The Runaway

Hey everyone whose been reading these. Sorry it's been so long since I've written, I've been busy with band and school and… stuff. Anyways, I'm back, and I've written a lot over the summer, I'll try to get it all on this weekend, probably by winter break at the latest. Please review.

Author's Note:

This chapter, like most of the others, is influenced by a personal experience. During summer break, while camping in the mountains of Montana, I got in a fight with my parents and decided to run away. Something you should know: it gets to freezing, sometimes below at night, and I had nothing on but a thin sweater when I left. I am from Las Vegas, where it was over 110 degrees that day, and typically stays over 100 degrees at night.

Anyways, my parents picked me up. If they hadn't, I probably wouldn't have survived. In fact, it is the same night, and I'm wearing 2 more sweaters, a heavy coat, and am sitting around a fire, and I'm still cold… The sun set half an hour ago.

Had I survived the night, I probably would've died of dehydration before I got half way to my destination. My point is, just stay home where you're safe.

Wednesday, July 7, 2004

They were now about 15 miles away from the temple. Everyone noticed that it was definitely much larger than they had first thought. They were shaken from their thoughts by an insistent beeping from the cockpit. Slade and Tovar both turned back to their instruments, trying to find out what was wrong.

"No," Slade murmured, "No, no, no!"

"What is it?" Raven demanded, trying to view the controls.

"The engine just died."

Tovar signed something.

"Tell me you're joking, Tovar!"

Tovar shook his head, no.

"Flight controls are down, too," Slade translated, "We're going to crash!"

The stared at him in disbelief. Meanwhile, they plane was noticeably slowing, its nose dropping as it lost thrust and lift. Robin was the first to recover.

"Is there anything we can do?" he inquired, "Are there any parachutes?"

"No- to both," Slade replied, "We're stuck up here."

"You're wrong about that," Beast Boy said grimly, standing.

They were moving too slowly to even glide now. The plane had begun to drop like a rock.

"Star, Raven, grab Cyborg and fly down," he said. They nodded and complied, "I'm gonna change into a pterodactyl and fly the rest of you down. Jump on my back."

Before they could reply, he jumped out and changed, flying alongside the dead plane. Robin jumped onto his back quickly, followed by Slade. They told him Beast Boy would be back for Tovar, and then flew to the ground where the girls and Cyborg waited.

Everyone's hearts nearly stopped when, just as Beast Boy dropped off Slade and Robin and turned for Tovar, they saw the plane smash into the temple, exploding on impact. Debris, large and small, fell for the next several minutes.

Cyborg spoke first. "This is your fault!" he yelled at Slade, "You were trying to kill us, weren't you?"

Slade couldn't believe what he was hearing. "No, it wasn't my fault," he managed to reply meekly.

"Cyborg, think about it," Robin said, "How could he have killed us without killing himself?"
"Yeah, you're all taking his side, aren't you?" the robot growled.

"But that is not true!" Starfire yelled.

"You know what," Cyborg shouted, "He is gonna kill all of you, and I'm leaving before he gets me!"

The watched, filled with chagrin, as Cyborg turned and sprinted across the desert.

"I didn't do it," Slade muttered sadly from the back of the group.