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"Three hours, 27 minutes and 43 seconds until we die. Three hours, 27 minutes, and 40 seconds until we die, Three-"
"Damn it, Neal! Stop acting like a retard!" Dom snapped, losing control of his temper again. Neal looked indignant.
"I am not a retard!" he exclaimed. Dom snorted.
"I never said you were a retard, I said that you were acting like one. Clean out your ears, Meathead."
"Shut up, Dom. Go to Hell."
"I'll meet you there."
"I'm-"
"Shut up in there!" a guard yelled into the cell. Both cousins rolled their eyes.
"Geez, its our last day alive. You'd think they'd be more polite," Neal grumbled. Dom smirked.
"Totally. But, Neal-" he was interrupted by a loud explosion. His first thought was oh great, we get to be blown up to death, 3 hours and something minutes before we were scheduled to die. He waited for the opening of his cell door and the guards to come in and kill them. Sure enough, the door opened. Dom held his breath as the last person he expected to see stepped through.
"Come on, pansies," Joren said, gesturing impatiently with his hands. "Kel's waiting-" he was drowned out by the sound of an alarm bell. "Lets go, before the guards come and kill us all!" He snapped, turning around and running out the door.
The two relatives got up and rushed to follow him. Joren led them through a maze of hallways, shooting guards as he went. Neal, for, once, had nothing to say. When they ran out the door, a black corvette pulled up, not minding the grass or the shooting. Joren jumped in the front seat as Dom and Neal scrambled to get in the back. Before they had even closed the door, the driver sped off. Dom looked up to see it was Kel. A shot was fired through the back window. Dom could hear the bullet zoom by his head. Instinctively, he and Neal ducked. Another shot was fired, this time coming through the passenger seat. Joren grunted in pain as it hit his arm. Kel looked at him, concern in her normally impassive hazel eyes.
"Are you okay?" she asked him, wincing as another shot was fired, this time imbedding it in her left shoulder. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in pain. "Hold...on..." she managed to get out, speeding up and pulling onto the highway. Joren managed to snort at her question.
"I think the proper question is, 'are you okay?" he said. Cars immediately slowed down at the sight of a black corvette with broken windows speeding down the highway and three cops on motorcycles chasing them.
Kel smiled grimly. "So you're worried about me, Joren? How sweet of you to-" she was interrupted by another shot being fired.
Joren cursed, reaching below his seat with his good arm to grab hold of something. His fingers touched something made of cold metal, and he gripped it before pulling out a gun. He leaned out the window, and taking aim at the first officer, he shot. The man went down. Kel swerved to the left, hitting an oncoming cop with the front of the car. The last one obviously had more experience than the others, and knew a couple tricks of his own. Setting his motorcycle on cruise, he stood up, pulling out another gun to hold in his left hand as well as the right. He fired at Joren, making his other arm unusable. Joren cursed as his wounded arm dropped the gun. He stuck his head back into the car, and turned around so that he faced Dom and Neal.
"Okay, pansies. Time to prove what you're worth. Underneath both our seats are a couple guns, and you better use them wisely. They're all we have left," he said. Kel's right hand gripped his in silent comforting. He calmed down. Neither Dom or Neal had time to ponder it, but both made a mental note to ask Kel about her "relationship" with the cold spy.
Dom rolled down his window and stuck his head out, as did Neal, and began firing, watching as they both missed incredibly. "Stupid-"he said.
"Son-" Neal continued.
"Of-"
"A-"
"BITCH!" they finished together, taking aim and their bullets piercing the cop. Joren snorted as they gave each other a high five.
"Don't party for long," he commented. "They aren't going to let us off that easily. Kel, turn here." Kel nodded and did as she was told, parking the vet at a fast food restaurant. She quickly grabbed some keys from the ashtray and ran out the door into a blue corvette right beside it. Joren fumbled with the lock, cursing bullets and guns to high heaven. Kel came back and opened the door for him, motioning for the cousins to hurry up and get into the blue vet. Joren mumbled something that resembled a "thank you" before hurrying up and dashing over to the vet. Without waiting for Kel, he used his teeth to open the door. Kel would've thought that this was a funny picture, under different circumstances, but hearing the door slam brought her out of her thoughts. She ran to the front where she quickly put on her seatbelt and sped away, leaving all traces of them behind.
