Point of View:
SKETCHY**************************************************
"Fine Normal, I'm going I'm going!"
After mumbling under my breath about what I thought he should do with those bip
bip bips I headed out the door, with my bike by my side, hopping on it as I
left the building
Great,
Fogle towers. About 2 miles from here and its mostly uphill. And to top it off,
Herbal is out cold, Max is just GONE, and so is Original Cindy! What is up with
this?
After
about 20 minutes of uphill riding. and getting lost, I find the towers.. and
damn, they are nice! Almost worth the b!tch of a ride that it took to get
here... but since I don't live here I quickly reminded myself that it wasn't
worth it.
I
get to the door, and this package was moderately heavy for being so small, and
of course it's for the top floor, which would be typical for Normal to assign
me.. damn I'm getting sick of him! bip bip bip.. I think he can take that bip
bip bip, shine it up real nice.. turn it side ways and.. well, a man in a
wheelchair answered the door, and he signed for the package. Logan Cale. Very
neat and legible handwriting I might add, considering the penthouse looked just
about trashed to hell. kind of odd for the place to be so trashy for being so
nice looking on the outside.. weird
He
immediately closes the door, kind of rude about it I might add, but what do you
expect from these penthouse dwelling types? I get back on my bike, and coast
downhill back to jam pony, where Herbal is still out cold, no one is back, and
Normal is bipping his @ss off!
Point of View:
JACE**************************************************
Lil
Max is so peaceful when she sleeps. I really want Max to see what a beautiful
kid she is. Her cheeks are so soft, I guess it is the little things that a mum
notices.
Okay,
it's time to move.
Damn,
I'm stiff. Looking out the boarded-up window, it is pretty busy outside. I
better get lost in the crowd.
Out
of stealth mode Jace...it's time to...fit in. At least lil' Max is not crying
her eyes out. Down and out of this alley, back at these damn phone booths.
This
Original Cindy person better be there...what the hell? That guy I knocked out is
comin' down the street, I don't want to have to fend off a crowd, I better
go...
Damn
lil' Max, not now! He's seen me, it's time to run...sh*t...
Point of View: DET
SUNG**************************************************
This
is crazy.
I
have to get these kids off the streets, and contact Logan, wherever he is.
I
watch from my car as a young girl runs past my door yelling 'let's move,
Lydecker isn't far!"
This,
drug, seems to of affected everybody, not just these kids, but adults...
I
see a couple of men, in their late 30's about to tear each other apart.
"Back
up, section 5, two adult males"
I
get out of the car and run over to the fight scene.
"LYDECKER
SCUM!" One guy screamed at the other and ripped his coat.
"GET
OFF IT SOLDIER!" The other said, and was about to knock him out when I
grabbed him.
I
cuff one of them quickly and duck as the other one tries to drag me away so he
can finish the job.
"WHAT
THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! GET BACK SOLIDER!"
"Look,
calm down! Or I will arrest you!" I yell at the uncuffed guy.
I
pull my cuffed guy away as my backup arrive to deal with the rowdy 'Zack' as he
now was yelling at me.
I
pull the male into the back of a squad car and knock him out for good measure.
"Damn
this!"
I
flip open my cell phone and call Logan on his phone.
"I
hope he has anymore information on this..." I mutter.
Point of View: ORIGINAL
CINDY********************************************
Kendra
and I were digging around the kitchen trying to find something to feed all the
hungry killing machines that were wandering around. "You know what,"
Kendra said as she opened yet another empty cupboard. "We should have told
Max's brother to pick up some food. There is nothing here."
"LOGAN!" I shout, annoyed. "You'd think with all your money you'd
keep this place stocked up!"
Kendra and I smiled when they heard Max and Logan's muffled laughter float out
of the bedroom. It was a good sound, them being happy. "I'm sorry,
Original Cindy" Logan called back sarcastically. "I forgot to use my
psychic powers to look into the future and see that we'd have about a dozen
people ending up here. My most sincere apologizes."
I was just about to hit Logan with my sure fire comeback of 'Screw Yourself'
when their was an sudden shrilling that made Kendra, the dark haired girl who
just got here who was now wondering around the cabin, and me all jump about
four inches off the ground.
It took them a second to realize that they weren't getting bombed, shot at, or
attacked, for once.
It
was a phone.
I looked over and saw Logan's cell phone as the culprit to the intrusion.
"Want me to get it, Wheel Boy?"
"Please."
I flipped open the cover and hit the talk button. Who cares if it is Logan's
phone, and since I now know that he is the elusive Eyes-Only, could be some
important person or whatever. No reason for Original Cindy to lose the flavor.
"Ye-ah"
I say, stretching out the word into two syllables.
"Who is this?" A male voice asked annoyed.
"Who is *this*?" I ask back equally rude.
"Where is Logan? Why do you have his cell phone?" The man asked
suspiciously.
"Logan is currently busy." Getting busy with Max that is, I add
silently. "Can I ask who this is? Or is that going to violate homeboy's
vow to mystery?"
"What do you mean busy? What have you done with him? Who are you? What do
you want?" The man ask frantically.
"I haven't done anything! And again we flip around? Who is *this*? What do
*you* want?"
Logan rolled into the room a moment later, raising an eyebrow at me, like I am
doing something wrong. Bite me, Rollerboy! Not my fault you have a**hole
friends. "Yo, Logan." I say holding out the phone in front of me.
