Disclaimer: Oooh, a bulldozer!
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Chapter 4: Get Help
Jimmy ran back to the Hover Car. He slipped the knife Carl had found into a small box, sliding it under the control panel. He wasted no time powering up the vehicle. The Hover Car roared to life. The young boy turned quickly to Carl.
"What do we do now, Jimmy?"
Jimmy quickly punched in coordinates. "I'm going to see if I can find Sheen. I have to find him before he hurts himself, or worse."
"What about me?"
"Cindy's birthday is today. There's a big party and everything."
"I… I don't understand."
"There are a lot of people there, Carl. Get help. If I find Sheen, I won't be able to stop him on my own." Jimmy sighed, shuddering. "We'll need help."
"We'll need Libby," Carl said suddenly. "Sheen would drop dead for her if she commanded it."
Jimmy glanced at his friend, impressed, but quickly turned back to the vehicle. Carl jumped back as the Hover Car levitated into the air. He swallowed hard.
"Jimmy?"
"Yes?"
"We won't be to late, right?"
Jimmy didn't look at his friend; but after a moment, he glanced up, meeting Carl's gaze.
"I don't know, Carl. I don't know."
Jimmy began to fly away.
"Find him, Jimmy!" Carl called. "Find him!"
Carl watched Jimmy's Hover Car until it disappeared from sight, on the search for Sheen. Only when he couldn't see it anymore did he turn and begin to run, run as if his life depended on it, to get the help that could either save Sheen or kill him. And yet the question nagged at the back of his mind, gnawing at his belly.
What if it's to late to help Sheen?
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Someone once told me teen angst is the easiest stuff to write...
... they were wrong. I think this is the hardest story I've ever written... and yet for some odd reason I like it...