Now, before I write my thank-yous, I would like you to read an excerpt from my story on Its called "Are you in or are you out?" and there's a link to my profile in my bio. Here it goes:
"Well? Are you in or are you out?" a sixteen year old boy with large green eyes asked his sister. 13-year old Mackenzie Samogetain felt nervous. She had green eyes also, yet hers were more jade than his emerald color. While her brother, Eric, had chocolate brown hair that was cut short, Mackenzie, or Mac, had golden hair that fell a little past her shoulders. She was tall for her age, about 5ft 7 inches, but her brother still towered over her with his vast 6ft 3 inches. His emerald eyes were impatient as he regarded his younger sister.PRIVATE
"I don't think so," Mac said, looking her brother straight in the eyes. "I don't really like to go to those kind of parties," she said hesitantly. Eric rolled his eyes.
"Come on, Mac," he said, "just try it out. You haven't been to a party in a while." She stubbornly shook her head.
"I don't think so," she repeated, taking a step away from her brother.
"Chris will be there," he said wickedly, naming her crush for the past two months. It just so happened to be one of his best friends. Mac sighed. He had pulled the trump card, and he knew it. She glared at him before sighing.
"Fine," she said. Pulling her hair back into a ponytail. Eric smiled, and pushed her towards his car, reassuring her that he already told their mom that they were out. Their Daniel Samogetain had died when they were at the ages of 13 and 10. Ever since then, Mary Samogetain had struggled to make ends meet. Mac got into his black civic, making sure to put on her seat belt. Eric rolled his eyes again and started the car.
"So whose party is it?" she asked hesitantly. "What's the occasion?" Eric smiled and ruffled her hair affectionately.
"Its a party, Mac. There doesn't have to be an occasion. I have no idea whose party it is, either."
"Then how did we get invited?" Eric laughed outright at this.
"Well, the person who's hosting it told her best friend, who told her friend, who told his friend, who told Chris, who told me. Or something like that."
"Oh, I understand," Mac, said, though they both knew that it was a lie. She began to fix her hair that Eric had mussed up. He grinned again.
"You'll get it when you're my age," he said with the air of superiority. "Now, we need to go over some things, Mac. Mainly Chris…"
A/N: In order to finish reading this, you'll need to go see my story on ! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Okay, now for my thank-yous:
Dreamerdoll: you would. We're taking off "A Pro Knight" off the air. But I think that I might just add it to my own stories and do it by myself. :::shrugs:::
Kassi: I don't know…she has a mind of her own.
Pinky: I had to start it; otherwise you people would be chasing me around with sharp objects.
Nolee: Um…yeah. Whatever. You can keep the toad. But Zahir's MINE! ALL MINE! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Anyway, I've come out with a new idea for a j/k story! I'll tell you all about it over IM!
Miamouse: you don't need to ask ME for a ticket. You go over to the booth over there…
Mepb: herre's another WONDEROUS chapter…lol.
MysticMoonEmpress:…you'd better be happy. I work my ass off, and do I get a thank you? OF COURSE NOT! :::wails:::
Alianne of Conte: here u go!
Becka: why did u send me that? NO! DON'T STAB KEL!
Dracorium: isn't that a good thing?
Lynsi: you should know by now that I AM evil!
imperfectionist-angel185: here you go!
Erkith: YOU MAKE ME THINK TOO MUCH!
Eat Paper: I take it that you like my story?
BloodSoakedTiger: ah, is it a cat? I have a cat. God made cats for being lazy, stupid, and having bottomless pits for stomaches. Unfortunately, my cat has all of these features!
R&R