Disclaimer: I sadly do not own War of the Worlds…Cuz, that would be Steven Spielberg…and while the book is awesome, alas I cannot take credit for that either as it belongs to Herbert….yeah, Herbert George Wells, also known as H.G. Wells, anyway…I only own Crystal Ferrier, everything else belongs to their respective owners in which im sure you can figure out who they are for yourself.
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She turned the corner, and ran to their door, where she saw Rachel standing there, looking straight at her, Ray, Ryan, Tommy, and John…
Chapter 3: Planes, Trains, and Automobiles.
Ray opened the door and walked inside in a hurry, the other four following suite. Rachel looked between the 5 of them but Robbie, who had just walked out of the living room, voiced their thoughts.
"What's going on?" He asked worriedly.
He was only met by silence as the 5 tried to contemplate what was going on outside the walls.
"Dad, Chris? What are you guys covered in?" Rachel asked nervously.
Again the two were only met by silence; Ray walked over to the bathroom sink and looked into the mirror. The other 6 looked at him curiously as he ran a hand through his hair and attempted to shake the dust out of it, he turned on the sink and rinsed off his face and began to scrutinize it in the mirror. He suddenly walked into the kitchen and the six followed him.
"We're leaving this house in sixty seconds."
He shoved a box into Robbie's hands, and fished atop the fridge for batteries.
"Rachel, honey, you know that suitcase you brought? I want you to go upstairs and bring it down to me, okay honey" Ray said and turned to Robbie, "Take this and fill it up with stuff from the fridge."
"Why should I?"
"Just, do it."
"Dad, you're really scaring me." Rachel said in a scared voice.
"Chris, sweety, grab a back-pack and fill it up with whatever you think is necessary," he said to Chris and then turn to her friends, "You guys are coming to I assume?"
"Yeah, Mr. Ferrier, if you don't mind, I'd rather not be stuck here, with that out there; I hope my parents are okay." Tommy said.
Chris ran up to her room and pulled out her Nike drawstring athletics bag. She emptied it of its contents and opened her nightstand drawer, she pulled out the six first-aid kits she had in there, they were your basic survival kits, they had everything from a flashlight to gauze, with everything else needed in-between. She had always kept six one for each of her friends, and her father, now, they were desperately needed. She stuffed them into the bag and looked around for anything else she might need; she picked up her pocket knife, equipped with major essentials, and tucked it into her jeans pocket and quickly exited the room.
Ray watched as Chris brought down a bag filled with what he knew to be the most important things Chris needed for survival, knowing her, a pocket knife and a flashlight was all she needed.
"Got everything?" He asked.
She nodded and the seven of them exited the house. Rachel hung onto her father's arm as they walked down the street.
"Hey Ray, you were right! The car's fixed!" exclaimed a proud Manny, Ray, thinking quick on his feet, opened the car door and told everyone to get inside.
"Whose car is this?" Was Rachel's first question.
"Hey, Ray, you can't take that, it's not even my car." Manny said in an angry tone to Ray.
"Manny, get in." Ray said simply.
"Ray, this is not my car." Manny pressed.
"Get in Manny or you're gonna die!"
Rachel had been looking between the two, and burst into tears as her father said that, Chris quickly wrapped her arms around her sister as she sobbed onto her shoulder. Ray and Robbie sat in the front, Tommy, Chris and Rachel sat in the middle row, Rachel sat in the middle, and Ryan and John sat in the back.
Chris watched in growing horror as the scene began to unfold before her, she stifled as scream as they began to drive as Manny got hit by the heat ray, lucky for her, Rachel hadn't seen it, as she was still sobbing on Chris' shoulder. Tommy laid a comforting hand on hers as they began to drive off. Rachel, who had let go of her sister's arm, turned around and squeaked as the metro line that was above the city hit the ground, train cars flying through houses.
"Get down!" Ray shouted to them, Rachel quickly obeyed, lying down in Chris' lap, Chris ducked her head below the seat and turned to watch what was going on behind her, looking around, she saw Tommy, Ryan, and John doing the same. The seven kept driving, Tommy, Ryan, John, and Chris having a quiet conversation about bands as Rachel sat in her lap, snuggling in the comfort that lay around her.
"Green Day is better by far." Chris said to Ryan's statement that Simple Plan was the best.
"Yeah, but at least Simple Plan doesn't wear mascara." Ryan muttered.
"But they do dipstick!" Chris exclaimed as quietly as she could.
"I don't know what you guys are smokin', but The Killers are simply the best." John said with a slight grin.
"Ughhhh, The Killers are okay, but like I said, nothing can come even close to Green Day." Chris muttered in mock anger.
"I don't see why you like Green Day, they are cool on CD, but they suck at concert." Tommy argued.
"He's right you know, Green Day does suck at concert, Tim took me to one once." Robbie said from the front seat.
"Oh stop bragging…" Chris muttered, and could've sworn her father looked a bit saddened by her comment, but she quickly added, "Yeah, well…I know they suck at concert, that is why I have the CD dipstick."
