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Tied Together by HazelEyed Freak

Chapter 2: Uncertainties

6:45pm, Ally by the Movie Theatre

The chute that Alex and Martin were sent through disposed of them in the ally by the movie theatre.

Martin sat up, rubbing his head. "Does he always send you and your friends that way?"

She massaged her knee, replying, "Too many times for me to fall unconscious now. Where are we?"

"I don't know." Martin looked at one of the ally's entrances and found his favorite movie theatre. "Oh, okay. We're at the movie theatre where Diana and Java were kidnapped." They walked a distance into the dark ally way without another word… until a clue was discovered.

"Hey, Martin, look at this," Alex said, beckoning him over to a large footprint. He took a gander at the giant print and smiled happily.

"There is a Big Foot; I so knew it!" he laughed in a singsong voice.

Is he crazy! Well, it is a rather large footprint to be normal, but I know there's no real Big Foot, she thought. But she looked closer to see what made the footprint's outline.

"…!..." she looked closer. "Martin."

"Yes, dear Alex?" Alex rolled her eyes. "Martin, look at the footprint's outline. It's green."

He tried to dip his finger into it, but she stopped him just in time. "Are you mad? That could be a radioactive product, and you're just inviting your beautiful nails to be damaged!" she asked in astonishment, grasping his wrist.

"You think my nails are beautiful?" he asked unbelievably.

Alex examined them lovingly. "Yeah; for a weird guy, you take care of them better than any male I've ever met." She suddenly speculated about what she said and blushed a little. Did I just say what I thought I just said? She said mentally. Alex shook her head. "Bah-but, that's beside the point. You can't just put your hands into anything you see."

"Alex, I know you care about my well being," Alex rolled her eyes again, "but, there's no need to worry. This isn't radioactive matter. I know, trust me." Martin said.

Oh, he better be right or I'll die from such a sight. Wait, did I just think that! She contemplated with her self, biting her lower lip in confusion between the two issues: Worry over Martin's Beautifully Manicured Fingernails, and just thinking about Martin. This bothered her as he dipped his finger into the green slime.

"In fact, this is actually my favorite green putty manufactured about forty years ago. The G.O.R.F. Factory started making this putty March 12, 1965. I fell in love with the stuff when I was six. But, in the year 1997, the factory ran out of business because a kid's parent died after swallowing the product, and they stopped selling it. I remember that that was the worst day of my life." A lone tear rolled over his cheek and fell onto the ground.

"And where, oh Weird One is this closed down factory?" Alex asked after undergoing such a story.

"Well, there was only one G.O.R.F. Factory in the world actually," he began. He paced around a little bit, trying to brainstorm the location. And instantly, it popped into his head. "In Logan, Utah!" he exclaimed.

"We're going to need a jet."

"Wow, we get to ride in a jet!"

7:30am, Jet flying Over Logan, Utah

Alex sat anxiously in the jet. Martin was staring out of the window in awe.

"You act as if you've never been in a jet before." She said, watching him for a while.

"I haven't," he sobbed. He sat in a corner, rocking himself back and forth.

I've never seen a guy cry so much, she thought ghastly.

7:45am, Salt Lake City Airport, Personal Jet

The jet door opened and Alex was the first to step out, squinting from the light in her eyes. Once they readjusted, she looked towards a car, a very beautiful car to add, a 1964 and a ½ Mustang convertible, and a man leaning on its side. She couldn't see his face, but it was very clear to what he was wearing: A crisp light blue collar button-up with a black tie, black casual pants, and a pair of blue sneakers, same color as the shirt.

Martin stepped out as she descended to get a better look at this man. And, oh was he gorgeous! Alex's heart nearly skipped a beat when he flashed a sexy smirk. His long black hair was straight and bangs covered one of his electric blue eyes, but wasn't a flaw. Hell, she'd be damned if he ever had a flaw.

Martin stood to her side, eyeing this man unhappily from the look Alex had on her face. The man, probably around four to five years their senior, took her hand gently and kissed it, and this is when Martin interjected.

"Excuse me," he intruded icily, "but you have failed to give your name to us before just taking her hand and (how Martin wanted to say "corrupt" but remained calm)…slobbering over it…sir."

"I'm so sorry," he smiled carefully, enjoying his jealous gaze, "It's just, when I see such a beautiful young woman, I can't help myself but give her a gift." Alex blushed furiously at this comment, and Martin looked as furious as she was red, but held his peace. "I am Jim Rivers, good friend of Jerry's. He called me to escort an Alexandra and Martin. I'm guessing that I hold you two to be those people?"

"Yes, you guess right." Martin said, not letting his look down. Did Jerry call for someone? Martin asked himself. Jim interrupted his thoughts.

"Well, hop in. I'm to give some info."

Alex was still too pleased to talk; however, she walked to the car. Jim suddenly shot out before she could grab the door handle and grabbed it himself. "A lady shouldn't ever have to open a door in my presence."

