I accidently deleted the first two chapters of this story. What can I say, I'm ignorant and a klutz. I guess if you've been reading the story since I started updating it's not a huge problem, but if someone just started it, like, today, they'd be really kind of confused maybe. So if you did just start reading since the begining of 2012 and you are confused send me a PM and I'll see if I can explain what happened during those chapters.

-shrug-

RatchetPOV

AyrePOV

"If you come any closer, Handsome, your girlfriend dies."

"Dear Child, stranger things have happened."

"You wont kill me."

"I don't have to."

I woke up gasping for breath still laying on the back of the gritty semi. My heart thudded so hard against my chest plate I thought for sure it would push it off like a door and flop out of my chest. I curled my legs up close to my chest andwrapped my arms around them, remembering my dream, the voices were slightly sing song, but were cold as steel; completely merciless. They weren't voices my brain was imagining, thinking, or piecing other voices I've heard together to make them sound realistic. No. These were voices I have never heard, nothing my brain could have pieced together. It was unnerving.

I shook it off and looked around, it was foggy, I couldn't see farther than 20 feet. But, I could see an imense amount of traffic and some large buildings. I took that oppurtunity to hiss some words that your grandmother would frown upon. More people equals more people to see me equals a bigger chance of me getting caught. So like any other insanely stupid person with an iminent death wish, I crawled to the underside of the truck. I can't even explain how hard it was to get down there, and stay there for an hour no less.

When the truck finally stopped, I had barely gotten out from under the truck when a gruff, deep voice with a heavy southern twang shouted, "The hell'ja get under there, lil' missy?" I looked over to see a beefy guy with a handlebar mustache glaring at me.

I crawl out from under the disgusting truck and whimper, trying to look as pathetic and scared as I could, "M'sorry, sir. I ran away from home, last time you stopped I crawled under there and just hung on. I - um - need to get to my grandmother's house." The easy lie sounded like a question

"Ah well where do you reckon your maa'ma lives?" He asked, amazingly not telling me how much trouble I am in, or would be in if that story wasn't I blatant lie.

"Arizona." I say quickly, that's how I get back to docter Martienez's

"M'kay, well here-" Get this, the man reached into his pocket and forked over a hundred dollar bill "Take that and go buy a map and there should be a hotel room for cheap nearby yuh could rest in 'till morn'. If yuh bring back the change, I 'll drive yuh ter yer Gramma's house muhself." He said patting me on the shoulder.

I suppressed a fox smile, EASY. I nodded and ran around the corner as fast as I could because I am so not giving the money back.

I saw a sign that really, truly, extremely frustrated me.

There was the motel, on top of the map store, which was in the back of one of those nerdy magic stores with 'action figures' in them.

I groaned and ran into the magic store. I was almost to the back door that led to the magic store when I ran into a wall.

That wall; I quickly discovered was not a wall, but the store manager. Who by the way looked more like the buff surfer type than the... nerdy... geeky... dorkoid who spends all of his time as a magic shop.

"God!" He cried out in surprise

"Oh, no I go by Ayre." I muttered "Sorry,"

"Ah no, I apologize, because my boss, the guy who runs this place: total loon. Just pick a card when he tells you or... dentures hurt." He said

"Robin!" I throaty voice said from the back room.

Robin? As in Robin Hood? Wow..

"Yes!" The store manager guy; Robin said

Suddenly, before I could slink my way into the map store a wrinkly bag of bones appeared in front of me. He was probably 3,000 years old, he had a gross droppy nose and sagging skin, he had a mischievious smile that showed he felt youthful enough to run a nerdy magic store. "Pick a card. Fortune or misfortune? Just a card away..." He croaked with a distinguishable irish accent

I sighed and lifted a card from the pile. On the card was... a moving picture? What? It was a magnifying glass, no, a microscope. Under the microscope, as in through the lense, was a different scene entirely. I saw a telescope in a mountain, much like the one I had been in at the cave, it was trained at the moon and it teetered back and forth occaisionally. It got weirder I saw a girl walk up to the telescope I didn't see her face, but after she looked up for a moment I saw her she looked sort of like me, but she had curly red hair that was surprisingly well maintained. The girl looked up from the telescope, I am crazy so I am SURE she made eye contact with me, when she did recognition spread across her determined face and a dark smile played on the corners of her mouth.

The old man snatched the card out of my grasp and examined it, "Clairvoyancy? Ah," He said, sounding satisfied,

"Clairvoyant? As in being able to see the future?" I scoffed incredulously

"Mhmm..."

