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Raven: (to Scavenger) She's been going on like this for the past few days. Think we should put her out of her misery?
Scavenger: Just a few more minutes. Got any threes, Yellow-head?
Hot Shot: (glares and throws two cards at him)
Scavenger: Ha! I win!
Okay, seriously, thank you for all of your wonderful reviews! I love you all so much! (Huggles everybody) Okay, now, without further ado, I present to you, chapter 2!
Hot Shot: Hey, that all rhymed!
A Broken Spirit
Chapter 2
Just One
Okay, so I didn't exactly run. It was more of a backing-up-rapidly-tripping-over-myself-until-I-ran-into-the-doors type thing. I hit the doors just as the alarms stopped, which was a huge relief to my poor ears. Yellow-head paused, watching me closely, not that there was anything I could do at the moment.
"Remember, Hot Shot, this is your entire fault." A smug voice commented. The orange bot had returned and was smirking like nobodies business. The yellow-head, who I was certain by now, was named Hot Shot, scowled.
"Shut up Smokescreen." He muttered, before turning to face me. I was leaning up against the door, wishing that I could somehow melt through the thick metal into the cave. My legs were shaking and I wasn't sure I could hold myself up much longer. My bag was suddenly very heavy. It slowly slid off of my shoulder and hit the ground with a loud 'thump', right against the door. With a small jerk and a creak, it slid open, sending me to the ground. I landed on my rear end on the only dry spot in the entire cave. I blinked, looked at the cave entrance (the rain was still coming down hard) and then looked back at the robots, who were nearly as startled as I was.
"That'll work." I said, grabbing my bag and sprinting into the muddy cave. I heard Mr. Orange/Smokescreen start yelling.
"Red Alert said he locked the base down!"
"He must have canceled the emergency lock down system to shut off the automatic defense weapons!"
"Come on, if she gets away without an explanation she'll tell everybody about us!"
By then I was at the mouth of the cave, trying to decide whether risking pneumonia was worth getting away from the robots. Glancing at the two, who had made it to the doors, I quickly decided it was. I plunged into the pounding rain, nearly sinking to my doom in the muddy path that was quickly becoming a river. Stepping up onto a rock, I jumped to another, staying out of the mud as much as possible. I continued this was for a few moments, glancing behind only when I was sure I was a good distance away. The two robots, as heavy as they were, had immediately been sucked down into the mud and were trying desperately to keep up with me. I smirked and jumped onto a log that was jutting out of the path, at the very edge.
Bad choice.
Kids, take it from me. Drugs are bad. Nearly as bad as sliding down a steep, muddy mountain side on a piece of dead wood. Fortunately, my screams were drowned out by a sudden burst of thunder. The robots yells, however, were not. I heard the yellow-head yell 'hang on' and the other one yelling something about a red alert, though I didn't know what that had to do with the situation. For the first 7 seconds I did a pretty good job of staying up right, but then my mud-board hit a branch that was protruding out of muddy hillside. You know how everybody brags about doing 180's and junk? Well, trying doing a horizontal 360 without a board to land on.
Ow.
I tumbled the rest of the way down the mountain side, rolling through the mud and hitting every branch possible on the way down, as though somebody had put them there just for that reason. Reminding myself that everybody I knew other than my mom hated me, I quickly realized that that could very well be. After half a minute of rolling down a 50 ft. long hill, I hit the ground. Well, the mud. Apparently, a stream that came close by had overflowed, creating a mud puddle that came all the way up to my knees when I stood. I spit some of the brown junk out of my mouth as I struggled to keep my balance. Pulling an arm across my lips, I looked up the mountain side to where the two robots were watching me. I flashed them a smug grin, tightened my hand around my backpack strap, and took off into the woods.
Jumping over the over the over-flowing stream, I ran beneath the tall trees. The paths had become deep and muddy with the heavy rainfall, and every rock I stepped on was slick and threatened to send me to the ground. The rain had completely soaked through my hoodie and my shirt was sticking to my skin. My bag swung wildly, hitting my legs and catching on trees and branches. Cursing the Algebra text book I was carrying, I rounded a corner in the path.
