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Skittery's POV
I had been kind of shocked when Spot told me that whatever was in the box was what his father had been working on. Yet I was more shocked that Spot hadn't been wondering something that had been nagging at the back of my head for quite some time. If Spot's father's lab project had been hijacked by that Pulitzer guy.....then who had driven them off the road like the passenger had said? Was it possible that there were more than two people after this? And if so who were they?
That's what I had been trying to figure out during Newspaper until Racetrack had to go and spill his fucking coffee all over me. I'm sorry that he's jealous....or maybe he's just upset because Spot doesn't seem to understand that he likes him. But I'm not too worried about that. Call me selfish but...I feel that if Spot doesn't know Racetrack likes him...I might have a somewhat better chance.
I know that's slightly strange...I mean liking him after knowing him for like...what a day? But....I dunno it feels right. Damn I feel stupid. Just like Snitch said I had been acting when we talked earlier.
Speaking of which, I decided to pull Snitch aside after me and Spot got back from lunch. I had contemplated what Spot had suggested beforehand. But I knew that no matter how much Snitch had liked me in the past that he had gotten over it. So I talked to him at his locker and directly told him to lay off of Spot.
He agreed that he would but I think I only pissed him off even more than he had been. I figured not worrying would be the best option, it was my answer to a lot of things.
But my mind had been so occupied by Spot that day that I offered him a ride home, trying to be able to get into the routine of letting me take him places. I was surprised when he turned it down, saying that he "just wanted to go for a walk." I couldn't understand why though. But it was just like him to surprise me. Not that I really know what's like him. That would be Racetrack's area of expertise. Grrrrrr. I'm kidding! I swear.
Anyways I decided to just hurry up and get home so I could actually spend some time with Claire. Seeing as I hadn't had the chance to yesterday.
So hopping into my car I started the engine and began to pull out of the school parking lot. Leaning forward I turned on the radio and smirked when "Hello Young Lovers." Sung by Frank Sinatra came on.
Spot must have changed my station this morning and I hadn't even noticed. It turned out that he liked a bunch of older singers. He told me that he loved Frank Sinatra, Van Morrison, Dean Martin and said that he adored Tony Bennett. I was surprised...sort of. I decided to leave the station there.
Just as I finished listening to 'Danke Shoen' by a woman I never heard of I pulled onto my street.
It was as if time had slowed. I turned the corner to pull into my street and was hit full force by the sounds of sirens and my eyes were assaulted by the spinning lights of police cars.
Frantically I parked onto the side of my road and threw open my car door. Jumping up I ran through the crush of policemen and made my way to my apartment.
"Oh please, please God don't let it be there." I mumbled desperately struggling as an officer caught me in my stomach to hold me back.
They were in my apartment. "What happened?" I demanded. The cop regarded me coolly, almost too calm. "Do you live here?" he asked me and I would've realized that his uniform didn't quite match the other's policemen if my eyes hadn't been focused on a spot of blood in the kitchen where paramedics were cluttered around Claire's barely moving body.
"Claire!" I shouted and broke free of the officer's grip. Shoving some poor paramedic out of the way I dropped to my knees and clutched my sister's hand.
Her eyes looked at me and a smile, barely visible, escaped onto her lips. "Jacob," she whispered softly and it looked as if speaking hurt her. There was a gash on her left temple and a wound in her side.
"I'm so glad you're okay." I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Kissing her hand I turned to a doctor and asked him how she would be.
"She'll be fine once we get her to a hospital." He told me as he helped lift her onto a stretcher and I sat there trying to figure out how this had happened. While I had no proof that this was somehow connected to mine and Spot's witnesses of that murder, I would bet that it was the most likely reason.
BANG! I swear I jumped like three fucking feet in the air. Turning my head I watched in horror as the 'policemen' who had previously barred me from entering my home started firing off rounds from a pistol.
In nearly three seconds every real officer was dead. While going down a medic pushed me behind the kitchen countered.
Holy shit I couldn't breathe.
A man quickly pointed a gun at the medics. He jerked his hand to the stretcher Claire was on. "Get her into the ambulance outside now!" he ordered and I had a feeling it was no normal ambulance.
"The Hell you will!" I screamed and tackled the man with a gun. A shot grazed past my shoulder tearing slightly into my skin and causing enough pain for me to scream.
Suddenly there was a foot on my back and I knew that Claire was gone as ambulance sirens took off into the distance.
