Disclaimer: Wow I forgot to say I don't own holes for a while…lol well I don't! OKAY! YAY! And holy crap I am SOOO sorry for the long wait. I had so many exams to study for, and I was really busy with stuff but now it's summer now so yeah :…I am really truly sorry and I know I am unbelievably slow to update.

Chapter 20: The Runaways' revenge

He woke at the sound of an oncoming truck. Squid lifted his head a little, and jumped back in shock.

"Terry, quick! Get into that hole!" He grabbed her arm as she wearily opened her eyes. She suddenly snapped awake and sprang into action. They jumped off the road and into a nearby hole that looked like it had been dug quite a while ago. Terry peeked over the top of the hole and saw Mr. Sir's Truck roaring past.

"Man, I hope he didn't see us," Said Squid. But the truck hung a sharp left and stopped about 100 feet away.

"You spoke too soon…" She said quietly. "Look."

He got up and peered over the top of the hole.

"Shit. Not only did we fall asleep when we were supposed to be escaping, but we've landed ourselves right in the middle of primetime. Look I can already see F-Tent coming!"

"I guess we didn't run out quite so far as I thought we did.." She looked down the road. Another set of holes! This was great. JUST great. Then, Squid nudged her and pointed to the F-Tent group, standing in front of Mr. Sir.

"And I waunt y'all to keep an eye out fer Squid n' Lazer, our little escapades. We called the Bushbrook p'lice department, and they haven't seen 'em. So those two are somewhere on the premises."

Aero was saying something to Axle, and then the boys dispersed and started digging. Mr. Sir got in his truck and rushed off.

"Now we just have to get past them. But if we come out of this hole, someone's sure to see us!" Exclaimed Squid as they sat together in the sandy pit. They were there for a while, until he rubbed his eye and said, "Any suggestions?"

"We'll have to wait it out." She replied bleakly.

So they waited for a painful 6 hours until FINALLY J-Lo was satisfied with his hole and left. The second he was out of sight…

"He's gone! Let's go!" Terry screeched. They had a mad scramble out of the hole and in an instant were running down the road at full speed. But as they were reaching the last of the little clusters of holes, someone shouted:

"Hey! It's them!"

And like little gophers, heads popped out of the holes curiously. Luckily, the counselors had long gone from lunch time, so no one was there to stop them. But Squid and Terry just stepped on the gas as there were frenzied hollers and shouts after them:

"YOU GUYS ARE INSANE!"

"GO GO GO!"

"YOU'LL NEVER MAKE IT!"

"RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!"

"NICE A-(Thunk!)

They sprinted on until Camp Greenlake and the cheering B-Tent group were out of sight. Then they slowed down to a walk and Squid took the sunscreen out of his pocket.

"Here," He said, Squirting a generous dob into her hand.

"Thanks," She murmured, slathering it onto her neck and face. The sun was beating down on them without remorse.

"Well our plan is pretty much ruined, wouldn't you say?" Said Alan flatly, snapping the sunscreen cap shut.

"Ya think?" Mumbled Terry, rolling her eyes. (She was very good at that by now.) Suddenly a thought struck her. "What are we going to do in these bright orange suits? We're bound to be seen in broad daylight… that's the whole point of them, right?"

"Gosh I never thought of that…" He began. "What are you wearing underneath?"

"A green tank top and some shorts."

She waited for a moment to see if he would continue. He said nothing.

"Why, what are you wearing?"

"Hehehe…Just my boxers.."

"Well there's absolutely no sense taking the work suits off, because we'll burn like my Aunt Lila's Thanksgiving turkey. We'll just have to wait until we find a convenience store or.."

"Yeah I'm sure a convenience store will have clothes." He said sarcastically.

"And even if we found one, we don't have money!" She said, smacking her hand on her forehead. Alan's eyes slid over to meet her gaze.

"NO! You're not honestly thinking-

"Then what else do you suggest?"

She was slightly shocked at the sudden flare of anger.

"If we absolutely have to steal then you can do it. I need to keep my slate clean."

"Oh and I don't?"

"Well how am I supposed to know what you did to get yourself stuck in Camp Greenlake anyways!"

"That's none of your buisness. And I think your just chicken!"

'None of my BUISNESS? He doesn't trust me!'

"I AM NOT SCARED!"

"WELL THEN HOW COME YOU DON'T WANT TO BORROW A FEW MEASLEY CLOTHES?"

"BECAUSE IT'S STEALING!"

