"Holy shi..." The sentence wasn't completed by Number 1 as Number 3 scream and broke down crying. Where Number 5 was usually talking, there was just numb silence. In the cockpit, even Number 2 just stood there. Number 1 was the first to break the silence. "We better get out of here." He muttered sadly. "We need to get Number 3 checked out."
"Is that all you can say?" Number 5 asked, nervously biting her fingernails. She was slightly angry but still shocked. How could one of them get hurt? They were the Kids Next Door. They never got hurt and now one of them could possibly be... dead.
"We need to at least go. We can't sit around here all day."
"What about her?" The girl asked, pointing to the sobbing girl, giving her a sympathetic look.
"I don't know. We'll worry about her later." The leader answered back, slightly shaken at the turn of events that had taken place.
"Alright." Number 2 answered, slowly turning back to the cockpit appliances and beginning to push the many buttons. Soon they were in the air and away from the burn sight.
The whole way home, Number 3 sobbed, soaking her green sweatshirt with tears. It couldn't be true. They were a team of five and now they may very well be a team of four, thanks to her. It was all her fault. If she would have been faster and kept up with Number 4 then he would still have been alive. It was her fault, all her fault. If she wasn't so clumsy or slow every thing would have turned out alright. "Girl..." The voice of her friend broke her out of her thoughts, hiccupping sobs coming out as she tried to calm down. "It's not your fault you know." Somehow Number 5 always knew what was on her mind.
Choking back another sob, Number 3 shook her head. "He was trying to save me." She answered, her bottom lip quivering. "How can it not be my fault? If I wasn't so slow and clumsy and....." She burst into another fit of sobs, covering her eyes with her hands.
Number 5 sighed, hating to be put in this situation. "Girl, he was trying to save you cause he has...."
"We're home!" The leader announced, sounding less than happy. The four of them made their way into the main room, all with heads down and sad looks on their faces. The shock of one of their own dying was starting to catch up to them though, especially Number 2, who sat down, wiping a tear from his eye. Number 3 sat next to him, again placing her green sweat shirt up to her eyes to try and stop the waterfall of tears that seemed to be ever coming. Number 5 just stood in the corner, not crying but silent. Number 1 looked around at them all. This was not the normal group of teens he was used too. "We have got to give him a proper KND farewell!" He told them, watching as they all nodded.
Number 5 walked over to him. "How should we do it?" She asked, covering her eyes more with the red cap she wore as a kid.
"Well...."
Suddenly the door opened and slammed shut. The four kids looked up in surprise as Number 4 walked into the room. His appearance was ragged, burn marks on his orange hoodie and face. He walked into the middle of the room, undaunted by the wide eyes that stared at him.
"I'm taking a nap." He announced to them. He then whirled around on his heels and made his way to his room.
Number 5 broke the silence. "What the hell?!" She yelled her eyes impossibly wide on her face. "How the hell? What the fuc....?" She sputtered, her face turning red.
"He's alive!" Number 3 ecstatically yelled, jumping up and dancing around the room, all tears on her face forgotten. Number 2 joined her and the two of them joined hands, jumping around the room.
Looking over at their leader, Number 5 noticed he seemed just as puzzled as her. "Something is going on." He muttered to her looking at the door the blond had just walked through. "Something is not right at all."
"Is that all you can say?" Number 5 asked, nervously biting her fingernails. She was slightly angry but still shocked. How could one of them get hurt? They were the Kids Next Door. They never got hurt and now one of them could possibly be... dead.
"We need to at least go. We can't sit around here all day."
"What about her?" The girl asked, pointing to the sobbing girl, giving her a sympathetic look.
"I don't know. We'll worry about her later." The leader answered back, slightly shaken at the turn of events that had taken place.
"Alright." Number 2 answered, slowly turning back to the cockpit appliances and beginning to push the many buttons. Soon they were in the air and away from the burn sight.
The whole way home, Number 3 sobbed, soaking her green sweatshirt with tears. It couldn't be true. They were a team of five and now they may very well be a team of four, thanks to her. It was all her fault. If she would have been faster and kept up with Number 4 then he would still have been alive. It was her fault, all her fault. If she wasn't so clumsy or slow every thing would have turned out alright. "Girl..." The voice of her friend broke her out of her thoughts, hiccupping sobs coming out as she tried to calm down. "It's not your fault you know." Somehow Number 5 always knew what was on her mind.
Choking back another sob, Number 3 shook her head. "He was trying to save me." She answered, her bottom lip quivering. "How can it not be my fault? If I wasn't so slow and clumsy and....." She burst into another fit of sobs, covering her eyes with her hands.
Number 5 sighed, hating to be put in this situation. "Girl, he was trying to save you cause he has...."
"We're home!" The leader announced, sounding less than happy. The four of them made their way into the main room, all with heads down and sad looks on their faces. The shock of one of their own dying was starting to catch up to them though, especially Number 2, who sat down, wiping a tear from his eye. Number 3 sat next to him, again placing her green sweat shirt up to her eyes to try and stop the waterfall of tears that seemed to be ever coming. Number 5 just stood in the corner, not crying but silent. Number 1 looked around at them all. This was not the normal group of teens he was used too. "We have got to give him a proper KND farewell!" He told them, watching as they all nodded.
Number 5 walked over to him. "How should we do it?" She asked, covering her eyes more with the red cap she wore as a kid.
"Well...."
Suddenly the door opened and slammed shut. The four kids looked up in surprise as Number 4 walked into the room. His appearance was ragged, burn marks on his orange hoodie and face. He walked into the middle of the room, undaunted by the wide eyes that stared at him.
"I'm taking a nap." He announced to them. He then whirled around on his heels and made his way to his room.
Number 5 broke the silence. "What the hell?!" She yelled her eyes impossibly wide on her face. "How the hell? What the fuc....?" She sputtered, her face turning red.
"He's alive!" Number 3 ecstatically yelled, jumping up and dancing around the room, all tears on her face forgotten. Number 2 joined her and the two of them joined hands, jumping around the room.
Looking over at their leader, Number 5 noticed he seemed just as puzzled as her. "Something is going on." He muttered to her looking at the door the blond had just walked through. "Something is not right at all."