"Are you the kid that lives here?" asked the man with his foot on back. I decided to play it safe.
"You mean Jacob?" I asked actually sounding confused. At this the man gave a cruel bark of laughter.
"Yeah Jacob." He hissed stepping harder onto me by shifting his weight forward. I shook my head, "No," I said to him, "I'm just his friend."
"Humph. Well give him this." The man declared throwing an envelope at the back of my head. With a couple more words he ordered the other man to leave the room. When he left he removed his foot off of me.
I breathed heavily as he kneeled down next to me. Looking around he reached into his vest compartment and I held my breath once more.
"He'll need this." He said setting a magnum next to me and helping me to my feet. "I'll watch over his sister, alright?" he asked and I nodded dumbfounded. Was he really part of this organization?
"Thanks," I whispered as he took off out the door soon followed by screeching tires. Springing into action, I grabbed a bag and began to shove clothes, my cell, the gun and anything else it seemed I could reach. They would be back. I had a feeling and I only prayed that whoever that man was wouldn't get caught for helping me.
Snatching my keys I rushed out the door locking it simply in the case that someone might actually try to break in again.
I was sprinting to my car and had some difficulty actually getting into the car in all my frantic and erratic movements. Phhh......I just needed to breathe.
So taking my own advice I inhaled deeply and slowed down a little. I mean...I wasn't even sure where I was going to go. Questions and thoughts were flying around in my brain and no amount of calming down was gonna make them stop.
Finally I put the key into the ignition and buckled my seatbelt not knowing what to do or really where to go. But fortunately the ringing of my cell phone postponed my decision.
Practically lunging at the sports bag I took hold of my phone and paused, "Hello?" I asked and hoping that whoever it was didn't notice my heaving breathing. The voice that greeted me was like music to my ears.
"Skittery?" It was Spot! Thank you God! "Spot? Is that you? Jesus Spot they were at my fucking house!" I told him not having thought that a similar incident might have happened to him.
"I know!" he whispered and I wondered where he was at, "Go to the school." He told me, Wait...something must have happened. Why was I so fucking stupid?
"The school?" I asked making sure I hadn't heard him wrong. "Yeah," he said and I could hear his voice get louder. It dropped again as he said, "We have to get that fucking box Skittery. I think I know what it is that's in it."
I sighed. I wasn't too thrilled about knowing what was in that thing but we'd have to find out sooner or later what the big fuss is you know.
"Fine," I said at last, "be careful. I'll see you soon, okay?"
"Yeah you too. Bye." "Bye." I said hanging up my phone and started the car. This time with a destination in mind.
Shoving on the doors of the surprisingly unlocked double doors that led to the west half of the English section of my school I went over to where I knew Spot's locker was and leaned against the roll of lockers. He wasn't here yet so I peeked around the roll of lockers.
Eyes widening I saw Spot standing there talking to Denton! What was Denton doing here? He only taught one class. Was he suspicious about, now that I saw him, Spot's torn clothing?
However I breathed a sigh of relief when Spot smiled, nodded and waved to Denton, who took off slowly down the hall without turning back. He walked in the direction of his lockers and broke into a grin when he saw me waiting for him.
Stepping forward I slipped my hands around his waist and hugged him. "Thank God you're okay." He murmured into my shoulder and pulled away, taking the warmth that had come with him.
He nodded his head toward the locker and I held a bag up to him. He turned to his locker and did the combination and smiled when he saw that the box was still there. He seemed to have feared that it might have been stolen. Now that would've been a problem to add to our list.
Taking it into his hands he dropped it into the bag I had into my hands. Its weight reminded me of the gravity of the situation and I realized that though a lot had taken place it was as if I were leafing through a book and not actually reading the fucking words.
We stood silent for a moment. Both of us looked anywhere but at the bag in my hands. I nodded my head to the direction of the door I had come in. "My car?" I asked him with a smile. He smirked and nodded
"So did you like the music change that I left for you?" he asked me slyly and I pretended to glare. I shrugged at him as I opened the car door for him and he thanked me.
"Actually I left it there. I heard Old Blue Eyes." I told him and he smiled at the mention of Frank Sinatra. He jerked his head up and smiled even wider.
"Glad you liked him! Now we can leave it there!" He declared and I groaned. It wasn't that good. Phhhhh......fine.
I put my hand on the wheel and looked at him somewhat tenser than I had felt earlier. "Any destination requests for the night?" I asked him. Which it was, night that is.
He nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah somewhere kind of deserted, and quiet." He said and I stared at him. Was he suggesting something?
He caught me looking at him. "You know," he stated, "So we can see what's in the box." I shook my head up and down.
"Right," I told him. What could I possibly have been thinking? I did wonder where to go however. I pondered this for a moment. Hmm where would Snitch go if he wanted to go smoke or something? Which I do not do by the way.
"How about the old agriculture center?" I asked knowing that as we lived in Manhattan it wasn't entirely the student body's favorite class. So it was therefore never really occupied during after school hours.
He nodded, "Yeah that's fine," he said and I began to drive to the other side of our rather large school. He flipped the radio on and smiled when a mans voice came on.
The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay.... the glory that was Rome is of another day....I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan...I'm going home.... to my city by the bay.....I left my heart in San Francisco.... High on a hill...it calls to me.....To be where little cable cars.....climb halfway to the stars....The morning fog may chill the air...I don't care...my love waits there...in San Francisco....above the blue and windy sea...when I come home to you...San Francisco...your golden sun will shine for me.
The whole thing was kind of funny. You know about the Manhattan part. The voice sounded terribly familiar but I couldn't place it.
"Let me guess Jack loves that song?" I asked parking the car next to a rundown brick structure that I suppose were stables.
Spot laughed, he had told me that it was always Jack's fantasy to go somewhere incredibly far away from Manhattan though he wasn't quite sure why.
"So do you want to open it?" he asked me and I looked at him strangely. "No. Not really." I told him rather bluntly only to realize that I was kind of being and asshole. I mean I dragged him into this...and it seemed like he was picking up all of my slack. I sighed nervously.
"Yeah," I said slowly, "I'll do it. If we figure out how to open it." I motioned to all the knobs on the damn thing as he took it out. He looked up at me.
"I've been trying to figure out all of the knobs and stuff and I think I know what some of them mean." He told me in a rather distracted tone. Like when you read a paper you wrote only to realize that you don't exactly like it all that much.
He let his fingers slid idly over the central knob and then pointed to what looked like...a thermometer?
"I think this controls the temperature of the inside. So trying to open it that way might just be a disaster...ummm." He looked around to the back of the box. Pulling at the box with his fingernail I was shocked to see a small square fall open.
"Aha!" he exclaimed and twisted it around to reveal a lock for a key to me. "These things," he tossed a hand at all the other controls, "are just here to fool you I think. When it comes down to it they decided to the old fashion way." He pulled out a key that was large and silver.
He handed it to me, "Do the honors?" he asked smirking. I nodded and took the key.
"But first," I said, "What do you think is in it?" I asked him and he smiled adorably at me. Wait...did I just say that? Why do I bother?
"I think it might be some sort of medical or historical thing. Maybe like a cure for cancer or something...who knows? Your guess is probably as good as mine."
I shook my head, "Probably not." I told him wondering what on earth was so important that they had nearly killed my sister to get it. More violence maybe?
"Maybe it's some bomb thing or something." I said and he laughed. He closed my fingers around the key in my hand.
"Find out." He urged gently. I nodded and put the key into the lock and twisted it around. It fit perfectly. Where had Spot gotten it from anyway? Why was I stalling?
"One more thing." I said to him. He looked at me curiously. He raised an eyebrow at me.
"What's that?" he asked. I swallowed nervously.
"This," I whispered before leaning forward and catching his lips in a soft and small kiss. I pulled away and looked at him. He was smiling! Yay!
"Just in case it is a bomb." I told him with a smile. He rolled his eyes, "Sure," he joked and I smiled before pulling open the boxes little latch door.
A burst of white air shot out of the box quickly and then died down a little. I looked at the contents. It only took me a moment to realize what the round, yellow sphere was.
"Holy Shit!" Spot and I spoke at the same time. I looked at him slowly. I gestured to the object. "Aren't they extinct?" I asked in all seriousness.
His face looked like a mixture between shocked and grim. "I'm guessing they won't be for too long."
DigitalAngel4U: Sorry I haven't just come out and said it. Anyone know what it is by now? Plus I'm sorry it's been such a while since my last update I was kind of busy not to mention my internet just stopped working. Well sorry if that was sloppy and I'll get around to Skittery's tattoo soon, okay? Hope you're still interested and let me know what I can do to improve it! I'd love to know what you think!