"Some weird-o is on the phone, wont tell me who it is--" I was cut
off rudely as Logan rolled forward and grabbed the phone out of my hand.
"Hello?" He says. "Oh, hey Matt."
"Who?" I demand, wondering who is the next guy I can add to the
ever-so-growing list of 'Men Original Cindy Hate'
Logan glances over as he rolls over to his computers. "Matt Sung," He
calls back to me. "Contact in the Seattle PD whose helping us with the
Herbal Gummy situation."
Before I can speak, Logan's typing in a rapid fire fashion and talking to the
Matt guy again. Maybe it is time I give Max that victory speech, I think as I
head towards the room where Max is supposed to be resting. "Oh, that was
just Original Cindy." I hear Logan say.
"JUST? Original Cindy?" I screech at him. "Uh uh, nope. I am not
JUST Original Cindy. I am THE Original Sin, I *am* THE Original Cindy!"
Everyone in the room rolls their eyes at me.
Point of View:
LYDECKER**************************************************
I'm
locked in a closet of some kind. Why? Things are so clouded right now. I know
I'm Don Lydecker. Who are all of these people? I try to remember, but something
inside my mind cuts me off. It's almost like there's another Don in my head
warning me to leave it alone until he's ready. I can't say no to him. And so I
wait.
Some
of them are gone, and I hear a male and a female laughing and talking, and
doing other things in another room. There's noises from other rooms, and a cell
phone beeps once. I'm hungry.
I
can't do much being tied up like this. Why are they so afraid of me? The big
guy, I think his name was Tread was threatening me severely. He wanted to know
about Manticore. What? Sounds like something from Greek mythology. Hopefully
someone will explain it soon.
In
the distance I start to hear something else. It's a helicopter. Several of them
to be exact. The inner Don releases one bit of information. I sent for them.
Why? I hope they can tell me.
Point of View:
BRINN**************************************************
At
"The Cabin" there's a blonde wearing a top a leeetle too small for
her and a wise a** black woman. Both of them are looking at me like I've got three
eyes and a giant tail coming out of my back.
Zack,
or whatever his name is, dumps me on the couch. I immediately try to jump up.
The two women are giving me the creeps. However, I fall back down on the couch
in a pathetic heap. "Easy, Baby Sister," he says, helping me
rearrange myself. "Lie still."
So
Blondie is my brother. Then why is the hair in my face black? Did I dye it? I
don't remember. The pretty brunette with the green eyes comes out of the
bedroom. "Max is resting," she says to Zack. "How's my little
sister?"
"Brin's
going to be okay if she gets some rest," he answers. "Tinga is still,
well . . ."
Who
names their kid Tinga? But from what Zackie said, I'm guessing Miss America is
my sister. Makes sense. She's got dark hair. Maybe Zack was adopted. I look
over at the dark haired woman sitting, no, lying in a chair. She's holding her
head and mumbling about Zack. *She's* calling him big brother.
Oh
joy. Lemme guess . . . we're a mixed family. You know, step-, full, and
half-siblings. Either that or my parents adopted a lot of kids.
The
bald guy comes back from the bathroom and tries to clean Tinga up. She pushes
him away.
"Let
Original Cindy handle this one. You go take care of miss psychotic over
there," the black woman says, snatching a cotton pad from his hand.
Original Cindy?!?
Mr.
Clean kneels down next to me. I can tell he's a little wary, but there is
concern in his eyes. "Brin?"
"Lemme
guess, you're also my brother," I snap.
"No
actually, I'm Logan's friend. Max's friend," he tries when he doesn't see
any recognition showing on my face. Who are Max and Logan? Or could it be the
same person? Max Logan?
Mr.
Clean shakes his head and starts dabbing at my head with a cotton pad drenched
in antiseptic. Damn, that stuff stings.
Miss
America has gone back into the bedroom, but comes out again and confers with
Zack. I notice a woman sitting in the corner, regarding us all with a freaked
out look on her face. Her eyes dart from me to Tinga and over to Zack and Miss
America.
"I
want some answers here," she demands, standing up. "What is going on
here? What are Herbal Gummies? Who is Lydecker? And what in the hell kind of
family are you all?"
Good
question, I was wondering that myself.
"Come
on, none of you look like each other. I'm supposed to believe you're
siblings?"
"Lacey,"
Mr. Clean starts.
"No.
We've got a Viking, an Irish lass, a mulatto type," she cries pointing at
Zack, Miss America, and Tinga, "and an Asian," she points straight at
me.
WHAT?
I'm Asian?
I
jump up and run for a mirror. Sure enough, there's a girl with jet black hair
and almond shaped eyes looking back at me. Making the Home Alone face, I slap
my hands to my cheeks and gasp.
Lacey
is still demanding to know the truth as Mr. Clean takes her by the shoulders
and sits her on the couch, where I had been. "They're adopted," he
explains.
During
our little excitement, Zack the Viking had slipped off to the bedroom. He
returns with a scowl on his handsome face. "I'm going into town to get
supplies." He stalks off.
What
got him so upset?
I
start to pick up a buzzing far off in the distance. Helicopters?
Zack
hasn't been gone one minute before he storms back in the cabin. Looking
murderous, he turns to Bling. "Get Cale and tell him to stop sucking face
with Max. We've got company. The Black Helicopter type."
Original
Cindy groans and the Blonde stares after Zack with obvious lust as he storms
down the hall to a closet.
