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Skittery's POV
I expected to go to school that day, to trudge through all my boring my boring ass classes, meet up with, Mush, Snitch and Specs at lunch and go home and go to sleep. Then I planned to wake up the next morning and do it all the fuck over again.
I'm not going to lie to you, I love my friends to death, even if they're all still mad about me piercing their ears when they were asleep last summer, yet I've been finding my life slipping into a normal and dull routine. Go to school, see friends, go out with friends, and then go home. But today was kind of different....and I like different.
When I was about to head to my newest class, some newspaper thing Snitch signed us all up for, I saw this kid getting himself into trouble with Oscar Delancy. And while I didn't look for trouble, I couldn't help it with this kid. And I wound up slamming my locker into Oscar's face.
What can I say? The kid just caught my eye. You know how sometimes you can feel like a person is everything you feel like you're not just by looking at them? Well that's what I felt when I looked at this kid.
He was way shorter than I was with a small, slim figure, messy blonde hair and sea blue eyes. He was wearing tighter, more um...damn what's the word....conservative...yeah whoops can't believe I forgot that...anyway more conservative clothing and carried himself with more confidence than I saw in most people. Everything I wasn't.......
His name was Spot Conlon as he revealed when he introduced himself to me, we talked for a moment before Snitch and some guy I didn't know decided to drag each of us to our next class.
I wanted so much to fleck Snitch on the nose or something and tell him not to do that again. For being my best friend he sure can't tell when I'm busy. But while we were walking to this class, and Snitch was babbling about how great it was going to be, I wondered when I'd see that kid again. And then whoa and behold he's in our newspaper class!
The class wound up not doing much for the first day except play poker with Racetrack, a friend of Spot's and get assigned into these pairs to cover stories. I was pleased with the teacher, whom seemed to be like a nice enough guy and the whole class with filled with interesting people. So I wound up making a lot of new friends.
Now don't think I'm going all fourth grade on you and being like, "Yay! I made new friends today!" or something.....because I actually am. It's just that for once in a long time I'm doing something different. And I'm just happy that I got the opportunity to do it before I graduate.
I was happy to get assigned with Spot, who I had been hoping to get a chance to know better anyhow. It was also interesting that at lunch the all of us had to sneak Racetrack and Spot, the only two sophomores, off campus. But it was fun....and new.....and I liked that.
After getting through the rest of the day I was fully prepared just to head home and see my 20 year old sister Claire, who was visiting us from college. And when I say us I mean me and my dad. But Snitch decided he wanted to go see some dumb movie and I wound up staying out pretty late.
At around 1:00 o'clock I finally stumbled into my apartment and in the dark tried to feel my way to my room. Tripping over some piece of shit that I'm going to assume wasn't supposed to be there I found myself in our small living room.
I bit my lip and shot a look of guilt when I saw my dad sleeping in a sitting position on the couch. He must have had a tiring day. There was a pillow beneath his head and a blanket draped over him......Claire.
"He was waiting up for you all night." A soft voice explained from behind me causing me to jump into the air and knock over a vase, slip and then catch it. They don't call me Skittery for nothing. My sister tucked a strand of her long dark hair behind her ear.
She stood up and took the vase from me. Sitting it on the kitchen counter, which was right next to the living room, she turned and held her long arms out to me. Leaning forward I allowed her arms to envelop me in a hug and I comforted in her presence and the smell of oranges that I long missed from our mother.
"It's good to see you." She whispered to me and kissed my forehead. "I'm going to go to sleep, okay?" she asked and I wondered from the dark circles under her eyes if she had been waiting up for me too. But I let it pass and told her goodnight.
I walked quietly to my room not wanting to wake up my dad. I slipped into my room and fell onto my bed, not bothering to take a shower or change or anything. I'd just take a shower in the morning anyway.
Lying on top of the sheets I wrenched my eyes closed not really all that tired anymore. In my mind it felt like I had lain there for an eternity, but my brain said that it had only been about twenty minutes.
.... Sceeeeeeeeeerreeeeeccccccccchhhhh.... I jolted awake at the screeching of tires and was suddenly filled with thoughts of my mother's car flipping in the street and my mind was engulfed with the flames that had erupted only seconds afterward.
Swallowing hard I pulled the shades up on my window and looked down into the streets below. They were for once empty and I thought I might just have been the only person awake enough to hear it.
