Shox

I ran in screaming. I ran past Racetrack, through the auditorium doors, and on the stage. How do you get five billion people to listen to you without a microphone?

"People…" I gasped through the microphone. Okay, now I was gonna scream. "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!! THERE'S COPS OUT THERE!!! RRRRRUUUUUUNNNNN!!!" The cops came in, and they were really putting up a fight with all of us. As soon as Racetrack saw that Medda was in trouble, he ran over to protect her. He stood in front of her with his arms outstretched, but it didn't work. The policeman, ticked by the way Racetrack was acting (Amen, bruddah. I was ticked, too.), punched him in the face and stomach. Racetrack fell to the floor, unconscious. Even though I was mad at Racetrack, I cared about what just happened. I ran over to the policeman and began attacking him. He tried to get me, but I jumped out of the way. Another policeman came over to me and held me down. I bit his hairy arm (which, mind you, tasted horrible) and he screamed and ran. I honestly don't know why I bit people so much then, but who cares? Anyway, the other policeman, by now, was seething with madness. He was so mad that he picked me up and threw me across the room. That's all I can remember… well, I'll go into details about how the throw worked then. Okay, so he picked me up and threw me. I skidded across all the seats in a row and bashed into the wall. The next thing I knew, Brooklyn, Lasso, Spyder, and Shorty were all standing above me.

"Oh my God, she's actually alive!" gasped Spyder.

"Shox, we saw the whole thing." said Lasso.

"Yeah," Brooklyn told me, "The way you were attacking that cop and everything."

"It's Racetrack's fault that this happened," Shorty said angrily, "If he would have just left Medda alone and stayed with you, you wouldn't be practically dead right now."

"We know." chorused the others, including me.

"Shox," breathed an all-too-familiar voice above me.

"Go away Racetrack," said Brooklyn. "You caused all this."

"And I bet you knew this was going to happen," said Spyder, "You just didn't want to leave Medda the ancient one alone."

Racetrack stopped short. Uh-oh, I thought. Now he's going to be sad. "Shox… Shox, I…" he stuttered. "I didn't mean for all this to happen…"

Now, I knew he didn't do this on purpose, but I also knew that he knew this was going to happen, just like Spyder had said, and it made me angry.

"Well, the fact is, Racetrack, it did." I barked. Then I groaned. The ankle that I had broken when I was three hurt really bad right now. I clutched it and started making little whimpering noises as I rocked back and forth. I fought back the painful tears that were just about to come streaming down my face.

"We need to get her to a hospital," Racetrack stammered, "and fast."

"We?" growled Lasso. "I think you mean the girls. You aren't going anywhere near her for quite a while."