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A/N: Please review. I need to know if any one's still reading this!
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CH10
"So, what did the police say?" Molly demanded the next morning. While Irene was calling the day before, Molly had drifted off to sleep. Now she was desperate to know.
"Well, they weren't to thrilled that another one was lost," Irene answered.
"Is that it? Didn't they say anything else?"
"Ya, they said that unlike with Fi, we could help."
"How?"
"Well, since Clu took his cell with him, we can see if we can get ahold of him. That's all they really said, besides asking me imformation about Clu."
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Jack and Carey were in their room. Jack lay on the top bunk, Carey on his bed. Their eyes were closed, but they weren't asleep. They both were thinking about the last few days, it almost seemed unreal. Jack and Carey had tried their best to convince themselves that it was a dream. Their best wasn't good enough.
"Carey?"
"Ya?"
"Do you remember about, five days ago, when we talked abou Clu possibly liking Fi?"
"Ya, I remember. How could I not."
"Remember how I said I wasn't sure that he liked her?" Carey disn't say anything. He din't know where this was going. Jack continued anyway, "Well are you sure that Clu isn't just missing her as a friend?"
"Did the poem Clu mumbled have the word love in it?"
"Ya."
"Then that's your answere."
Carey had finally decided that everything would turn out as it should. That Clu would come back with Fi. He knew that the universe would be kind to them, and not take another soul away fropm the Phillips family. upon that, Carey had decided not to go worrying all over this. Some one had to be not insane with worry. All this showed in his all too calm voice.
To Jack, it seemed like Carey didn't care if his sister, or his brother, came out alive. It angered Jack. It made him feel hatred toward Carey. He should Care, Jack thought. His worried exspression changed to anger. He rolled to the side of the bunk, looking out over the edge, staring daggers at Carey. Carey still was staring mindlessly at the ceiling.
"You just don't care, do you?" Jack asked spitefully.
"Huh?" Carey replied, slightly confused.
"You heard me."
"What do you mean, I care."
"Oh yeah?" Challenged Jack.
"Yeah," replied Carey, rather anoyed at Jack. How dare he say that he didn't care. How dare he.
"You probally wouldn't care if they NEVER found Clu," Jack shouted as he got off the bunk. "I bet, it wouldn't bother you if they found him dead. Or if Fi was found dead too."
Carey got up, standing face too face with Jack, angered exspression on huis face. "How dare you say that," he spat.
"It's true."
That was the last straw. With all his force, Carey pushed Jack, making him fall back, hitting his head on the metal bars of the bunk bed, landing on the floor with a loud thump. He was out cold. Carey hadn't relized what he had done until he had done it, but he didn't regret it. Jack deseverved what he got.
Now the Irene and Molly came rushing in. They took one look at Carey, and one look at Jack. They didn't ask what happened. It was obvious. Irene glared at Carey, wanting to yell at him, but for some reson she couldn't. All she could do was shake her head, she was shocked. Carey had never resported to violence. She thought she had raised him better than that.
Molly rushed over to Jack's side. She shook him a few times. "Jack, Jack," Molly said, trying to wake him. "Jack!" She stroked his forehead a few times. Finally Jack woke. A second later her, before Molly knew what was happening, he through himself at Carey. First they just wresteled, but then fists started to fly. Irene and Molly tried to stop them, screaming, pulling, but they were no match for their strong sons.
Ned, who had been asleep up untill now, stormed into the room. "What is all the noise about?!" He demanded, then he saw Carey and Jack punching each other. Ned tried to pull them apart, but they kept fighting. Then, using his full strength, he pulled Carey away from Jack. Ned stood between the two angry boys. Carey tried to go again at Jack, but Ned kept him back. He put his arms out, as if to asist him in keeping them apart. His body was tense, ready to do anything. He glared at Carey, then at Jack. They both had their balled fists up near their chests, ready to punch, breathing hard. Slowly, their fists resigned to their sides.
Ned relaxed a bit, thinking they had stopped. He was wrong. Dodging to the right side of Ned, they both resumed their free for all match. Ned tried to stop them, but this time they were too storng, too quick, and he was too tiered. Molly and Irene tried to help, but it seemed that they were better at screaming at the boy's to stop.
Finally, without actually talking to eachother, the adults figured out a way to make them stop that might work. Gathering all their strength, Ned grabed Carey from behind. Carey styruggled to get free, but it was ussless. The two women grabed Jack's arms, and when Jack relized that he wasn't getting free, he stopped stuggling.