Looking around in the dark I barely made out the lining of some sort of miniature transport truck that looked as if it had been trying to pass through, yet ended up butting into a lamp post. The truck itself was fine; it only seemed that the front part of the vehicle had been crushed down the middle. How could no one have heard?
The whole, slightly strange scenario left me disturbed and without a second thought in my head I grabbed my phone, a jacket, my dad's extra house key and my car key and flew out the door. I had to get a better look.
When I got outside I noticed that this might just be something I'd want to use later, and I really didn't want to check it out alone.....so I found myself punching in the number to Spot Conlon's cell phone on my own.
In almost no time I wound up in my Volvo creeping up silently into Spot's driveway. I figured his house was fairly nice, but I honestly couldn't tell in the dark. Not to mention I had other things on my mind.
I held my breath as the door in the front creaked open and Spot slipped outside, decked out in his sleepwear. It wasn't until he actually got into the car that I exhaled a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. It felt like any minute his parents would set off some sort of alarm and we'd get in some sort of trouble.
When he sat down and buckled up his seat belt I expected him to say something. To scold me for dragging him out of bed so early in the morning or something...I... well expected him to say something. But he didn't and I guess I was just surprised at how comfortable the silence was. I was about to mention it to him but when I turned to him it only figures that he was asleep.
I snickered softly. But it wasn't embarrassing for him or anything though. I mean he didn't snore and he slept with his mouth closed and stuff. I didn't really want to wake him, but knew I had to when we pulled into my street.
"Spot," I whispered giving his shoulder a gentle shake as I let my eyes survey the area. There was still no one there. I gave another gentle shake and looked over at him only to find myself being glared at with his piercing eyes.
"I've been awake for almost twenty seconds Skittery," He told me as he undid the seatbelt, "just calm down a little. I'm sure it'll still be there."
I nodded in a daze and we left my car from its position on the side of the street. Jogging around quickly, I opened the door for him and nodded at the truck. Spot seemed to suddenly wake up.
"No one heard it?" he asked his voice soft and quiet. I shook my head as we walked up to the back of the truck.
"No," I told him, "Strange though isn't it? I mean it wasn't a particularly loud crash but you think someone would have heard, right?" I asked and saw that he was having some sort of introversive moment.
"We should check on the drivers." He told me matter of factly as he tugged at the locked doors of the cargo area. But only, I noticed after slipping his hand under my jacket to touch the handle. Was he worried someone would fingerprint this thing? I mean...we didn't even know what it was.
Giving a resigned sigh I walked to the front not looking forward to what may be there. Looking through the window I saw that there were two passengers, one a driver. They were both dressed in some sort of unidentifiable uniform and the driver had some sort of belt on.
I opened the door, not bothering to take the same precautions as Spot had, and got closer to the body. Pressing my hand against the cold neck it was my pretty accurate thought that the driver was definitely dead. I just hoped my hesitation hadn't been a reason for him to die sooner than he needed to. The passenger wasn't moving either.
I wasn't terribly disturbed by the dead body, err bodies, because my father was a mortician in the morgue of a funeral home about 10 miles west of our apartment. And to be honest....I was used to the dead corpses. But I didn't think Spot would be. So I decided not to mention it unless he asked.
Which he did when he saw me walk back over to him, the driver's belt in my hand. His face paled but remained calm, "Are they...?" he trailed as I cut him off with an abrupt nod He sighed, "Skittery," he began but decided not to bother when I started to shuffle through the keys.
He shivered, "Damn it's cold out." He mumbled to himself and I realized that he was wearing sandals and a thin t-shirt. I took off my jacket.
"Umm...here," I said embarrassedly as I draped it over his shoulders. It was the least I could do after dragging his ass out here. He tugged at the lapels with his small hands and nodded, "Thank you." He said more clearly and I shrugged it off as I let out a squeak of triumph when suddenly a key slipped into the lock.
He straightened his back out at the sudden progress. I smiled nervously at him and pulled on the surprisingly heavy doors and wound up having him help me to pull them open. He was pretty strong for a little guy.
When the doors were finally opened me and Spot leaned into the darkness of its surprising depths. I looked at him sheepishly. I held my arm out extravagantly, "After you." I said to him and wound up getting an elbow in the ribs as he climbed into the back of the truck.
"Do you see anything?" I whispered to him as I took a mini flashlight from the belt, not helping the sting of guilt as I did so. Switching it on I shined it into the back and caught Spot in the face with it.