Skittery's POV
I had been kind of shocked when Spot told me that whatever was in the box was what his father had been working on. Yet I was more shocked that Spot hadn't been wondering something that had been nagging at the back of my head for quite some time. If Spot's father's lab project had been hijacked by that Pulitzer guy.....then who had driven them off the road like the passenger had said? Was it possible that there were more than two people after this? And if so who were they?
That's what I had been trying to figure out during Newspaper until Racetrack had to go and spill his fucking coffee all over me. I'm sorry that he's jealous....or maybe he's just upset because Spot doesn't seem to understand that he likes him. But I'm not too worried about that. Call me selfish but...I feel that if Spot doesn't know Racetrack likes him...I might have a somewhat better chance.
I know that's slightly strange...I mean liking him after knowing him for like...what a day? But....I dunno it feels right. Damn I feel stupid. Just like Snitch said I had been acting when we talked earlier.
Speaking of which, I decided to pull Snitch aside after me and Spot got back from lunch. I had contemplated what Spot had suggested beforehand. But I knew that no matter how much Snitch had liked me in the past that he had gotten over it. So I talked to him at his locker and directly told him to lay off of Spot.
He agreed that he would but I think I only pissed him off even more than he had been. I figured not worrying would be the best option, it was my answer to a lot of things.
But my mind had been so occupied by Spot that day that I offered him a ride home, trying to be able to get into the routine of letting me take him places. I was surprised when he turned it down, saying that he "just wanted to go for a walk." I couldn't understand why though. But it was just like him to surprise me. Not that I really know what's like him. That would be Racetrack's area of expertise. Grrrrrr. I'm kidding! I swear.
Anyways I decided to just hurry up and get home so I could actually spend some time with Claire. Seeing as I hadn't had the chance to yesterday.
So hopping into my car I started the engine and began to pull out of the school parking lot. Leaning forward I turned on the radio and smirked when "Hello Young Lovers." Sung by Frank Sinatra came on.
Spot must have changed my station this morning and I hadn't even noticed. It turned out that he liked a bunch of older singers. He told me that he loved Frank Sinatra, Van Morrison, Dean Martin and said that he adored Tony Bennett. I was surprised...sort of. I decided to leave the station there.
Just as I finished listening to 'Danke Shoen' by a woman I never heard of I pulled onto my street.
It was as if time had slowed. I turned the corner to pull into my street and was hit full force by the sounds of sirens and my eyes were assaulted by the spinning lights of police cars.
Frantically I parked onto the side of my road and threw open my car door. Jumping up I ran through the crush of policemen and made my way to my apartment.
"Oh please, please God don't let it be there." I mumbled desperately struggling as an officer caught me in my stomach to hold me back.
They were in my apartment. "What happened?" I demanded. The cop regarded me coolly, almost too calm. "Do you live here?" he asked me and I would've realized that his uniform didn't quite match the other's policemen if my eyes hadn't been focused on a spot of blood in the kitchen where paramedics were cluttered around Claire's barely moving body.
"Claire!" I shouted and broke free of the officer's grip. Shoving some poor paramedic out of the way I dropped to my knees and clutched my sister's hand.
Her eyes looked at me and a smile, barely visible, escaped onto her lips. "Jacob," she whispered softly and it looked as if speaking hurt her. There was a gash on her left temple and a wound in her side.
"I'm so glad you're okay." I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Kissing her hand I turned to a doctor and asked him how she would be.
"She'll be fine once we get her to a hospital." He told me as he helped lift her onto a stretcher and I sat there trying to figure out how this had happened. While I had no proof that this was somehow connected to mine and Spot's witnesses of that murder, I would bet that it was the most likely reason.
BANG! I swear I jumped like three fucking feet in the air. Turning my head I watched in horror as the 'policemen' who had previously barred me from entering my home started firing off rounds from a pistol.
In nearly three seconds every real officer was dead. While going down a medic pushed me behind the kitchen countered.
Holy shit I couldn't breathe.
A man quickly pointed a gun at the medics. He jerked his hand to the stretcher Claire was on. "Get her into the ambulance outside now!" he ordered and I had a feeling it was no normal ambulance.
"The Hell you will!" I screamed and tackled the man with a gun. A shot grazed past my shoulder tearing slightly into my skin and causing enough pain for me to scream.
Suddenly there was a foot on my back and I knew that Claire was gone as ambulance sirens took off into the distance.