"Why do you call everyone dipstick?" Robbie asked in an annoyed tone.
"I haven't introduced you guys yet, have I?" Chris asked ignoring Robbie's question, and then before anyone could answer added. "Robbie, this is Tommy, John, and Ryan, guys this is my brother Robbie." She said pointing to each person in turn.
"Nice to meet you guys." Robbie said turning around.
They four quickly went back to their band discussion, when they suddenly began to slow down, the four of them stopped their conversation and looked around, there were cars everywhere and they were all stopped. Rachel looked up at the sudden stop of their conversation and started hyperventilating. Tommy looked at her quizzically and Chris muttered that she was claustrophobic. She began to cry and Ray was trying to calm her down.
"Rachel honey, be quiet please." Ray said looking to Robbie for help.
"She's claustrophobic." Robbie said simply. As she began to breathe harder he turned around.
"Okay, Rachel put out your hands." Rachel complied, "Okay, you are in your space, this is your space, nothing can hurt you here okay?" Robbie said putting her hands over each other so she looked like a genie. She began to nod hysterically, Chris smiled sadly at the way Robbie would do anything to help Rachel, she would too, but it came with the fact the Rachel had lived with him all these years, so he knew how to comfort her, whereas she didn't.
"Okay, I'm going to go back to the front, I'll be right here, and Chris is right beside you okay." Rachel nodded and Robbie turned around. They kept driving for a long while, at some point Rachel had fallen asleep on her as Chris looked out at the sky. She had a habit of doing that, she could be happy and cheery one minute, but turn quiet and calm in a matter of seconds, and everyone knew not to disturb her. When they finally came to stop Chris looked up, she had been lost in thought the whole time; they were at Mary Ann's house. She looked up at her father and he nodded slightly, taking this as a sign, she gently woke her sister up and they loaded out of the car. Tommy, John, and Ryan walked over to her as Rachel walked up to Robbie. She felt a comforting hand on her shoulder, she turned around and saw her father's smiling face looking at her, she laid her head down on his shoulder and hugged him, and he hugged her fiercely.
"I love you dad." Chris muttered.
"I love you too." He said, and then added, "Well, come on, let's get inside, I'm sure we can spend the night."
The seven walked inside and Ray walked into the kitchen.
"Who's hungry?" Ray asked.
No one said anything as he looked into the box Robbie had packed.
"Robbie, when I said pack food, I meant real food." He said pulling out dressings from the box.
"That's all that was in the fridge." Robbie muttered.
"Okay…ah, bread." He said grabbing bread from the top of the fridge, "and peanut butter." He said reaching into the fridge.
He began to spread peanut butter on some bread. "One for Rachel." He said about to hand her the sandwich.
"I'm allergic to peanut butter…" Rachel said.
"Since when?"
Everyone looked at him oddly.
"Since birth."
"Okay, one for Robbie then."
"I'm not hungry."
Chris, John, Tommy, and Ryan said the same.
"Okay, okay fine." He said and threw the peanut buttered bread at the window.
"Okay, well, let's go to the basement." Chris muttered as they walked down to the basement.
"Why the basement?" Rachel asked.
"Well, you know how when there's a tornado, we go into the basement? Well, this is like that." Chris said not paying attention to where she was going.
"Chris...watch out…" Robbie said as Chris walked straight into a door.
"Thanks Robbie." She muttered in mock anger as she opened up the door. She turned as she heard Robbie, John, Tommy, and Ryan talking about her.
"…swear, she is injury prone." She heard Tommy's voice.
"Yeah, she's gotten injured quite a few times since I've known her, and that was before mom and Ray split." Robbie said.
"I've known her for six years, and she has been in the hospital more times than all of us put together." John said referring to him, Tommy, and Ryan.
"Really?" Robbie asked interestedly.
"Yeah, about a month after her and Ray moved here, she was trying to show John a skateboard trick, she messed up and fell off, braking her wrist. Then, two years later during a volleyball tournament…it was Regionals by the way, her right ankle brace broke, but she didn't bother to buy a new one, she jumped to spike, landed wrong and sprained her ankle." She heard Robbie take in a sharp breath, she grinned slightly and listened closer, "…another time when this girl Tory dared her to climb a tree, this was when we were still 13, about 3 months after her ankle healed, and so obviously Chris did, but she fell out, and broke her left leg…Then another time when we were 15, it was her 15th birthday actually, and we had all gone to the skate park, we do it every year, and, she was doing this awesome trick on the half-pipe, and anyway, she would've landed it perfectly, but she fell off and ended up jamming her thumb, and then, another time she broke her collar bone when we were 15 still, this was like, 6 months ago actually, she fell off her skateboard, she hit like a bump in the rode, and she landed wrong, and broke her collar bone, I swear I am surprised she is even alive…" Tommy finished and Chris could tell he was shaking his head.
"Now that we are done discussing my lifetime of injuries…Lets go." Chris said putting blankets down in attempts to make a bed of some sorts.