"Yes," he mumbled and I wondered if he was still tired, "Could you not shine that in my eyes for God's sake?" he requested putting a hand in front of him to block the stream of artificial light.
Grabbing his hand I helped him hop out of the back of the truck and saw that he had some sort of metal box with him. And I noticed, also, that it made his arm drag under it's weight and was littered with knobs and settings that neither of us had any idea what were for.
Spot opened his mouth to make a comment but decided against it when a flash of headlights shone in the distance and a large black limousine came speeding down the street. Acting as if on instinct I grabbed Spot and pulled him quickly into the back seat of my car and locked it.
Yet the abruptness of the action sent us both tumbling down onto the backseat and I hardly felt a thing when Spot landed on me and let the box slip to the floorboards.
Glancing up at him I swallowed heavily and put a finger to my lips and he nodded. Putting his hands on my chest he and I leaned closer to the window to see what was taking place outside.
My breath was hitched in my throat and I wasn't too sure if it was because of the mystery vehicle or the feeling of Spot's fingers laced on my shirt.
My thoughts, however, were interrupted by a loud slam of the door to the limo outside. Spot bit his lip and I tore my eyes from his face to the street.
A tall, younger male with short brown hair and a slim equally young female with flowing black hair and a sort of grace both stepped out of the car. The man exiting first and extending his hand to the woman. He glanced around and I noticed he was wearing sunglasses for some reason.
Another thing that didn't go unnoticed was the mini van that was parked behind them and the fact that they were both wearing dark business suits.
The man made a hand motion and the mini-van's doors slid open quietly as four men jumped out looking as if they were a S.W.A.T team ready it infiltrate a building. I held my breath.
"Search for the cargo," The man said quietly as he walked up to the front of the truck. Not much he would find there. Or so I thought. A weak voice spoke from the passenger side.
"Oh...Jesus Jareth..." it rasped and Spot's eyes widened along with my own. The passenger was still alive! But that appeared to be the least of our problems. Right after figuring out what the fuck was going on here!
"Well you sure seem to keep on screwing up don't you?" the man asked the passenger in a cold voice. "I gave you one, simple fucking job to do! Just one! And you can't do that?" he whispered in an angry tone.
"But...we hijacked the truck...and then we were run off the road....there were these kids......" I stiffened. Shit.....shit shit shit shit.
"I don't want to here any Goddamn excuse this time!" The man hissed and reached inside his jacket. When he pulled his hand back out, in it was a small, black handgun. Spot gasped and I clamped my hand over his mouth.
"Jareth...what're you doing?" The man asked sounding petrified. The man known as, Jareth grinned in a somewhat deranged fashion and said, "I'm eliminating a fuck up. Because in this business Pulitzer doesn't allow fuckups." And with that said he aimed and pulled the trigger and I found myself pulling Spot close to my chest. There was little to no noise.
The man put the gun on safety and then handed it to the woman who slipped it into the car. "Did you find anything suspicious?" he questioned her. She nodded.
"The cargo is missing and we found a couple of fingerprints." She stated in a robotic tone and handed him some sort of see through paper.
I looked at Spot and wondered if I could possibly look as fearless as he did then. Probably not I assumed.
The man let out a frustrated growl. "Get back to HQ!" he barked softly to the men before remembering himself and motioning to the truck, "And clean this shit up!"
Opening the door he let the woman in before following suit. Before he got in I saw him wave the papers in the men's faces. "This problem better get fixed...understood?" he asked and I didn't want to know what exactly he meant.
They all nodded and began to clear out the bodies, tossing them into the mini van before hooking the truck to the back and driving off.
When they were gone Spot let his face fall onto my chest. "Shit." He mumbled into my shirt.
I sighed....my thoughts exactly. We had a hell of a lot more to worry about then I had thought. Like what were we going to do....and where could we take this thing without being found?.... And just what had I gotten us into?
DigitalAngel4U: I hope this isn't moving to fast for everyone and no one is terribly confused. I intended to go further than this but felt like this was a good place to stop. And just if anyone is curious there will be some love issues popping up every once in a while, though it's not the main focus. Does anyone think they know what's going on? Review and let me know if you think you do. I'll take reviews, flames and constructive criticism! I'd love to know what you think! I'll try to update soon! Hope you're liking it!