The two boy's stared at each other, blood dripping from their noses, staining their shirts. Their faces were buised, and their eyes were black. Their loud breathing could be heard in the silence of the room.
"What wr-" Ned was cut off as Carey lurched at Jack. He only sucseeded in getting a second of freedome howevver; Ned had had quickly grabed him, and again, he was held back.
"What's wrong with you two?" Ned demanded. He didn't get ananswere. Instead. Carey riped himself away from his father, running off the bus. Ned ran after him.
"Jack," it was Molly's soft voice. Irene and her were still holding on to him, holding him back even though Carey was gone. They were afaid he would go after him. "Mind telling us what happened?"
Jack didn't say anything. Instead, he remained staring at the spot where Carey had once been, still he was breathing hard. The anger was still inside him. He wanted to go after Carey, to finish where he left off.
"Jack, answere me Jack." Molly's voice was more demandant this time. Still, Jack did not answere. What was he supposed to say? That he had pretty much started it? His mom would be so pissed at him. Not to mention Irene. Oh no. It was better to let them find out on their own.
Jack didn't want to stay here, in this room. Too many angry moms. Unexspectedly, he broke away form his mom and Irene. Before they knew what was happening, he was out the door. They went after him, half exspecting him to be headed toward Carey, where ever he was. Instead, Jack went straight into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Irene asked Molly if she thought it would be okay if she went looking for Carey and Ned. Mabe she could get him to tell her what happened. Molly told her that it would be better if she stayed. Ned was with Carey anyway. He wouldn't need any help, and if Jack decided to go on a rampage, Molly would need her help. So Irene stayed.
Irene went into the community room and sat down on the couch. She pulled out a book, and waited for Carey and ned to return.
Molly sat on the bed in Jack's room, waiting for him to come out. She would get to the bottom of this.
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Jack stood in the bathroom, looking at the reflection of himself in the mirror. His nose was bleading, he noticed, and his right eye was totally black. His other eye was just bruised, the bruises also patched his face, probaly on the rest his body too. Though Jack was badly beaten up, he didn't feal any phiscal pain. He only felt anger. He was angry at Carey, for not caring. At Clu, for going after Fi. Even at Fi, for getting on the plane. To top it off on the anger list was Annie, for not putting up enough fight to stay, and finally at her parents, for taking her.
That was why he had made Carey attack him. He was just another thing that made him angry. He was so loaded up on anger it was like a drug, a drug that made him aven angrier, that made it so he could fight without noticing the pain. Now Jack had yaet another thing to add to the list, himself. He almost laughed.
The pain that Jack once could not feel stopped him. He groaned from all the pain that suddenly hit him. His right arm, in particular, seered with pain. He took off his torn shirt. Or at least he tried. When he moved his right arm he fell to the ground, the pain past unbearable. Jack wailed, and started crying.
Molly heard him and rushed to the bathroom. Fortunatlly the door was unlocked. She came in and was at Jack's side in point five seconds flat. Irene stood at the door.
"Jack, Jack honey. What's wrong?" All the anger in her was replaced by concern. She had never heard Jack make a sound like that before. Jack didn't answere her question though. Molly noticed Jack was cradling his arm.
Molly got up. "I think it's his arm," she told Irene. "Reaching into her pocket she pulled out th car keys. Handing them to Irene she said, "go start up the car."
Irene left. Molly droped to Jack's side. "Honey, Jack. Come on, get up. Here I'll help." Still crying, Jack let his mom help him up. But when he put weight on his left ankle, he almost fell from pain again. Luckily, Molly caught him. Jack put his left arm around his mom, using her like a cructh. They walked to the car like that.
Once at the rented car, Molly helped her son in. Molly got in the passenger seat. They were about to leave when they heard a loud gruff, "WAIT!" They turned to see Ned and Carey walking toward them.
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On the way to the hospital, Ned drove, Irene sat in the passenger seat, and Molly sat in between Carey, who was on her right, and Jack, who was on the left. They didn't want to take the chance of them fighting again, though neither of them were in a very good state. Ned had told them that it was Carey's right arm that was hurting most, which was opposite of Jack.
They were both crying, though, Molly noticed that both the boys had drifted of to sleep. How they could sleep through the pain, she'd never know.
A/N: I'm going to be mean. I'm going to make you wait for CH11. If it's not up today, it'll be a week, since I'm going on vacation. Oh, and BTW, that little box down there, you know what it's for. Use it.