BAM!
"Ouchies..." I groaned, lying on my back, my bag a few feet away. Blinking, I looked up at what I had run and felt my blood run cold.
"Human..." The purple and green robot hissed. I was tempted to say, 'why yes, I am,' but fear kept my big mouth shut. The robot sneered; as though he had heard my comment anyway, and reached down to grab me.
"Get away from her, Scavenger!" Yellow-head was back. He had a pistol in his hand and was aiming it at the newcomers face. Purple and green smirked, his hand hovering a few feet above my head. I felt like a very small bug.
"Look at her shake, Hot Shot. She's free game." He hissed. "She's not one of your pets."
Hot Shot's eye-thingies narrowed in extreme anger; the type of anger my dad often showed when he was drunk. He tossed his gun to the side and, with a very loud yell, tackled purple and green. The both crashed to the ground, making two or three nearby trees crash to the ground. Luckily, they all missed me. I watched as the two robots rolled around on the ground, coated in mud, yelling death threats at each other in a language I couldn't understand. How did I know they were death threats? Don't ask.
"ARGH!" The oh-so-scarily familiar sound of glass breaking filled the clearing. I watched as Hot Shot withdrew his fist from Scavengers face. It was covered in energon and had several sharp shards of gold glass in it. Looking at the purple and green bot, I could see that one of his eye panels had shattered. I shivered; it looked as though it had hurt, for BOTH of them. It didn't stop Hot Shot, though. He was obviously pissed off at the 'pet' comment. That's when I finally came to realize something; those two were so wrapped up in their fight that they wouldn't notice if I slipped away into the woods!
Sometimes I amaze myself.
Grabbing my bag, I stumbled to my feet and sprinted towards the woods. I could hear the two bots still shouting at each other, and the sounds of them fighting. Stopping behind a tree (yeah, yeah, stupid, I know!) and looked at them. Scavenger had Hot Shot pinned down, and was grinning in triumph. He glanced over to where I had been before, and froze. My plan had worked. Ducking behind the thick tree trunk before me, I waited until I was sure he was looking at Hot Shot again to peek back out.
"You got lucky this time." He growled, before suddenly dissolving into thousands of small cubes and disappearing. Hot Shot stayed still for a moment, before finally sitting up and brushing as much mud as he could off of him. The rain swept away a lot of it. Must be nice not having to worry about getting your clothes dirty.
"You're hiding behind the third tree from the stream." He said. Pulling myself back into the present, I noticed that he was staring straight at me. Currently, I was halfway out from behind the tree, pretty much in plain sight. Glancing at the stream, which was overflowing its banks, I counted. Third three from the stream....scary. "I'm Hot Shot." Yellow-head said. I gave him a half grin.
"So I've gathered." I felt safe in the trees; I could easily get away from him. The old oaks and maples grew close together. It would be impossible for him to get through in time to catch me. I was safe, and safety gave me confidence. "Why have you been chasing me?"
"We-my team mates and I- didn't want you to go tell anybody about us." He explained, wiping some rain droplets out of his eyes.
"Do you actually think anybody would believe me?" I asked. He considered this for a moment.
"Well, there are some eccentrics on every planet, and if one of them heard your story they would be bound to come after us."
"That makes sense, I guess." I agreed, nodding.
"So, who are you?" Hot Shot asked. My head snapped straight, and I looked up into his optics.
"Nobody special." With that I turned and walked away into the trees.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
I bounded up the back steps, fully intent on going to my 'room' and sleeping; I didn't care what the cot smelled like anymore. Carefully stepping over the third board from the door (it always squeaked) I tested the screen door. Unlocked. Swinging it open as quietly as I could (which is pretty quiet if your carefully enough) I kicked off my muddy tennis shoes and stepped into the dark kitchen. Glancing at the oven timer, I nearly fainted with delight. It was three in the morning! Nobody would be up this early! Nearly doing a happy dance, I shut the screen door and put my bag on the ground.