Skittery's POV
I expected to go to school that day, to trudge through all my boring my boring ass classes, meet up with, Mush, Snitch and Specs at lunch and go home and go to sleep. Then I planned to wake up the next morning and do it all the fuck over again.
I'm not going to lie to you, I love my friends to death, even if they're all still mad about me piercing their ears when they were asleep last summer, yet I've been finding my life slipping into a normal and dull routine. Go to school, see friends, go out with friends, and then go home. But today was kind of different....and I like different.
When I was about to head to my newest class, some newspaper thing Snitch signed us all up for, I saw this kid getting himself into trouble with Oscar Delancy. And while I didn't look for trouble, I couldn't help it with this kid. And I wound up slamming my locker into Oscar's face.
What can I say? The kid just caught my eye. You know how sometimes you can feel like a person is everything you feel like you're not just by looking at them? Well that's what I felt when I looked at this kid.
He was way shorter than I was with a small, slim figure, messy blonde hair and sea blue eyes. He was wearing tighter, more um...damn what's the word....conservative...yeah whoops can't believe I forgot that...anyway more conservative clothing and carried himself with more confidence than I saw in most people. Everything I wasn't.......
His name was Spot Conlon as he revealed when he introduced himself to me, we talked for a moment before Snitch and some guy I didn't know decided to drag each of us to our next class.
I wanted so much to fleck Snitch on the nose or something and tell him not to do that again. For being my best friend he sure can't tell when I'm busy. But while we were walking to this class, and Snitch was babbling about how great it was going to be, I wondered when I'd see that kid again. And then whoa and behold he's in our newspaper class!
The class wound up not doing much for the first day except play poker with Racetrack, a friend of Spot's and get assigned into these pairs to cover stories. I was pleased with the teacher, whom seemed to be like a nice enough guy and the whole class with filled with interesting people. So I wound up making a lot of new friends.
Now don't think I'm going all fourth grade on you and being like, "Yay! I made new friends today!" or something.....because I actually am. It's just that for once in a long time I'm doing something different. And I'm just happy that I got the opportunity to do it before I graduate.
I was happy to get assigned with Spot, who I had been hoping to get a chance to know better anyhow. It was also interesting that at lunch the all of us had to sneak Racetrack and Spot, the only two sophomores, off campus. But it was fun....and new.....and I liked that.
After getting through the rest of the day I was fully prepared just to head home and see my 20 year old sister Claire, who was visiting us from college. And when I say us I mean me and my dad. But Snitch decided he wanted to go see some dumb movie and I wound up staying out pretty late.
At around 1:00 o'clock I finally stumbled into my apartment and in the dark tried to feel my way to my room. Tripping over some piece of shit that I'm going to assume wasn't supposed to be there I found myself in our small living room.
I bit my lip and shot a look of guilt when I saw my dad sleeping in a sitting position on the couch. He must have had a tiring day. There was a pillow beneath his head and a blanket draped over him......Claire.
"He was waiting up for you all night." A soft voice explained from behind me causing me to jump into the air and knock over a vase, slip and then catch it. They don't call me Skittery for nothing. My sister tucked a strand of her long dark hair behind her ear.
She stood up and took the vase from me. Sitting it on the kitchen counter, which was right next to the living room, she turned and held her long arms out to me. Leaning forward I allowed her arms to envelop me in a hug and I comforted in her presence and the smell of oranges that I long missed from our mother.
"It's good to see you." She whispered to me and kissed my forehead. "I'm going to go to sleep, okay?" she asked and I wondered from the dark circles under her eyes if she had been waiting up for me too. But I let it pass and told her goodnight.
I walked quietly to my room not wanting to wake up my dad. I slipped into my room and fell onto my bed, not bothering to take a shower or change or anything. I'd just take a shower in the morning anyway.
Lying on top of the sheets I wrenched my eyes closed not really all that tired anymore. In my mind it felt like I had lain there for an eternity, but my brain said that it had only been about twenty minutes.
.... Sceeeeeeeeeerreeeeeccccccccchhhhh.... I jolted awake at the screeching of tires and was suddenly filled with thoughts of my mother's car flipping in the street and my mind was engulfed with the flames that had erupted only seconds afterward.
Swallowing hard I pulled the shades up on my window and looked down into the streets below. They were for once empty and I thought I might just have been the only person awake enough to hear it.