"Rachel, you and me get the nice comfy blankets, since you have back problems, and Ryan, John, Tommy, and Robbie, get to make their own beds!" she said ecstatically throwing them blankets.
"Thanks Chris." Tommy muttered catching them and going to make a bed.
A few hours later they all lay asleep, well all except Chris, though she thought Tommy, Ryan, and John were awake too, she looked down at her sisters sleeping form, she shook her head, no one would be able to tell that the two were related. She had curly blonde locks, and gray-green eyes, where as she had dark-brown hair with blonde highlights, and bright blue eyes, her sister had pale skin like their mother, where as she had the same skin tone as her father. Most people said Rachel looked like their mom, except the blonde hair was their grandmothers, and most people said Robbie looked like their father, but she, she just kind of got stuck in the middle, with her mom's hair, with some of her grandmother's highlights, and bright blue eyes from who knows where. Though Rachel looked like their mom, she acted almost nothing like her, sure she got the brains from Mary Ann, but she had a couple of traits from Ray as well, like the fact that she could think quick on her feet, that was pretty much it though, now that she thought about it. Ray was rash, and quick-tempered, but he also had street-smarts, and was comforting, and an over-protective father, he was perfect, he was always there to help her when she needed it, she could hardly say that about Mary Ann though. Then she thought to Robbie, pretty much the only thing he got from Mary Ann was the kind-heartedness, but everything else belonged to Ray, his over-protectiveness over his younger sisters, though Chris was younger than him by two minutes, and his street-smarts, something the Rachel obviously lacked, but Robbie got lucky not to inherit the quick-temperedness that the Ferrier's had shared, well, Chris and Ray anyway. Then she thought about herself, god, she wondered how on earth she could've turned out the way she did…she was smart, she got that from her mom, but she knew streets way better than she did academics, but she was rash, and quick-tempered, she could remain calm under pressure, something inherited from her father no doubt. But she inherited the rebellious side from her dad, as she was sure her mother was nothing like that, that was pretty much the only thing her and Robbie shared, rebellion, and even then Robbie went way to far into the whole 'rebel without a cause' thing. She knew where to draw the line…another thing from her mother, she was to much of a goody-goody, she hated it, but she had a conscious the size of the solar system, probably the last thing she inherited from her mom, the only other thing she inherited from her father was headstrongness, she could easily stand up for herself and her friends, but didn't over do it, and though she always made sure her friends were safe, she took care of herself just as much. She was a pretty good mix of her parents, with plenty of good, and plenty of bad. She hated it, truth be told, everyone always expected a lot of her, especially her father, she knew she couldn't let him down, or even have him think that she wasn't happy, she knew he thought that she would be better off with Tim and Mary Ann, he seemed to think that Tim could buy her everything she want, but the only thing she needed was him, he was good enough, she loved her father fiercely, more than she could ever love Tim and Mary Ann combined, it just came with the fact that Ray was always the one to drive her to the hospital when she got hurt, Ray was always the one to celebrate her birthday, and have a father-daughter birthday dinner every year, it was things like that that made her love her father, more than she could ever love Mary Ann, after all, Mary Ann didn't make much of a mother-figure, she didn't need her, she was independent, all she needed were her friends, and dad, but she could make it on her own fine. She sighed, she was losing it…
"Guys?" Chris asked aloud.
She heard John, Tommy, and Ryan answer.
"Good, I thought I was the only one awake."
"What's on your mind Chris?" Tommy asked.
"Nothing, I just can't sleep." She said sitting up in her make-shift sleeping-bag.
"So…anyway, Simple Plan is way better." Ryan said nonchalantly.
"Green Day."
"The Killers." Tommy said joining the conversation.
"Fall Out Boy," John said voicing his opinion.
"Guys, I just want you to know, that you are the best friends I could ask for. 'Kay?" Chris muttered.
"Chris, dude, you are our best buddy, we know that, got it, no matter what happens, we are skaters… no… friends till the end. And skaters of course." Tommy said, laughing at the last part.
"Tommy, what if something happens to us? You guys are my friends; I can't bear the thought of losing you guys." Chris said in a serene tone.
"You're not gonna Chris, you're stuck with us for life!" Tommy, Ryan, and John said with a grin.
"Thanks guys…" She said she was about to add something more, but was cut off by a piercing whistle.
A/N, there you go, chapter 3, that was way to sappy for me….but it had to be done, next chapter I promise some action! I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
Next Chapter: Broken Glass.
"Rachel!" Ray shouted he tried to get into the car, but a guy punched him in the stomach, he doubled over, but quickly punched him in the nose, he punched another guy in the nose, but collapsed to his knees as someone hit him in the back with a baseball bat.
"Please, I just want my daughter."
"Dad!" Rachel screamed bursting into tears.
Reviews:
Darkdestiney2000: Thanks for the review, I'm glad that you liked last chapter, and that there were no mistakes, its okay it you cant review this chapter, I just hope you can read it!
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-Sandy,
Thank-you all for reading this story, I cannot tell you how pleased I am to have 10 reviews already, I hope you all like this chapter.
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