Flick
The lights flashed on. Standing in the doorway that separated the kitchen and the living room was a tall man with a very strong build. His head was hanging low and all we wore were a pair of grey sweatpants. Oily red hair streaked with grey hung down across his face. Clutched tightly in his hand was a metal baseball bat.
"Oh no..." I gasped, taking a step back. My father, Kyle, lifted his head. It wobbled uncertainly, as though his neck couldn't hold it up.
"Raven?" Kyle asked in a slurred voice, taking a step into the kitchen. His green eyes slid around uncertainly, finally coming to rest on me. "Where have you been, Ravie?" He took a shaky step forward. "You missed dinner last night. You know you aren't supposed to miss dinner."
I wanna live, I wanna leave
I wanna open up and breath
I wanna go, I wanna be
I wanna feel it constantly
gotta show, gotta say
I've gotta feeling that won't go away
I've gotta know if they got away
my opportunities
"I...I'm sorry sir. I was....I was at my...friends house studying." I managed to stutter. Just then May appeared on the stairs, a beer bottle dangling from her hand. I felt my heart stop. One drunk I could handle. Not two.
"Liar!" May hiccupped. "You don't have any friends." She swayed, and for a moment I thought she would fall down the stairs. "You skipped school and dinner just to get into trouble."
Just one chance is all I ever wanted
just one time I'd like to win the game
from now on I'll take the chance if I can have it
just one, just one
"You know I don't like lying, Raven." Kyle took another step forward, baseball bat swinging back and forth in his hand like a pendulum. "You know I punish people who lie to me." He hiccupped. May stumbled down the stairs.
"Can I have a whack at her daddy?" She asked drunkenly.
I need to think, I need to feed
I need to see if I still bleed
I need a place, I need a time
cause I need to step outside that line
gonna give, gonna take
I'm gonna scream till I'm awake
I'm gonna push, I'm gonna pull
open up the door
"Louise?" I called out cautiously. If he was drunk, then I was screwed.
"Uncle Louis is out with friends." My dad crooned. "It's just us tonight."
"Where...where's Jay?" I asked, backing up against the door.
"He's sleeping over at his real friend's house!" May cackled. "But we don't need him here to have a good time!"
Jay was the only one who could have saved me. Unlike the rest of my family (minus my mothers) he didn't drink, and he would at least try and stop my dad and insane sister.
Just one chance is all I ever wanted
just one time I'd like to win the game
from now on I'll take the chance if I can have it
just one, just one
I pushed myself up against the door as the two advanced. The baseball bat in my fathers hand was gaining momentum with every swing it took. My stomach twisted into a horrible knot. I couldn't breath. Slowly, they came closer. Reaching out, I grabbed the doorknob and twisted it.
It was stuck.
And if I knew
when the door was open
I'd go through
I would go on through
and I can say
when I do I'll never be the same
never be the same
Just one chance is all I ever wanted
just one time I'd like to win the game
from now on I'll take the chance if I can have it
just one, just one
Just one I'll take the chance if I can have it
just one I'll take the chance if I can have it
just one I'll take the chance if I can have it
just one, just one
There you guys go! Chapter 2! Please Please Review!
Hot Shot: Hey, that rhymed again!
Scavenger: (doing a happy dance) I won! I won! I won!
(Glare) Stop being happy! It's a sad ending!
Both: Sorry (hug each other dramatically and start to cry)
Okay, please review again! I luv you guys for your last reviews! Please please tell me what you want to see, and you might just get to see it! Oh, and you get to meet Raven's oldest brother, Joseph, in the next chapter! So Please review! Luv you all and goodnight!
PS: I GOT A 'D' IN ENGLISH AND MY MOM IS STILL GIVING ME COMPUTER TIME! YAYS!
PPS: The lyrics are 'Just One' by Hoobastank! The song from the first chapter is Suffocate by Cold! Yays! Luv you all!