Sibling Bond V
The Chase
A/N: I'm back and I'm bad! Sorry I've been away from this series so long, school kind of puts a damper on how long you can write. Guess it's not exactly "tomorrow", huh?. *grins sheepishly* Anywho, this one's going to be short, it's almost time for bed. I'll make the next one longer, I'll write next weekend. 'Kay…oops! Oh yeah, this one's for Brat Girl, Jason and Kyra who have read and given uplifting reviews to all the chapters of this series. Thanks guys! And, no Jason, it wasn't a coincidence, yes Kyra, you're Marco's sister (sorta') and Meridian, good guessing. I felt I should have the presence of at least one VIW in this story. 'Kay. Bu-bye.
Debbie: "Run. Fast." Marco said quietly, so as not to draw unwanted attention to us. Trisha and I decided it would be smart to listen and grabbed our stuff, pretending to run to the bathroom. The big guys were following us! As they drew nearer they pulled out…what were those things?! I have no idea what they took out, but it looked like a really high-tech flashlight. A really high-tech flashlight that gave the impression of being lethal.
I picked up the speed. I dared a glance over my shoulder. They were getting closer. They were fast runners, not some old fat guys like regular airport security. They weren't even wearing uniforms, just regular clothes. Maybe they weren't security…
"In here!" Marco shouted, pulling us into a bus that was preparing to leave. We gave the bus driver the tickets and kept him talking so he wouldn't notice the two men trying to signal for him to open the door.
Marco: The driver hadn't seen our tickets, thankfully. So we won't get in trouble for giving tickets to Boise for a bus to Winnemucca, Nevada.
I looked on my map. It wasn't too far from Burns, maybe we'd have to travel a little longer to get there; but there was only one road that we had to go on. As long as we stayed on route 95 we couldn't get lost.
"Marco?" Trisha asked.
"Yeah?" I replied. She and Debbie were whispering something. Finally, she looked up again.
"Marco, we, me and Debbie, were wondering…do you know who those guys were? I mean, why were they chasing us…are you in some kind of trouble with the police or the secret service or something?" She accused, but quietly.
Oh boy. I knew they were going to catch on some time. Okay Marco, think! What to tell them, what to tell them…
"The FBI? Please, don't flatter me. It's just some of the security thugs from Dad's work. You guys knew they'd be looking for us." Trisha looked relieved, but my ever-trusting big sis was not convinced. I had a feeling I was going to get an earful later.
***
Am I a physic, or am I a physic? As soon as Trisha fell asleep Debbie got up in my face.
"Marco, who were they really?" she questioned.
"I told you! Guys from Dad's—"
"Don't give me that. I've been to Dad's work and they don't have flashlights from Hell there!" she snapped. Then looked thoughtful. " You know, I bet you could answer a lot of questions I have. Like, what's up with the Sharing? Dad and Nora are all up in our faces to join and you act like they're asking us to join the Nazis. And all three of you talk in some kinda' code when you're on the phone. You with your 'astrology' tests when we're studying anatomy and Dad and Nora with their 'Visser's and 'Kandrona's and junk. I want to know what's going on and I want to know now." She demanded.
"Um…well, you see…" I stammered.
Then the side of the bus crumpled in like a tin can.
Janice-8-3-9(Nora): "The boy should by now think that we're searching in the wrong direction, Visser 3. Then, just as you suspected, his guard will be let down, we will catch him, and, hopefully, find the secret to who and where the Andalite Bandits really are!" I triumphed. This would get me to Visser level for sure!
A voice inside my head screamed at me, 'Don't hurt him! Don't hurt Marco!' Human hosts are so emotional.
Of course, we had no need to keep the boy around. He was missing and young…surely he couldn't survive on his own. No one would have trouble believing that we found him on the side of the highway or just didn't find him. All we had to do was infest him, get the information we wanted, and…dispose of him.
Very good, Janice-8-3-9. And Hemlin-4-4-2, I suppose you were also part of this. Visser 3 stated.
"Yes Visser."
He nodded approvingly, Report back when the boy is found. Don't ask him anything…I want the honor of questioning him myself.
Trisha: I woke up when the bus jarred sharply to the left and the sound of tearing metal tore through my brain.
My first instinct was to cover my head and scream. My head was already covered though, so I just screamed. I screamed until the world went black.
***
When I woke up for the second time there were blinding lights in blue and red all around. I was on some kind of…of moving bed.
Then my mind woke up and there was a mental shock to the brain. The bus we were riding on was turned on one side, the other side completely gone. There were ambulances and police cars and news cameras.
I sat up quickly, regretting it when a knife of pain shot through my left shoulder.
"Marco!" I called. I looked around frantically, but I couldn't find him!
"Miss. Calm down, please. You'll hurt yourself." The paramedic with my stretcher told me way too calmly. I looked at him as though he was insane, then jumped off that stretcher and tore through the crowd looking for Marco and Debbie.
Marco: "Marco!" I heard Trisha calling. But I couldn't answer her, mainly because of the stupid oxygen mask on my face. But there was also the fact that two guys nearby were having a very interesting conversation.
"So, this is the kid, right?"
"Yeah, he's the one. We'll take him in two days and bring him straight to Visser 3."
"Promotions, here we come!"
"Marco!" I heard again, only this time right next to me.
There was Trisha looking down worriedly. Debbie was coming from behind her.
"Marco… what happened?" Debbie asked breathlessly. I closed my eyes.
The metal was half tearing, half burning away. The yeerks had set off some sort of bomb with Dracon beams. I covered my head just as I was thrown on top of Trisha from the impact. Debbie was under the seat, where she had been propelled. Everyone was screaming. The bus tipped over, throwing us all to one side. I held on to Trisha as tight as I could.
This wasn't fair! I was dragging Trisha and Debbie across the country to get them away from the yeerks, just to run into this!
When the bus had topped moving, no one was screaming anymore. Everyone had been knocked unconscious. The only sound was a little boy calling for his mommy and the distant wail of sirens.
Then I also lost consciousness.
"We gotta' get out of here." I mumbled. "Now."
To Be Continued…
A/N: I'm getting to like those "To Be Continued…"s, how 'bout you? *ducks the rotten fruit* Okay! Okay! Anywho, I got a question for all you wonderful people reading this story…would you like me to stop the series when they get to Burns? Or would you like me to keep going? Maybe even a sister series? Tell me! I need to know from you peoples! 'Tis important!
Okie, now that that's off my chest…*e-mail to Kyra begins* Kyra! Kyra! Kyra!!!! I'm allowed on the FF.N chat!!! You have GOT to meet me there sometime!! Just give me the day and time (E) and I'll meet you there. Pleeeease????? This is a total milestone…actual interaction! Ya' gotta come on with me!
Anywho, 'kay. Bu-bye. **Ani-Bookworm#1 *e-mail to Kyra ends*
Well peoples, that goes for everyone. I'm officially chatting and it's boring alone. By the way…sorry about the IX on the last edition. It was supposed to be a IV…but I got my roman numerals mixed up. Oops. Gotta' go! 'Kay. Bu-bye.