"Are you the kid that lives here?" asked the man with his foot on back. I decided to play it safe.
"You mean Jacob?" I asked actually sounding confused. At this the man gave a cruel bark of laughter.
"Yeah Jacob." He hissed stepping harder onto me by shifting his weight forward. I shook my head, "No," I said to him, "I'm just his friend."
"Humph. Well give him this." The man declared throwing an envelope at the back of my head. With a couple more words he ordered the other man to leave the room. When he left he removed his foot off of me.
I breathed heavily as he kneeled down next to me. Looking around he reached into his vest compartment and I held my breath once more.
"He'll need this." He said setting a magnum next to me and helping me to my feet. "I'll watch over his sister, alright?" he asked and I nodded dumbfounded. Was he really part of this organization?
"Thanks," I whispered as he took off out the door soon followed by screeching tires. Springing into action, I grabbed a bag and began to shove clothes, my cell, the gun and anything else it seemed I could reach. They would be back. I had a feeling and I only prayed that whoever that man was wouldn't get caught for helping me.
Snatching my keys I rushed out the door locking it simply in the case that someone might actually try to break in again.
I was sprinting to my car and had some difficulty actually getting into the car in all my frantic and erratic movements. Phhh......I just needed to breathe.
So taking my own advice I inhaled deeply and slowed down a little. I mean...I wasn't even sure where I was going to go. Questions and thoughts were flying around in my brain and no amount of calming down was gonna make them stop.
Finally I put the key into the ignition and buckled my seatbelt not knowing what to do or really where to go. But fortunately the ringing of my cell phone postponed my decision.
Practically lunging at the sports bag I took hold of my phone and paused, "Hello?" I asked and hoping that whoever it was didn't notice my heaving breathing. The voice that greeted me was like music to my ears.
"Skittery?" It was Spot! Thank you God! "Spot? Is that you? Jesus Spot they were at my fucking house!" I told him not having thought that a similar incident might have happened to him.
"I know!" he whispered and I wondered where he was at, "Go to the school." He told me, Wait...something must have happened. Why was I so fucking stupid?
"The school?" I asked making sure I hadn't heard him wrong. "Yeah," he said and I could hear his voice get louder. It dropped again as he said, "We have to get that fucking box Skittery. I think I know what it is that's in it."
I sighed. I wasn't too thrilled about knowing what was in that thing but we'd have to find out sooner or later what the big fuss is you know.
"Fine," I said at last, "be careful. I'll see you soon, okay?"
"Yeah you too. Bye." "Bye." I said hanging up my phone and started the car. This time with a destination in mind.
Shoving on the doors of the surprisingly unlocked double doors that led to the west half of the English section of my school I went over to where I knew Spot's locker was and leaned against the roll of lockers. He wasn't here yet so I peeked around the roll of lockers.
Eyes widening I saw Spot standing there talking to Denton! What was Denton doing here? He only taught one class. Was he suspicious about, now that I saw him, Spot's torn clothing?
However I breathed a sigh of relief when Spot smiled, nodded and waved to Denton, who took off slowly down the hall without turning back. He walked in the direction of his lockers and broke into a grin when he saw me waiting for him.
Stepping forward I slipped my hands around his waist and hugged him. "Thank God you're okay." He murmured into my shoulder and pulled away, taking the warmth that had come with him.
He nodded his head toward the locker and I held a bag up to him. He turned to his locker and did the combination and smiled when he saw that the box was still there. He seemed to have feared that it might have been stolen. Now that would've been a problem to add to our list.
Taking it into his hands he dropped it into the bag I had into my hands. Its weight reminded me of the gravity of the situation and I realized that though a lot had taken place it was as if I were leafing through a book and not actually reading the fucking words.
We stood silent for a moment. Both of us looked anywhere but at the bag in my hands. I nodded my head to the direction of the door I had come in. "My car?" I asked him with a smile. He smirked and nodded
"So did you like the music change that I left for you?" he asked me slyly and I pretended to glare. I shrugged at him as I opened the car door for him and he thanked me.
"Actually I left it there. I heard Old Blue Eyes." I told him and he smiled at the mention of Frank Sinatra. He jerked his head up and smiled even wider.
"Glad you liked him! Now we can leave it there!" He declared and I groaned. It wasn't that good. Phhhhh......fine.
I put my hand on the wheel and looked at him somewhat tenser than I had felt earlier. "Any destination requests for the night?" I asked him. Which it was, night that is.
He nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah somewhere kind of deserted, and quiet." He said and I stared at him. Was he suggesting something?
He caught me looking at him. "You know," he stated, "So we can see what's in the box." I shook my head up and down.
"Right," I told him. What could I possibly have been thinking? I did wonder where to go however. I pondered this for a moment. Hmm where would Snitch go if he wanted to go smoke or something? Which I do not do by the way.
"How about the old agriculture center?" I asked knowing that as we lived in Manhattan it wasn't entirely the student body's favorite class. So it was therefore never really occupied during after school hours.
He nodded, "Yeah that's fine," he said and I began to drive to the other side of our rather large school. He flipped the radio on and smiled when a mans voice came on.
The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay.... the glory that was Rome is of another day....I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan...I'm going home.... to my city by the bay.....I left my heart in San Francisco.... High on a hill...it calls to me.....To be where little cable cars.....climb halfway to the stars....The morning fog may chill the air...I don't care...my love waits there...in San Francisco....above the blue and windy sea...when I come home to you...San Francisco...your golden sun will shine for me.
The whole thing was kind of funny. You know about the Manhattan part. The voice sounded terribly familiar but I couldn't place it.
"Let me guess Jack loves that song?" I asked parking the car next to a rundown brick structure that I suppose were stables.
Spot laughed, he had told me that it was always Jack's fantasy to go somewhere incredibly far away from Manhattan though he wasn't quite sure why.
"So do you want to open it?" he asked me and I looked at him strangely. "No. Not really." I told him rather bluntly only to realize that I was kind of being and asshole. I mean I dragged him into this...and it seemed like he was picking up all of my slack. I sighed nervously.
"Yeah," I said slowly, "I'll do it. If we figure out how to open it." I motioned to all the knobs on the damn thing as he took it out. He looked up at me.
"I've been trying to figure out all of the knobs and stuff and I think I know what some of them mean." He told me in a rather distracted tone. Like when you read a paper you wrote only to realize that you don't exactly like it all that much.
He let his fingers slid idly over the central knob and then pointed to what looked like...a thermometer?
"I think this controls the temperature of the inside. So trying to open it that way might just be a disaster...ummm." He looked around to the back of the box. Pulling at the box with his fingernail I was shocked to see a small square fall open.
"Aha!" he exclaimed and twisted it around to reveal a lock for a key to me. "These things," he tossed a hand at all the other controls, "are just here to fool you I think. When it comes down to it they decided to the old fashion way." He pulled out a key that was large and silver.
He handed it to me, "Do the honors?" he asked smirking. I nodded and took the key.
"But first," I said, "What do you think is in it?" I asked him and he smiled adorably at me. Wait...did I just say that? Why do I bother?
"I think it might be some sort of medical or historical thing. Maybe like a cure for cancer or something...who knows? Your guess is probably as good as mine."
I shook my head, "Probably not." I told him wondering what on earth was so important that they had nearly killed my sister to get it. More violence maybe?
"Maybe it's some bomb thing or something." I said and he laughed. He closed my fingers around the key in my hand.
"Find out." He urged gently. I nodded and put the key into the lock and twisted it around. It fit perfectly. Where had Spot gotten it from anyway? Why was I stalling?
"One more thing." I said to him. He looked at me curiously. He raised an eyebrow at me.
"What's that?" he asked. I swallowed nervously.
"This," I whispered before leaning forward and catching his lips in a soft and small kiss. I pulled away and looked at him. He was smiling! Yay!
"Just in case it is a bomb." I told him with a smile. He rolled his eyes, "Sure," he joked and I smiled before pulling open the boxes little latch door.
A burst of white air shot out of the box quickly and then died down a little. I looked at the contents. It only took me a moment to realize what the round, yellow sphere was.
"Holy Shit!" Spot and I spoke at the same time. I looked at him slowly. I gestured to the object. "Aren't they extinct?" I asked in all seriousness.
His face looked like a mixture between shocked and grim. "I'm guessing they won't be for too long."
DigitalAngel4U: Sorry I haven't just come out and said it. Anyone know what it is by now? Plus I'm sorry it's been such a while since my last update I was kind of busy not to mention my internet just stopped working. Well sorry if that was sloppy and I'll get around to Skittery's tattoo soon, okay? Hope you're still interested and let me know what I can do to improve it! I'd love to know what you think!