"WHO - GIVES - A - DAMN! WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE, WITH NO MONEY, NO FOOD, NO CLOTHES, AND NO FUCKIN LIFE!"

The two teens had stopped walking altogether and were facing each other, their eyes locked. 'Life' echoed slightly, then faded until it was dead silent.

There wasn't much of a comeback to be made, so Terry folded her arms and turned her back on him, scowling. So much for never losing an argument…

"Fine. We steal some stuff and then we get away as fast as possible." She muttered bitterly, barely audible. "But only what we need." She was still stung from Squid's last, (very loud) comment.

He stared at the back of her jumpsuit angrily.

Why did she have to be so difficult?

Without saying a word, he turned around and kept walking. Hesitantly she followed, staying about 20 feet behind.

They walked until darkness fell, and a small blob on the horizon appeared. They weren't sure whether it was the town, some roadkill or something else, but they stopped for awhile anyways. Squid was the first to talk:

"Want some water?"

She nodded slightly and took the canteen from him. Taking only a small mouthfull, she licked her lips and spoke lowly:

"When do you think we'll get to the town?"

"A few days at least, if it's not that blob."

She sighed. "Better get going then."

Alan silently agreed with her and they got up again, walking along the road and watching for cars they knew wouldn't come.

Terry's sleeves were becoming crusty and she examined the dried blood, grimacing. Her nose was still sore and, she was not feeling up to running around. Squid nudged her suddenly, saying quietly:

"That thing we saw is a gas station! And parked right behind it is a police cruiser!"

She suddenly snapped to attention and saw, indeed that the 'blob' was much closer now. A shiny white and blue car with the Texas police code of arms on the front door was sitting on the gravel.

"Crap! What now!" She exclaimed, looking around for a place to hide, finding none.

"It's probably just a coincidence they're here. It's b-been too soon!" He stammered.

"We need food!" She said. "This is our only pitstop!" She was waving her arms around.

"Duh! But they will be expecting runaway boys, so I think you should go in." He said, pointing.

"And steal? No way. I'll go in and distract whose ever at the counter and you can do the theivery."

"Fine. But I wouldn't wear that jumpsuit in case they catch you."

"Think I'm an idiot?"

Quietly, they ran up to cement compound. The gas station was a small shabby building with a grey shingled roof and cement walls, their white paint peeling. A sign was nailed to the single pump reading $1.16/Gallon. There were old dirty windows in the small building, and through them the escapades could see racks of chips, gum, and chocolate bars. Their mouths watered at the sight.

They snuck behind the pump, peeking around.

"Kay, let's go," Said Terry, Peeling off the dusty jumpsuit. (Squid made a decent effort not to stare.) She walked over to the door and opened it quietly, him sneaking along behind her.

A police officer and a man in a red shirt sat behind the counter, watching a small television set. The police officer was asleep, but the man in the red shirt looked up.

"Hello.."

"Hi," She said cheerfully, forcing a smile. "I'm just looking around for a bit. My parents are outside in the car."

"Yep." He grunted, his eyes re-gluing back to the T.V. She saw Squid was already crawling around, cramming energy bars and chocolate into his pockets. Terry walked around, flipping through magazines on a rack. Suddenly, the police officer woke up.

"Hello miss," He said, standing up and coming out from behind the counter. "Any chance you've seen a couple of boys your age running around? They might have been in orange suits." He walked over and came up in front of her.

Her eyes darted to the next rack of chips where she knew Squid was hiding behind.

"Uh no, sorry. What did they look like?"

"Two kids in orange worksuits, miss. They came from a juvenile correction facility and we thought they might be sneaking around here somewhere."

The back of her neck was prickling up.

"Really? I uh..hope you catch them soon."

"Yes. They are potentially dangerous. If you see them just give us a call, okay miss?"

'Call me miss one more time and you'll be sorry…'

"Yep, I will.."

She was eager to get away. The policeman walked back to the counter, turning his attention to the television once more. Terry walked over to the door, opening it quickly and ushering Squid through. As they were running through the compound, she looked back and saw the man in the red shirt, staring wide eyed at them and pointing.

"Hurry!" She said in a shrill voice. They started to run, but it was a useless attempt because there was absolutely nowhere to hide in the desert.

So they just charged down the road without stopping.

"Come back here immediately or else!" Yelled the cop behind them. "I'm taking you both into custody!"

"Or else wha- Squid started to say, then the cop pulled out a small gun and pointed it at them.