"Oh, thank you," Alex said quietly, and sat in the passenger seat, turning beet. Martin snarled under his breath as he sat himself in the back seat by easily hopping into the convertible. She couldn't really fall for that goofball; he sounds suspicious to me, he thought grudgingly.

"So, Alexandra, you're friends were kidnapped?" Jim asked. "Umm, n-no, those were Martin's friends," she said uneasily. "Well, I'm sorry Martin, I hope you find them." He yelled over the screaming wind. "Yeah, right," Martin muttered. "What was that?" "Oh, I said, 'It's alright'."

They slowed when they neared a forest-like… uh, thingy. He turned onto a road that traveled through the forest and approached the well-hidden manor. Alex's eye glowed in awe. Although he didn't like the guy, Martin's eyes also looked in fascination; he couldn't help it. When Jim opened the car door for Alex again, that snapped the two out of their daze.

"Come with me, Alexandra, Martin, into my home."

"This is your home, Mr. Rivers?" she asked. "Why yes. I was born into a wealthy family, so I'm pretty lucky for an 18 year old," Martin and Alex gaped, "and please, do call me Jim, or Jimmy." He took her around the waist and led them in.

Martin wished he could take out his laser gum pack and hack off that arm around her waist, but he refrained. It wasn't easy though; he'd never felt the evil feeling of jealousy before.

"Please, before you begin, help yourself to food, a swim, or just plain relaxation. I know your trip must have been excruciatingly tiresome, worrying over friends and such."

"Thanks," both muttered, one from slight shyness and the other from severe jealousy. Alex decided to sit while. Once Jim walked out of sight, Martin sat by Alex. "Alex, I think there's something suspicious about that guy."

"Why," she asked slowly.

"I don't know, but he gives me a twinge."

"He's Jerry's friend. Believe me, Jerry picks the best ones. He's fine."

"I still don't know, Alex. He sounds extremely suspicious."

Alex was starting to get a bit pissed off at Martin and his notions. "Well-"

Jim came back suddenly, in his bathing suit. She nearly fell out of her chair. Martin sniffed. "You two care for a dip?" he asked.

"No," Martin retorted politely, "We have to go now."

"Yes, we really must go now."

Jim walked over to Alex, and took her hands. "Yes, I believe I've lost a track of the time. If you must go, take my other car. It is the black one, in the garage; my housekeeper will show you the way." They started to walk off, when he shouted, "Bye, beautiful!"

When Alex started blushing again, Martin rolled his eyes. Oh, give me a break.

Once they drove off, Jim picked up his cell phone. Dialing the numbers, he put his ear to the phone. "Boss…yeah, it was her…she's fine, not to mention gorgeous… sorry sir…a-and sir, there's a problem. She has a guy with her…yes boss, I'll send his profile right away...her friends aren't with her either…I'll make sure to pick them up too." He folded the flip phone and stored it in his pocket, laughing manically. He then stopped abruptly.

"The evil laugh doesn't suit me much."

7:35pm, Sunset, G.O.R.F. Factory Gates

The sunset over the landscape was beautiful. Light went to sleep as the moon came out to say hello in Utah. Two teenagers sat silent and soundless as the last of the light fell over the edge of the land.

"Sunsets are beautiful," Alex sighed. Martin, however, was silent. When there was no answer that replied to the comment, she looked over, and frowned. There he was, sleeping like a baby.

"Wake up, you dolt!" she screamed, and without controlling her strength, punched him out of the car.

"Ah! What was that for!" he shrieked, holding the throbbing welt on his face.

"Why are you sleep! We have a job to do," she bellowed.

"It's not my fault I've been sleep deprived due to Year-End Terms, my step-sis and caveman friend missing, not touching some slimy solution in 3 hours, oh, and waiting in the car for 12 hours!"

"Don't blame me for your weird slime worshiping problem and it best to wait until nightfall to investigate! It would look weird to passerby's' if they saw two people trying to get in a shut down factory, don't you think?"

Martin didn't say anything.

Actually, both didn't say anything for a while.

…

Suddenly, she got out of the car and walked over to him. She sat on her knees and took his hand that held the wound she inflicted upon him off of it. In her heart-shaped pack, she pulled out a miniature first aid kit and began to dress his wound.

"I'm sorry I punched you," she said out of the blue, while adding ointment to the throbbing welt, "I didn't mean it."

"It's okay; besides, you're cute when you're mad." He said nonchalantly, and soon realized his mistake. Alex looked down in embarrassment for a spilt-second. "What did you say," she asked, pretending not to have heard his compliment.

"Uh, I said, 'I kind of knew you had.'." he lied quickly. He thinks I'm cute when I'm mad, she thought…well, happily. Phew, he thought.

"A-all done."

"Oh, okay."

The stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Hoot! An owl scared both of them out of it. OMG, we almost did something that I know has to do with touching mouths, both thought. Alex and Martin turned to each other and smiled widely and sheepishly.

"Let's get going."

"Righto."

Yeah, there you have it. Alex/Martin goodness! Embrace it. Love it. Treasure it. At least for another two weeks; this is the last update I will do until September. I'm going to Jamaica for a week, so I won't be able to update.