other people could be heard, trying to say things that were all jumbled.

But one phrase caught Michael's ears. "They are going the same route as those girls before they crashed! Stop them!"

Michael's heart stopped, the same route as the girls took, that's right. The arcade, they went through the arcade just as Naomi and Tiki had done and crashed into a game shop. Michael smiled inwardly. Now he would see what happened to his sister.

"We have to stop!" Leigh cried.

"How numb-brain?!" Zillah shouted back.

"I'll think of something!" Reassured Leigh as they neared the shop.

Michael shook his head. "No you won't." He narrowed his eyes, a flicker of a grin on his lips, as they flew into the game shop, nearing the back room full of newly-made

bookshelves. Michael could see the crash marks from the other wheelchair that had collided in the same spot.

"Why won't we?" Asked Leigh as Michael just shook his head, laughing.

Zillah looked confused. "What are you laughing about twerp?"

Michael closed his eyes and leaned back, the bookshelves but ten feet away. "Someone planned this."

They smashed into the bookshelves with a BANG!! A billow of dust sputtered from the wreak as a wheel came rolling out of the dust.

Now seven were missing.

To Be Continued…

A/N: Soo? Was that a good opening for them? Do you like the choice of characters? I am sorry that not everyone could have their character in. Please forgive me. But those two kinda clicked for this story…seeing how they were so much alike--but so much different at the same time. They type of people that would make good friends or worst enemies or just into each other's faces every five seconds about something…Michael's just there to…well…to 1) Annoy the girls 2)Have drama (remember when I said that Naomi had three brothers? Ah…it's all coming together now…) and 3) Just to have a smart person in the story to come up with ideas…0.o. Wait, I wasn't suppose to say that. Oops.

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