"I'll shoot."

They both froze instantly, the policeman inching closer.

"Get on the ground!" He shouted at Squid, seeming to not notice Terry. Squid hesitantly obeyed, lying down and then the cop twisted his arms behind his back. He was snapping on a pair of handcuffs when Terry jumped on his back, putting her hands around his neck and squeezing. With his years of training, he easily shook her off and pushed her away, poining the gun at her.

"What's the meaning of this!" He boomed.

She charged at him again. "You don't have to know!"

He seemed to look confused.

"What are you doing? This is a dangerous criminal here!" He pointed to Squid. She tackled him he ducked, dow she was doing a face-down slide into the dirt. She got up, ready to defen..

--POP!—

The world was spinning so fast she couldn't tell which way was up or down. Stars winked in her eyes as Terry collapsed, twitching. Her whole body seemed to be on fire, and her heart was beating at the speed of light.

'It………was…………a…………taser…' The words weakly stuck themselves together in her failing mind.

Meanwhile Squid was lying on the ground, watching her curl up in the dirt. Her eyelids were fluttering, then she was still.

"What did you do to her? Is she freakin ALIVE?"

"Shut it kid. You have some serious questions to answer, but now's not the time. We're going to the station." With that, he hauled both of them into the police car, handuffing Terry's limp form and scowling at the both of them. Then he hopped into the driver's chair, and floored the gas pedal, barking something into a radio. While the car careened down the dirt road, Squid tried to communicate with the lifeless Lazergirl.

"Terry! Wake up!" He said while nudging her with his elbow. She groaned softly, but did not stir. She was facedown, in a ball, beside him. "Wake up!" But she showed no sign of life.

"Sit up straight!" Barked the officer. Squid just ignored him and angrily kicked the bars that blocked off the front seats.

"Oh don't make such a fuss! The girl's perfectly fine. Now sit still or I'll have to pull over."

Squid still wasn't happy. He felt like a monkey in a cage being poked at with a stick. So he didn't sit still, he just slumped down and rested his head on Terry's leg. And glared at the policeman's seat. That was important.

Terry woke up some time later with a terrible headache and a burning sensation in her chest. She was in the back seat of a police cruiser, with handcuffs cutting the circulation off her arms. (She was lying on top of them all twisted-like.) Squid was sleeping soundly on her right leg. So all in all, it was difficult to move. Suddenly, the car lurched to a screeching stop. Squid woke with a start, falling off the seat. Terry tried not to, but with his weight pulling her and the constricted appendages, she slid off and hit her throbbing head on the floor. The officer got out of the car and slammed the door, leaving the two in silence.

"Lazer! You're awake!" Exclaimed Squid.

"Just barely," She murmured, trying not to think about the pain in her head.

"What happened?"

"Doughnut boy pulled a taser on you. Then you just collapsed and he dragged us both into the car."

"I see," She said, trying to get back up on the tan-colored seat.

"And now we're going to be interrogated at the Bushbrook police center.

"Hey you know what?" She said, a new light burning in her eyes.

"What?" He asked, unkowing of why she was suddenly so optimistic.

"We don't have to run away anymore! This is what we want!"

"Are you sure the electrocution didn't fry your brain? Why do we want to be in a police station right now! It can't possibly get any worse!"

"No! You don't get it! We can tell the police all the rotten things they've been up to at Camp Greenlake! And what the warden is hiding!"

"And you can prove your innocence!" He exclaimed.

"Yes, I must admit that would be nice." She added, smiling.

"If only I could," He said quietly. "But I'm not exactly innocent."

She looked at him with sad eyes. "What..did you do?"

He hesitated, then spoke.

"I guess it's about time I told you…"

----Story Flashback----

Alan was coming from the classroom, the teacher made him stay late. As usual, the bully was waiting for him. It was going to be Alan's daily beating. Not that he didn't get enough from his parents. But this time, He was ready. He brought a knife. The bully wouldn't want to mess with him this time.

Alan didn't want to actually hurt Greg. No, he just wanted to scare him away. But after all that pain, misery, and anger, it just came out. Simple as that. He stabbed him in the chest four times. Greg fell down. And they had been there ever since. Now Alan could hear footsteps coming in. The Janitor, Mr. McGrady came in with his cart. Alan did not look up. Mr. McGrady gasped and ran back into the hall. The footsteps got quieter. The pain was over now.