Looking around in the dark I barely made out the lining of some sort of miniature transport truck that looked as if it had been trying to pass through, yet ended up butting into a lamp post. The truck itself was fine; it only seemed that the front part of the vehicle had been crushed down the middle. How could no one have heard?
The whole, slightly strange scenario left me disturbed and without a second thought in my head I grabbed my phone, a jacket, my dad's extra house key and my car key and flew out the door. I had to get a better look.
When I got outside I noticed that this might just be something I'd want to use later, and I really didn't want to check it out alone.....so I found myself punching in the number to Spot Conlon's cell phone on my own.
In almost no time I wound up in my Volvo creeping up silently into Spot's driveway. I figured his house was fairly nice, but I honestly couldn't tell in the dark. Not to mention I had other things on my mind.
I held my breath as the door in the front creaked open and Spot slipped outside, decked out in his sleepwear. It wasn't until he actually got into the car that I exhaled a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. It felt like any minute his parents would set off some sort of alarm and we'd get in some sort of trouble.
When he sat down and buckled up his seat belt I expected him to say something. To scold me for dragging him out of bed so early in the morning or something...I... well expected him to say something. But he didn't and I guess I was just surprised at how comfortable the silence was. I was about to mention it to him but when I turned to him it only figures that he was asleep.
I snickered softly. But it wasn't embarrassing for him or anything though. I mean he didn't snore and he slept with his mouth closed and stuff. I didn't really want to wake him, but knew I had to when we pulled into my street.
"Spot," I whispered giving his shoulder a gentle shake as I let my eyes survey the area. There was still no one there. I gave another gentle shake and looked over at him only to find myself being glared at with his piercing eyes.
"I've been awake for almost twenty seconds Skittery," He told me as he undid the seatbelt, "just calm down a little. I'm sure it'll still be there."
I nodded in a daze and we left my car from its position on the side of the street. Jogging around quickly, I opened the door for him and nodded at the truck. Spot seemed to suddenly wake up.
"No one heard it?" he asked his voice soft and quiet. I shook my head as we walked up to the back of the truck.
"No," I told him, "Strange though isn't it? I mean it wasn't a particularly loud crash but you think someone would have heard, right?" I asked and saw that he was having some sort of introversive moment.
"We should check on the drivers." He told me matter of factly as he tugged at the locked doors of the cargo area. But only, I noticed after slipping his hand under my jacket to touch the handle. Was he worried someone would fingerprint this thing? I mean...we didn't even know what it was.
Giving a resigned sigh I walked to the front not looking forward to what may be there. Looking through the window I saw that there were two passengers, one a driver. They were both dressed in some sort of unidentifiable uniform and the driver had some sort of belt on.
I opened the door, not bothering to take the same precautions as Spot had, and got closer to the body. Pressing my hand against the cold neck it was my pretty accurate thought that the driver was definitely dead. I just hoped my hesitation hadn't been a reason for him to die sooner than he needed to. The passenger wasn't moving either.
I wasn't terribly disturbed by the dead body, err bodies, because my father was a mortician in the morgue of a funeral home about 10 miles west of our apartment. And to be honest....I was used to the dead corpses. But I didn't think Spot would be. So I decided not to mention it unless he asked.
Which he did when he saw me walk back over to him, the driver's belt in my hand. His face paled but remained calm, "Are they...?" he trailed as I cut him off with an abrupt nod He sighed, "Skittery," he began but decided not to bother when I started to shuffle through the keys.
He shivered, "Damn it's cold out." He mumbled to himself and I realized that he was wearing sandals and a thin t-shirt. I took off my jacket.
"Umm...here," I said embarrassedly as I draped it over his shoulders. It was the least I could do after dragging his ass out here. He tugged at the lapels with his small hands and nodded, "Thank you." He said more clearly and I shrugged it off as I let out a squeak of triumph when suddenly a key slipped into the lock.
He straightened his back out at the sudden progress. I smiled nervously at him and pulled on the surprisingly heavy doors and wound up having him help me to pull them open. He was pretty strong for a little guy.
When the doors were finally opened me and Spot leaned into the darkness of its surprising depths. I looked at him sheepishly. I held my arm out extravagantly, "After you." I said to him and wound up getting an elbow in the ribs as he climbed into the back of the truck.
"Do you see anything?" I whispered to him as I took a mini flashlight from the belt, not helping the sting of guilt as I did so. Switching it on I shined it into the back and caught Spot in the face with it.