A/N: Please review. I need to know if any one's still reading this!
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CH10
"So, what did the police say?" Molly demanded the next morning. While Irene was calling the day before, Molly had drifted off to sleep. Now she was desperate to know.
"Well, they weren't to thrilled that another one was lost," Irene answered.
"Is that it? Didn't they say anything else?"
"Ya, they said that unlike with Fi, we could help."
"How?"
"Well, since Clu took his cell with him, we can see if we can get ahold of him. That's all they really said, besides asking me imformation about Clu."
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Jack and Carey were in their room. Jack lay on the top bunk, Carey on his bed. Their eyes were closed, but they weren't asleep. They both were thinking about the last few days, it almost seemed unreal. Jack and Carey had tried their best to convince themselves that it was a dream. Their best wasn't good enough.
"Carey?"
"Ya?"
"Do you remember about, five days ago, when we talked abou Clu possibly liking Fi?"
"Ya, I remember. How could I not."
"Remember how I said I wasn't sure that he liked her?" Carey disn't say anything. He din't know where this was going. Jack continued anyway, "Well are you sure that Clu isn't just missing her as a friend?"
"Did the poem Clu mumbled have the word love in it?"
"Ya."
"Then that's your answere."
Carey had finally decided that everything would turn out as it should. That Clu would come back with Fi. He knew that the universe would be kind to them, and not take another soul away fropm the Phillips family. upon that, Carey had decided not to go worrying all over this. Some one had to be not insane with worry. All this showed in his all too calm voice.
To Jack, it seemed like Carey didn't care if his sister, or his brother, came out alive. It angered Jack. It made him feel hatred toward Carey. He should Care, Jack thought. His worried exspression changed to anger. He rolled to the side of the bunk, looking out over the edge, staring daggers at Carey. Carey still was staring mindlessly at the ceiling.
"You just don't care, do you?" Jack asked spitefully.
"Huh?" Carey replied, slightly confused.
"You heard me."
"What do you mean, I care."
"Oh yeah?" Challenged Jack.
"Yeah," replied Carey, rather anoyed at Jack. How dare he say that he didn't care. How dare he.
"You probally wouldn't care if they NEVER found Clu," Jack shouted as he got off the bunk. "I bet, it wouldn't bother you if they found him dead. Or if Fi was found dead too."
Carey got up, standing face too face with Jack, angered exspression on huis face. "How dare you say that," he spat.
"It's true."
That was the last straw. With all his force, Carey pushed Jack, making him fall back, hitting his head on the metal bars of the bunk bed, landing on the floor with a loud thump. He was out cold. Carey hadn't relized what he had done until he had done it, but he didn't regret it. Jack deseverved what he got.
Now the Irene and Molly came rushing in. They took one look at Carey, and one look at Jack. They didn't ask what happened. It was obvious. Irene glared at Carey, wanting to yell at him, but for some reson she couldn't. All she could do was shake her head, she was shocked. Carey had never resported to violence. She thought she had raised him better than that.
Molly rushed over to Jack's side. She shook him a few times. "Jack, Jack," Molly said, trying to wake him. "Jack!" She stroked his forehead a few times. Finally Jack woke. A second later her, before Molly knew what was happening, he through himself at Carey. First they just wresteled, but then fists started to fly. Irene and Molly tried to stop them, screaming, pulling, but they were no match for their strong sons.
Ned, who had been asleep up untill now, stormed into the room. "What is all the noise about?!" He demanded, then he saw Carey and Jack punching each other. Ned tried to pull them apart, but they kept fighting. Then, using his full strength, he pulled Carey away from Jack. Ned stood between the two angry boys. Carey tried to go again at Jack, but Ned kept him back. He put his arms out, as if to asist him in keeping them apart. His body was tense, ready to do anything. He glared at Carey, then at Jack. They both had their balled fists up near their chests, ready to punch, breathing hard. Slowly, their fists resigned to their sides.
Ned relaxed a bit, thinking they had stopped. He was wrong. Dodging to the right side of Ned, they both resumed their free for all match. Ned tried to stop them, but this time they were too storng, too quick, and he was too tiered. Molly and Irene tried to help, but it seemed that they were better at screaming at the boy's to stop.
Finally, without actually talking to eachother, the adults figured out a way to make them stop that might work. Gathering all their strength, Ned grabed Carey from behind. Carey styruggled to get free, but it was ussless. The two women grabed Jack's arms, and when Jack relized that he wasn't getting free, he stopped stuggling.