Now he could hear Gary's mom crying from behind, his sweaty palms were and unclenching. There was a social worker standing in for his mother, who at the time was in the hospital being treated for alcohol poisoning.

"Yes, your honor."

"Then you are convicted of aggravated assault and murder, correct?"

"Yes, your h-onor…" His voice wobbled as he forced the words out of his throat. Murder didn't seem like what happened. It seemed like only yesterday Greg was teasing him and calling him names. Now Greg was dead. And it was all his fault.

"We have several options for you. I can send you to jail, juvenile camp, or a mental rehabilitation institute. I sure wouldn't like to send you to jail, but I might have to. The charges are all here. I suppose it's your choice…"

It seemed like a dream. A blur of events and now Alan was choosing whether or not he wanted to go to a mental hospital or not! It couldn't be real.

"C-camp, your honor."

"Very well. Twenty-two months at Camp Greenlake, and after that, five months' anger management counseling."

He suppressed the tears welling up in his eyes.

"It's not my fault…"

But it was too quiet for anyone to hear. As far as the judge was concerned, this loser teenager was just like every other he had sent off to wherever. No one could care less what happened to Alan…

-----End of Story Flashback----

As he finished the last few words of his story, Terry swore she saw a small drop of water slide out of his eye. But he quickly wiped his face and took a deep breath.

Then, as if on cue, the officer opened the door.

"All right all the papers are ready, now get out!" He prodded Terry with his nightstick and they filed out of her side. Grabbing their handcuffs, he marched them into a gray building with a shiny plaque reading:

BUSHBROOK POLICE STATION

Terry leaned over to whisper something to Squid, but the police officer kneed her.

"No private contact will be made between inmates."

'No doughnuts will be eaten by overweight police.'

Squid's eyes flashed in her direction and she shrugged helplessly. After they were searched for guns and drugs, (The bloody sleeves and sunscreen attracted attention) they were thrust into a small office and sat down into two chairs. A different officer, a female, slapped down a huge folder on the empty desk and clicked open a mechanical pen.

"Now. What are your names? I don't want any wisecracks."

"Terry Jansen."

"Alan Hamilton."

"Hmmm, Alan I see you have a record with the police already …oh my."

He cracked his knuckles in annoyance. Terry put her hands on his leg, trying to ease his anger.

"And you, Terry. What a shame."

She swallowed and looked away as the officer leafed through the papers.

"I see both of you came from Camp Greenlake not so far away…I thought that was a boys' facility!"

"It is," They mumbled in unison.

"Then why the heck were you there?" Said the officer, scowling at her.

"The judge thought I was a boy because of my…erm…name."

"Well who was the judge? Didn't he even look at you?" She snapped.

"I don't know." Terry replied quietly.

"Oh, I bet it was Dean again…sorry honey. Why didn't Walker tell the social workers?"

"I don't know!" She said angrily.

"Fine. I'll deal with that later. Now to the point. How did you two escape? And why?"

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So they told the policewoman all everything. From getting lost in the desert to the perverted kid named Aero to Terry's mysterious headaches. And then about how they had to run away after Pendanski had been locked in a closet for 5 hours.

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"That's terrible. We will definitely have to look closely into that camp. And for now, I think you two better get off to your cells.

"Cell-s?" Asked Terry worriedly.

"Yes, cell-s."

'I thought little holding stations like this only had one cell!"

She couldn't bear the thought of being away from Alan. Even for one night.

The officer looked from one exasperated face to the other.

"I might be able to make an exception. Just don't look like the world's been blown up!"

So, luckily, they got their way. Out of the four cells, they got a corner one all to themselves. The other ones were empty, except the one across; which had a hunched up figure in the corner, seeming to be wearing a straightjacket. His back was to them, so they didn't pay much attention.

The cell was very small, having only one bed… (A/N: I know what you're thinking…and NO.) It was fairly clean though, with a sink, a toilet and a mirror. There was also a security camera mounted outside the bars.

So the policewoman brought them an extra mat and blanket. She eyed them sitting closely together in the corner, but didn't say anything. Then she walked out and locked the door.

"You know back at camp, when Axle was interrogating us?"

"Y-eah…"

"And you thought we had to..perform?"

"…Yes." She saw the corners of his mouth lift slightly.

"I think you thoroughly enjoyed that." She said, smiling.

After pausing for an embarrased moment, he replied:

"I think you did too."

He looked into her eyes and she into his, and they slid closer together, leaning in for a kiss. For once in an extremely long time, things were going right.

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