"Yes," he mumbled and I wondered if he was still tired, "Could you not shine that in my eyes for God's sake?" he requested putting a hand in front of him to block the stream of artificial light.
Grabbing his hand I helped him hop out of the back of the truck and saw that he had some sort of metal box with him. And I noticed, also, that it made his arm drag under it's weight and was littered with knobs and settings that neither of us had any idea what were for.
Spot opened his mouth to make a comment but decided against it when a flash of headlights shone in the distance and a large black limousine came speeding down the street. Acting as if on instinct I grabbed Spot and pulled him quickly into the back seat of my car and locked it.
Yet the abruptness of the action sent us both tumbling down onto the backseat and I hardly felt a thing when Spot landed on me and let the box slip to the floorboards.
Glancing up at him I swallowed heavily and put a finger to my lips and he nodded. Putting his hands on my chest he and I leaned closer to the window to see what was taking place outside.
My breath was hitched in my throat and I wasn't too sure if it was because of the mystery vehicle or the feeling of Spot's fingers laced on my shirt.
My thoughts, however, were interrupted by a loud slam of the door to the limo outside. Spot bit his lip and I tore my eyes from his face to the street.
A tall, younger male with short brown hair and a slim equally young female with flowing black hair and a sort of grace both stepped out of the car. The man exiting first and extending his hand to the woman. He glanced around and I noticed he was wearing sunglasses for some reason.
Another thing that didn't go unnoticed was the mini van that was parked behind them and the fact that they were both wearing dark business suits.
The man made a hand motion and the mini-van's doors slid open quietly as four men jumped out looking as if they were a S.W.A.T team ready it infiltrate a building. I held my breath.
"Search for the cargo," The man said quietly as he walked up to the front of the truck. Not much he would find there. Or so I thought. A weak voice spoke from the passenger side.
"Oh...Jesus Jareth..." it rasped and Spot's eyes widened along with my own. The passenger was still alive! But that appeared to be the least of our problems. Right after figuring out what the fuck was going on here!
"Well you sure seem to keep on screwing up don't you?" the man asked the passenger in a cold voice. "I gave you one, simple fucking job to do! Just one! And you can't do that?" he whispered in an angry tone.
"But...we hijacked the truck...and then we were run off the road....there were these kids......" I stiffened. Shit.....shit shit shit shit.
"I don't want to here any Goddamn excuse this time!" The man hissed and reached inside his jacket. When he pulled his hand back out, in it was a small, black handgun. Spot gasped and I clamped my hand over his mouth.
"Jareth...what're you doing?" The man asked sounding petrified. The man known as, Jareth grinned in a somewhat deranged fashion and said, "I'm eliminating a fuck up. Because in this business Pulitzer doesn't allow fuckups." And with that said he aimed and pulled the trigger and I found myself pulling Spot close to my chest. There was little to no noise.
The man put the gun on safety and then handed it to the woman who slipped it into the car. "Did you find anything suspicious?" he questioned her. She nodded.
"The cargo is missing and we found a couple of fingerprints." She stated in a robotic tone and handed him some sort of see through paper.
I looked at Spot and wondered if I could possibly look as fearless as he did then. Probably not I assumed.
The man let out a frustrated growl. "Get back to HQ!" he barked softly to the men before remembering himself and motioning to the truck, "And clean this shit up!"
Opening the door he let the woman in before following suit. Before he got in I saw him wave the papers in the men's faces. "This problem better get fixed...understood?" he asked and I didn't want to know what exactly he meant.
They all nodded and began to clear out the bodies, tossing them into the mini van before hooking the truck to the back and driving off.
When they were gone Spot let his face fall onto my chest. "Shit." He mumbled into my shirt.
I sighed....my thoughts exactly. We had a hell of a lot more to worry about then I had thought. Like what were we going to do....and where could we take this thing without being found?.... And just what had I gotten us into?
DigitalAngel4U: I hope this isn't moving to fast for everyone and no one is terribly confused. I intended to go further than this but felt like this was a good place to stop. And just if anyone is curious there will be some love issues popping up every once in a while, though it's not the main focus. Does anyone think they know what's going on? Review and let me know if you think you do. I'll take reviews, flames and constructive criticism! I'd love to know what you think! I'll try to update soon! Hope you're liking it!