Wow, you guys are great! Thanks again for all the reviews. Sorry about not updating yesterday. I came down with a really bad cold and had to also work. I lost my voice! It's kinda funny really. Well, today I am getting a tatoo so probably only two chapters again today. Sorry to disappoint you guys. Well, thanks again for all the great reviews from you guys and onto the fic.......
A couple nights later, Number 3 finally got the courage to try and talk to Number 4. She stood outside his door and took a deep breath. The knock resounded through the hallway, loud to her ears but really not too loud. Number 4 had been taking allot of naps lately, always sleeping rather than playing videogames or watching movies with the rest of them.
There was no reply.
She let herself in, knowing that he was either asleep or just not paying attention. The room was bathed in darkness, what little light came in came from the open door, though the girls shadow hid most of it. She spied the lump of the bed, covered with a black comforter even though it was very hot inside the room. Making her way through the piles of clothes, comic books, and cd's that seemed strewned across the floor, she finally made it to the bed. She stiffled a giggle as her eyes took in the fact that Number 4 had curled up in a ball along with the blanket, his face hidden from view but his blond hair shooting out in all directions.
Reaching her arm out, she gently shook him. "Number 4, wake up." She whispered, not wanting to be too loud.
Suddenly a hand shot out at her, gripping her wrist and making her scream in shock. She was suddenly on the ground with the boy on top of her, pinning her arms to the ground and causing her to become imoble. Her fear filled eyes peered into dark blue ones that were wild with fear. "Who are you?" The blond boy hissed at her, searching her face for a sign of recognition.
"Help me!" Number 3 scream instead of answering.
The grips on her wrist fell tighter. "Who are you?" The boy asked again.
"You don't remember me?" Number 3 asked, fear evident in her eyes as she gazed into the ones that trapped hers. The boys almost black pupils shifted slightly as if trying to remember the details of her face. "You remember me don't you?" She asked, hopefully.
"I... do.. I'm...sorry.." He stuttered and immediatly let go of her wrists.
The door was kicked in then and Number's 1, 2 and 5 were all surrounding them with weapons in their hands. Number 4 jumped off of Number 3 and into a corner, where the leader of the group and his right hand woman pointed their weapons at him. Number 3 picked herself up off the ground, rubbing her bruised wrists carefully. When she looked up the three kids were stopped, waiting for the next move. The boy in their sights was livid, confused, and scared. He clawed away at the wall, trying to get away. "Stop it!" She yelled, getting up slowly, due the twist in her ankle she suffered before hand. "Your scaring him!"
"Are you alright, Number 3?" Number 1's accented voice filled the air. Through the dark lens of his glasses, his eyes looked mad, extremely mad.
"Yes, I'm fine." She answered, walking through them and over toward Number 4. He was definatly not himself, clawing and whimpering as he tried to get away. "Stop pointing those things at him! He's scared." At their leaders nod the others two reluctantly dropped their weapons, watching the scene in front of them.
"He's going crazy!" Number 2 said pointing at the boy.
With precise movements that were slow and calm, the Japanese girl slid to her knees in front of the Australian boy, who looked at her with wide and terrified eyes. "It's alright, Wallabee." She said, using his first name, something they only did in emergencies. "You remember who I am?" She asked smiling softly at him as to calm him.
A nod was her answer. And as the others watched the boy threw himself into her arms, sobbing and crying. "I'm sorry." He muttered over and over again as the girl stroked his sloppy blond hair behind his ears and running them through the locks.
"Shhh. It's alright. All is forgiven." She cooed to him, whispering into his ears her melodious voice that seemed to sooth and comfort him.
From her spot, Number 5 watched, enthrawled at the scene in front of her. Something was definatly not right and they needed to find out what it was and quick. Number 4's behavior over the last few days was less than up to par. He always voiced that he hated naps, yet he took ones that lasted almost the whole day. He never ate, never read his beloved comic books, never played his beloved electric guitar, and most definatly not watch Number 3 anymore. In fact, he was nothing short of a zombie. She looked over at their leader, her best friend and watched his reaction. He was like her, shocked to say the least. His eyes underneath the dark lens of his glasses were wide, perplexed even. She reached over and tapped him on the shoulders, hoping that he would take the hint- that they needed to talk and fast. He looked over at her, their eyes locking.
"Number 2, watch them." Number 1 instructed, grabbing Number 5's hand. "Don't let them out of your sight!" He then whirrled around, dragging the other girl with him.
"Where to?" Number 5 asked, walking quickly to keep up with his pace.
"The computer room!" He answered. "Maybe we can find answers there."
"But...."
The boy turned around to look at her. "I don't know what else to do." He addmitted, dropping his head in defeat.
Number 5 picked up both of his hands, gripping them in her own. She looked down at their clashing skin colors, hers a deep brown and his slightly tan. "Whatever there is to do, I'm sure that it will be alright. Don't give up on us. You have brought us through peril after peril before and this will be no diffrent."