"You are one crazy old man!" I exclaimed, practically laughing from the sheer randomness of this situation. A teenage girl with wings walks into a magic store to get a map and an old man dressed like a wizard harasses her. Yeah I doubt you've heard that one.

And yet, the old man gave me a knowing stare, "Dear child, stranger things have happened." He- The way he said that merged with the voice who said it in my dream making it sound silvery and sing songy. "Ayre, I think you know better than others that things as strange as this have already been."

I selfconsciously stepped back away from him, does he know about my wings? How could he possibly know. No, he doesn't know. He's just a few cards short of a full deck.

Suddenly his face became frightened, he was staring out the window behind me, "Oh shoo, that's enough for you. You can't be here, you don't want her to find you." Before I could react the old man had spun me around and thrown me out the back door into the map store. I did, however, catch a glimpse of what he had been staring at.

He had been staring at a girl, the same girl who had been on the card. Same height as me, same grey eyes, same sharp complexion that is evil looking one way or another. But the girl had curly dark red hair and she was less scrawny. As if she gets enough nutrition, sleep, etc. She had made eye contact with me. She had been staring at me.

She had been following me.

Once I grabbed the map I needed I took it to the counter and flipped down a five dollar bill. The girl at the corner turned around, it was the same girl who had been watching me through the magic store window. 'Hello, My name is SAVANNAH' was on the name tag. But I'd had my ass kicked enough times to know that that ain't her name.

The girl snapped her gum, looking smug as if she had just won $10,000, "May I help you?" She asked the grin growing

"Who are you?"

The girl stared at the floor and snapped her gum again "Scarlett,"

"Why are you following me?"

The girl blinked as if she had just been accused of something she hadn't done, "Oh, well, let's just say all of my friends are following all of your friends. You call it following, I call it HQ has a rifle trained at your skull."

I took a deep breath, trying to understand why she would threaten me so openly. "That. Isn't. Why."

"You're right it isn't." She said

"Are you going to tell me?" I said feeling like a 7 year old who wanted a lollipop

Scarlett sighed "I'm going to kill you."

"You're not one to beat around the bush are you?" I muttered rolling my eyes

"Nope."

"You wont kill me."

"I don't have to."

There it was again, words people said in my dream mixing with the voices that are actually saying them. It sounds amazing yet scary.

Suddenly, I strong arm was around my neck from behind, strangling me. Then a fist came out of nowhere and made a not-so -pleasant contact with my face. I fell to the ground like a ragdoll and helplessly felt my wrists bound together. I was picked up, barely consious and forced to walk a hand on my shoulder directing me.

"Let's get a bit less informal!" Scarlett announced and shoved me against the wall, the two guys who assaulted me flanked her, "This is Anthony and Jacob, they are my assault team. Anthony, Jacob, this is Ayre... Project 1." She got close to my face about to talk, I mustered an ounce of strength and used telekinesis to shove her away.

She fell on her back 5 feet away looking confused, "Oh, nice try!" She said and fished through her pocket looking for something. She smiled and pulled out something small, heavy, and metal. The pointed it at me and pressed a button.

I felt the familir burn of an electricution on my forearm.

When I opened my eyes I saw that I was in a car with the back seats torn out so that you could see me in a cage in the trunk from the front seat. My mouth was accutely duct taped and my wrists and ankles were bound with rough canvas, I was on my back with my head bumping against the floor.I must have grunted in pain because Scarlett squealed "Yes, she's awake! We're almost half way to Arizona. Murder isn't fun unless it goes out in a massacre!" If my lips hadn't been ductaped shut, I would have cried out in shock that anyone could be so cruel, so... blunt.

I felt my that my pockets were empty. My switchblade, gone. My iPhone, gone. My sharpie, gone. The poetry from Ratchet, gone. The fact that I had lost a weapon was particularly disturbing. These kids are my age but they wont hesitate to slit a baby's throat from what I can tell.

Scarlett leaned over and whispered something in Anthony's ear, it was in italian, "Tagliare le tempie." Anthony begun to crawl into the back seat, I see the glint of a knife and he lifts it out of his pocket. I pressed it against my temple hard. All I could do was wince and cry as he sliced my head with the fine blade. He then shoved me over and cut my other temple. I was unable to register where more pain was coming from, but I could see the thick pool of my crimson blood forming where it had slipped off my forehead. Neasus swept over me at the overwelming smell of the sticky red blood.