The two boy's stared at each other, blood dripping from their noses, staining their shirts. Their faces were buised, and their eyes were black. Their loud breathing could be heard in the silence of the room.
"What wr-" Ned was cut off as Carey lurched at Jack. He only sucseeded in getting a second of freedome howevver; Ned had had quickly grabed him, and again, he was held back.
"What's wrong with you two?" Ned demanded. He didn't get ananswere. Instead. Carey riped himself away from his father, running off the bus. Ned ran after him.
"Jack," it was Molly's soft voice. Irene and her were still holding on to him, holding him back even though Carey was gone. They were afaid he would go after him. "Mind telling us what happened?"
Jack didn't say anything. Instead, he remained staring at the spot where Carey had once been, still he was breathing hard. The anger was still inside him. He wanted to go after Carey, to finish where he left off.
"Jack, answere me Jack." Molly's voice was more demandant this time. Still, Jack did not answere. What was he supposed to say? That he had pretty much started it? His mom would be so pissed at him. Not to mention Irene. Oh no. It was better to let them find out on their own.
Jack didn't want to stay here, in this room. Too many angry moms. Unexspectedly, he broke away form his mom and Irene. Before they knew what was happening, he was out the door. They went after him, half exspecting him to be headed toward Carey, where ever he was. Instead, Jack went straight into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Irene asked Molly if she thought it would be okay if she went looking for Carey and Ned. Mabe she could get him to tell her what happened. Molly told her that it would be better if she stayed. Ned was with Carey anyway. He wouldn't need any help, and if Jack decided to go on a rampage, Molly would need her help. So Irene stayed.
Irene went into the community room and sat down on the couch. She pulled out a book, and waited for Carey and ned to return.
Molly sat on the bed in Jack's room, waiting for him to come out. She would get to the bottom of this.
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Jack stood in the bathroom, looking at the reflection of himself in the mirror. His nose was bleading, he noticed, and his right eye was totally black. His other eye was just bruised, the bruises also patched his face, probaly on the rest his body too. Though Jack was badly beaten up, he didn't feal any phiscal pain. He only felt anger. He was angry at Carey, for not caring. At Clu, for going after Fi. Even at Fi, for getting on the plane. To top it off on the anger list was Annie, for not putting up enough fight to stay, and finally at her parents, for taking her.
That was why he had made Carey attack him. He was just another thing that made him angry. He was so loaded up on anger it was like a drug, a drug that made him aven angrier, that made it so he could fight without noticing the pain. Now Jack had yaet another thing to add to the list, himself. He almost laughed.
The pain that Jack once could not feel stopped him. He groaned from all the pain that suddenly hit him. His right arm, in particular, seered with pain. He took off his torn shirt. Or at least he tried. When he moved his right arm he fell to the ground, the pain past unbearable. Jack wailed, and started crying.
Molly heard him and rushed to the bathroom. Fortunatlly the door was unlocked. She came in and was at Jack's side in point five seconds flat. Irene stood at the door.
"Jack, Jack honey. What's wrong?" All the anger in her was replaced by concern. She had never heard Jack make a sound like that before. Jack didn't answere her question though. Molly noticed Jack was cradling his arm.
Molly got up. "I think it's his arm," she told Irene. "Reaching into her pocket she pulled out th car keys. Handing them to Irene she said, "go start up the car."
Irene left. Molly droped to Jack's side. "Honey, Jack. Come on, get up. Here I'll help." Still crying, Jack let his mom help him up. But when he put weight on his left ankle, he almost fell from pain again. Luckily, Molly caught him. Jack put his left arm around his mom, using her like a cructh. They walked to the car like that.
Once at the rented car, Molly helped her son in. Molly got in the passenger seat. They were about to leave when they heard a loud gruff, "WAIT!" They turned to see Ned and Carey walking toward them.
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On the way to the hospital, Ned drove, Irene sat in the passenger seat, and Molly sat in between Carey, who was on her right, and Jack, who was on the left. They didn't want to take the chance of them fighting again, though neither of them were in a very good state. Ned had told them that it was Carey's right arm that was hurting most, which was opposite of Jack.
They were both crying, though, Molly noticed that both the boys had drifted of to sleep. How they could sleep through the pain, she'd never know.
A/N: I'm going to be mean. I'm going to make you wait for CH11. If it's not up today, it'll be a week, since I'm going on vacation. Oh, and BTW, that little box down there, you know what it's for. Use it.