Looking at her, the boy smiled and looking relieved. He then hugged her, gripping her tightly to himself. He then let go. "Let's go."
A couple nights later, Number 3 finally got the courage to try and talk to Number 4. She stood outside his door and took a deep breath. The knock resounded through the hallway, loud to her ears but really not too loud. Number 4 had been taking allot of naps lately, always sleeping rather than playing videogames or watching movies with the rest of them.
There was no reply.
She let herself in, knowing that he was either asleep or just not paying attention. The room was bathed in darkness, what little light came in came from the open door, though the girls shadow hid most of it. She spied the lump of the bed, covered with a black comforter even though it was very hot inside the room. Making her way through the piles of clothes, comic books, and cd's that seemed strewned across the floor, she finally made it to the bed. She stiffled a giggle as her eyes took in the fact that Number 4 had curled up in a ball along with the blanket, his face hidden from view but his blond hair shooting out in all directions.
Reaching her arm out, she gently shook him. "Number 4, wake up." She whispered, not wanting to be too loud.
Suddenly a hand shot out at her, gripping her wrist and making her scream in shock. She was suddenly on the ground with the boy on top of her, pinning her arms to the ground and causing her to become imoble. Her fear filled eyes peered into dark blue ones that were wild with fear. "Who are you?" The blond boy hissed at her, searching her face for a sign of recognition.
"Help me!" Number 3 scream instead of answering.
The grips on her wrist fell tighter. "Who are you?" The boy asked again.
"You don't remember me?" Number 3 asked, fear evident in her eyes as she gazed into the ones that trapped hers. The boys almost black pupils shifted slightly as if trying to remember the details of her face. "You remember me don't you?" She asked, hopefully.
"I... do.. I'm...sorry.." He stuttered and immediatly let go of her wrists.
The door was kicked in then and Number's 1, 2 and 5 were all surrounding them with weapons in their hands. Number 4 jumped off of Number 3 and into a corner, where the leader of the group and his right hand woman pointed their weapons at him. Number 3 picked herself up off the ground, rubbing her bruised wrists carefully. When she looked up the three kids were stopped, waiting for the next move. The boy in their sights was livid, confused, and scared. He clawed away at the wall, trying to get away. "Stop it!" She yelled, getting up slowly, due the twist in her ankle she suffered before hand. "Your scaring him!"
"Are you alright, Number 3?" Number 1's accented voice filled the air. Through the dark lens of his glasses, his eyes looked mad, extremely mad.
"Yes, I'm fine." She answered, walking through them and over toward Number 4. He was definatly not himself, clawing and whimpering as he tried to get away. "Stop pointing those things at him! He's scared." At their leaders nod the others two reluctantly dropped their weapons, watching the scene in front of them.
"He's going crazy!" Number 2 said pointing at the boy.
With precise movements that were slow and calm, the Japanese girl slid to her knees in front of the Australian boy, who looked at her with wide and terrified eyes. "It's alright, Wallabee." She said, using his first name, something they only did in emergencies. "You remember who I am?" She asked smiling softly at him as to calm him.
A nod was her answer. And as the others watched the boy threw himself into her arms, sobbing and crying. "I'm sorry." He muttered over and over again as the girl stroked his sloppy blond hair behind his ears and running them through the locks.
"Shhh. It's alright. All is forgiven." She cooed to him, whispering into his ears her melodious voice that seemed to sooth and comfort him.
From her spot, Number 5 watched, enthrawled at the scene in front of her. Something was definatly not right and they needed to find out what it was and quick. Number 4's behavior over the last few days was less than up to par. He always voiced that he hated naps, yet he took ones that lasted almost the whole day. He never ate, never read his beloved comic books, never played his beloved electric guitar, and most definatly not watch Number 3 anymore. In fact, he was nothing short of a zombie. She looked over at their leader, her best friend and watched his reaction. He was like her, shocked to say the least. His eyes underneath the dark lens of his glasses were wide, perplexed even. She reached over and tapped him on the shoulders, hoping that he would take the hint- that they needed to talk and fast. He looked over at her, their eyes locking.
"Number 2, watch them." Number 1 instructed, grabbing Number 5's hand. "Don't let them out of your sight!" He then whirrled around, dragging the other girl with him.
"Where to?" Number 5 asked, walking quickly to keep up with his pace.
"The computer room!" He answered. "Maybe we can find answers there."
"But...."
The boy turned around to look at her. "I don't know what else to do." He addmitted, dropping his head in defeat.
Number 5 picked up both of his hands, gripping them in her own. She looked down at their clashing skin colors, hers a deep brown and his slightly tan. "Whatever there is to do, I'm sure that it will be alright. Don't give up on us. You have brought us through peril after peril before and this will be no diffrent."
Looking at her, the boy smiled and looking relieved. He then hugged her, gripping her tightly to himself. He then let go. "Let's go."