"Shit! Anothony! I didn't tell you to kill her!" Scarlett shrieked, If duct tape wasn't trying to make out with my mouth right now I would have laughed at the irony of the thing she said, but she meant it, I heard a thump and could tell she punched Anthony.

Wow, my life is sucky. That is an understatement worthy of legal punishment.

When I woke up, I could feel the Scarlett was staring down at me over Anthony's body, I don't want to believe he's dead but... there's a lot of blood. I don't know if she would kill part of her own assault team. "Good you're awake, thought I'd give you an interesting piece of information I figured out from scrolling through the contacts on your phone. I am the recent ex girlfriend of someone in your flock, Fang's Gang, I wont tell you who it is, you'll find out. You won't be happy either, then we'll kill you. We don't do emotional torture. We're not angsty like that." She laughed and turned back to the wheel still grinning, "Almost there!" She sang

...

If she had dated someone from Fang's Gang, that means either Fang, Holden, ... or Ratchet. Fang had a filled out backstory so that only leaves Holden and Ratchet. I can't even think about that, I just want someone to explain that away. I can't imagine either of them dating that witch. I don't want to imagine either of them dating that witch.

RatchetPOV

"Which direction did she fly, Ratchet?"

The dry sand blew around the vast expance of the desert, the ground beneath out feet cracked begging for moisture that hasn't come in nearly 5 months. Holden is trying to help me find Ayre.

"Um." I spun around trying to picutre where she went, spinning my finger as if it helped. I finally pointed over my shoulder "North west."

What's the point? A small evil part of me wondered She'll have flown to far away, she might not even be in North America...

"You sure?" he asked

"Ish..." I sighed "We should check in that area though, in case she fell or something." I didn't sound confident, Holden could tell this was a lost cause. But still we walked ever slowly in the direction.

"We should check around those rock formations and-"

The sound of a chainsaw came ripping through the desert, loud as if it were right next to my ear. A huge plume of dust piled up and surged toward us. I covered my face with my sweatshirt and tried to make sense of what I saw. Then, a purplish car zoomed out of the dust and came to a dangerous yet expertly handled swerving stop.

A girl with hauntingly familiar curly red tendrils of hair stepped out of the car.

"Scarlett?" I gawked in shock, disgust, hatred, and the like. She seemed to survey me from head to toe

"Oh, you are going to love this." She said, with her, I know, someone is about to get hurt. She offered a laugh totally at my expense and pulled someone out of the car.

Ayre.

"Ayre!" I cry out running forward, she barely seems consious, but she's there.

"Woah, there!" A brutish thug of a guy stepped in front of me and jabbed me in the chest with his fingers, stopping me in my tracks.

I run around him and stop instantly, Scarlett grabbs a fistful of Ayre's hair and yanks her head back, she hovers a five inch long blade over Ayre's defensless neck with anticipation, "If you come any closer, Handsome, your girlfriend dies." Scarlett says meeting my eyes as if she has no shame. My hand flinches wanting to throw myself at Scarlett and pummel her to the ground. "I don't think you understand." She states, I realized I am giving her full control, "I have a knife to this girl's throat, She's going to die. Stay right damn where you are unless you want to die first!"

I noticed Holden come up behind me, we turn around on the hope that they won't put a bullet in out heads.

"What do we do?" He asked, as he cracked his knuckles, he's ready for action.

"I don't know. Do you think they'd let us run back and get the flocks?"

"Why would they?" Holden said scorfully "Hey, how did you know that red head's name?"

"Scarlett? Uhh long story." I muttered staring at the ground, "But how do we get Ayre back? I am not gonna watch her kill Ayre. NO WAY."

"No duhr, Sherlock."

Scarlett loudly cleared her throat from behind us "Tick tock, boys. Secrets don't make friends!"

I quickly whispered the plan to Holden and turned back to Scarlett, I tried to pretend like he hadn't just run away from a developing crime.

Scarlett noticed, though. In reaction, she spun Ayre around so I could see her back and her hands were tied together. Scarlett moved the knife down and slit each of Ayres' palms of her hands. I restrained myself from killing Scarlett because if I move she'll kill Ayre. I bit my lips to hold in cries as Ayre's blood slowly stained the desert sand.

Scarlett flipped her back around again, I could see her face, her eyes were clenched but she looked exhausted and pale.

Hurry up, Holden. Hurry up.

Oh, give me the beat boys

and free my soul

I wanna get lost in your rock and roll

and drift away

Sorry... I'm still rocking out to whatever that year is... I LOVE that song.

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