Disclaimer: I do not own Drake and Josh or War of the Worlds. I wish I owned Tom Cruise . .
Note: I hate the last chapter because I didn't get a chance to look it over. My apologies. This is kind of short chapter but whatev.
War Of The Worlds : Part One : Chapter Two
Josh's first instinct staring up at the monsterwas to run. He acted on those instincts along with other horrified onlookers, stumbling a few times. He didn't stop to ask questions, he didn't stop to think. He just kept running - living was more important at that moments that pondering, a new one for him - as people around him were getting brutally killed - vaporized, more like. He ran and ran until his side hurt, then ducking down beneath an awning of a notoriously swanky hotel.
Josh sat there, facing Heavenward and shutting his eyes. He crawled to the edge to peer over the side of the building. The tripod was a good distance away, so he had time to catch his breath. Josh crawled his way back - to find a lump of clothes that looked strangely familiar.
Oh no..
Right by it was the chain bracelet he had given Mindy the night before. His heart fell and there was a lump in his throat.
Oh my God. They got her. They got her.
His thoughts were interrupted by screams. No time to think now. Just run.
Josh ran all the way home.
Drake heard the door slam with a loud bang that made him jump. He saw his brother lock the door and stumble over to the couch. Josh had dazed expression that creeped Drake out.
"Bro? you okay?" He shook him by the shoulder. Dust fell from his curly hair but he didn't look at Drake. Josh shook out the particles and took a deep breath. He was breathing harder than ever and his throat burned. Terrified beyond speech.
"We need to leave." Josh said, barely a whisper.
"What?"
"We need get out of here! We need to get out of this house now!" He stood up and ran into the kitchen. He grabbed the emergency money and a small foot massager, slipping it into his back pocket.
"Josh, I'm standing right next to you. Talk to me. What's going on?"
"I don't know... but we're leaving this house in 60 seconds. Grab anything you don't want totally crushed and meet me outside." Josh commanded. He grabbed the keys, and then ran over to his car and tried to start it up.
"Come on, come on." He mumured, twisting the key back and forth. "Oh, shoot!"
Was this them? Did they do this?
"Is there something wrong with the car?" Drake had grabbed a sweater and ran out to meet up with Josh.
"It won't start."
"Megan!"
Josh looked at the sky. An airplane could be seen falling at an escalating rate, leaving a trail of dark smoke. He quivered as he though about all the passagers. Some more earth shaking stomps - almost like footprints - and metal grinding metal could be heard once again.
"No, not Megan. Come on."
They ran out up street and rounded the corner leading up to a highway. Drake was devasted by the sight. All those people running, screaming, frantically trying to start their cars. His heart almost stopped when he saw a tripod.
"Wh- what is that?"
"This... This machine it - it just started... torching everyone... killing everything."
"...We need to find a way to beat them. Fight 'em." Drake said. He could could hardly hear over all the chaos.
Josh turned towards him, disgusted. The poor teen was practically near tears. His girlfriend was just killed, he doubted his car would ever work again, and some unknown abnormalities were destroying the Earth. He did not need this.
"We need? We need?" Josh screamed, louder than he planned. His voice was cracking. "I'll tell you what we need, Drake! We need an angel of mercy!" Mercy seemed to echo through the hillsides beyond the roads, as if Heaven itself was listening.
Suddenly, a dark blue Honda Civic pulled up to them. It was being driven by a fair skinned girl with wavy brown hair. She honked twice and smiled at them.
"Hey boys, need a ride?"
To be continued. Read, review, and be kind to others, please.