A/N: Thank you so much for all this positive feedback! I really appreciate it!

In return, here's a little bit more of a humorous friend.

Amett Vincezno

Vermont Backroads, 8:03 PM

Amett had always wondered what it would be like to be on an airplane. The idea of being so high up that you could fly over a freaking thunderstorm without knowing a storm was even happening. That was awesome. He had known right away he was going to be traveling when he and his twin sister, Amalia, first received their 'invitation' letter to Camp 10-A.

#1: Invitation turned out to be a bunch of bologna.

#2: The name 'Camp 10-A' was creepy as hell.

Despite the initial frustration, and talks with his family and the police, he was excited. He had brainstormed with Amalia over where this creepy camp could be located. Amalia had said Canada, he guessed space. They both agreed it was far away, so his first thought was that he was finally going to be on an airplane.

Boy, was he wrong.

Their ride was first a train, then essentially a glorified school bus. At least for Amalia that is, since that got separated and put on separate buses once they left the house. He got the freaky prison bus with a bunch of edgy looking kook-buckets chained to the window with a side of nasty inhibitor collars.

Which led to his current situation, no, no. Crisis. Definitely a crisis. Amett forgot about what it felt like to be entertained... and to move... and to feel his leg which had fallen asleep over the past two hours of sitting.

He had resorted to staring at the raindrops which slid down the window, pretending they were apart of a high stakes race. Sometimes they tied, sometimes one of them would win right away... most of the time one would eat the other and then there would only be one competitor which Amett didn't find very fair at all.

That got boring pretty quick.

So he decided to watch Superman fly along side both his bus and the one in front of them. He guessed that was for the good kids or something, that's the one Amalia was put on.

That also got boring.

He huffed quietly and settled back in his seat, his gaze moving up toward the ceiling before traveling downward again to meet a pair of glowing red eyes originating from the girl sitting across from him. Amett offered a hesitant smile, lifting his hand to give a small wave.

"How's it goin'?"

He was met with silence and a murderous glare.

"Nice day, don't you think? I mean rain's kinda dreary but calming, you know?"

More silence.

"What's your name?"

The girl suddenly let out an inhumane hiss and lunged at him, only to be jerked backward by the chains keeping her in her seat. Regardless, Amett let out a terrified squeal and flew backward into the window, laughing awkwardly.

"Th-That's a lovely name."

"Die." The girl sneered viciously.

"Okay." Amett sank further against the window, a horrified expression plastered on his face as he watched the girl scowl in frustration and lean against the window again. And suddenly the sound of amused laughter reached his ears. He frowned and brought his feet up as much as he could to shift on the seat and end up on his knees. He positioned himself carefully to peer over the seat behind him.

The laughter was coming from an alarmingly relaxed looking teenager with icy blue eyes and jet black hair, although he made sure to note the bruising around his left eye. When Amett turned around he stopped laughing and tilted his head.

Amett stared with wide eyes at the boy, watching as he narrowed his eyes and perked a brow. There was a long silence as the two stared at each other, one out of curiosity and one intending to intimidate.

"Boo."

Amett squeaked and ducked behind the seat as the boy suddenly jerked forward slightly, enough to rattle the handcuffs keeping him practically glued to the window and thoroughly spook the younger boy. Amett remained hidden behind the seat until he was vaguely aware of the sound of handcuffs against the window and the sensation of a pair of eyes on him. He slowly peered up to stare into the amused pale blue eyes again, blinking.

"What's a little kindergartener like you doing on the big kid bus?" The teen's voice was mocking, and to be truthful, it sort of irritated Amett.

"I'm nearly fifteen, thank you very much." Amett frowned and suddenly sat up, puffing out his chest a little.

The teen perked a brow and gave him a once over, deepening Amett's frown.

"Mhm."

"I am!"

"You don't act like it, kiddo." The teen disappeared behind the seat and settled back into the corner of his own seat and the window.

"Maybe I like it that way." Amett poked his head over the back of his seat again, staring down at the other boy.

"You won't when you're literally ripped to shreds by Freaky Friday over there." The boy nodded over to the terrifying red-eyed girl who snarled toward the pair.

Amett let out an uncomfortable whimper before glancing back at the person who probably scared him the least on the bus.

"Actually, she said her name was HissSSsSsSRRrrrrrhhg.." Amett made an attempt to mimic the girl's horrific hissing noises, which elicited a snort of amusement from the black-haired boy and another snarl from the girl. "What's yours?"

The boy hesitated a moment then glanced out the window casually.

"Winston."

"Cool! I'm Amett.. Hey what happened to your eye?"

The boy, now identified as Winston, scrunched up his nose slightly.

"None of your business. Now sit down and shut it before someone tears your head off."

Amett frowned once again, shrinking back a little and sliding back into his seat.

Rude.

Silence once again fell over the bus, prompting Amett to shift a little bit in his seat impatiently. They had been driving for hours. He didn't understand why they wouldn't have taken a plane, or why they separated him from his sister. These people looked like criminals... and they were mean. They were handcuffed for goodness sake, he didn't belong here. He was 123.9% not a criminal.

Then realization hit him like a truck.

Maybe he was a criminal. He went to court one time, on accident, well not on accident, he totally did it on purpose. But he thought he was doing the right thing.

All he did was jumpstart his principal's car. Or rather... he tried to.. It was in the middle of winter, the engine stalled in the middle of the school parking lot, and well, the old geezer didn't really like any of the students as far as he could tell so he was just grumping and being awful and all that. Amett naturally thought he might be able to help, jumpstarting was sort of his thing.

So, he just kinda.. went up to the car, used both hands and channeled enough electricity to jumpstart a rocket ship. Which... now looking back on it was probably a bit too much. The car looked like a french fry in a matter of seconds and the principal wasn't exactly the nicest about it, he took him to court and everything which was lame.

But it got settled eventually and he thought that it wasn't going to go on his record or anything. After all, he did it to try to help, it just kind of... backfired a little bit... well a lot a bit.. but he had good intentions. And now he was stuck on the Creep-Mobile with Freaky Friday and Angsty Winston with a mysterious black eye.

That's what trying to be a good guy does for you. Not that Amett would have it any other way but... he kinda wanted it literally any other way. It was a mistake, he knew it, but it was a scary one. He at least wanted off of the bus and to be with his sister in the other bus in front of them, or to know where they were going. He was sure they had to be miles and miles from home because of the sheer amount of trees and how cold the window felt.

He and Amalia had been some of the first people on the buses which had picked them up from the train station in Central City. Coming from Nevada, he hadn't really seen too many trees save for the few they passed on the train before heading into the Great Plains region. Now there were tons. He really had only seen dense forests like the one outside his window in movies and shows, hardly ever in real life. They were nice in the day time, but heck was it creepy at night. It reminded him of some of the few horror movies he'd seen where people would enter a dark forest and not come back out the same.. if at all.

A shiver ran down his spine as he thought of all the monsters and creatures and ghosties that could be lurking within the tall trees. Then his blood ran cold as he thought of all the monsters that were seated all around him on the bus... Freaky Friday...

The girl hadn't stopped staring at him since their first enlightening conversation, and the eyes were quite unsettling. He could only think of how the time would go by so much quicker if he was with his sister and making new friends on the other... not so scary bus. Laughing and joking and being carefree without worrying about a red-eyed girl eating your soul... Could she do that? She looked like she could.

Amett frowned and shrank into the corner of his seat, drawing his knees up to his chest. The handcuffs only allowing him to go so far as he hugged them closer, giving another small shiver.

All he could do was wonder and hope if the actual camp would be better than this.