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Soon, they were driving past the 'You are Now leaving New York' – sign. For over one hour, it had stayed silent inside the Prius Santana had stolen to get away from the Madison Square Garden.
"Now that we are more or less voluntarily stuck with each other, we could as well introduce ourselves", Santana decided to speak up eventually. She grinned a little before she went on: "Santana, three century year old witch, witchcraft is what I can do."
"Wait" Kurt blinked at her incredulously "You are three hundred years old?"
"384 years old to be exact" The Latina smirked smugly "But as you can see, I don't look a day older than twenty-five."
"Your Botox must be out of this world", Kurt commented and looked out of the window. "I wish I could say I was flabbergasted, but after what I have seen today, nothing really surprises me anymore."
"What about you, Lady Lips?"
"It's Kurt. And that's a long story and we are all too tired to listen to every detail. To cut a long story short: I'm bionic." He was surprised when he only got blank faces at that. "What, you don't even know what that is? Have you guys never watched The Six Million Dollar Man?"
"Sorry, I'm not into TV-shows and movies that were produced before I was born", Sam shrugged. "Okay, maybe except for Star Wars."
"Nevermind. I have a microchip in my brain as well as bionic eye implants that give me X-Ray vision and nanobots in my body that make electromagnetic."
"Sounds pretty much like the definition of a robot to me", the Latina muttered, but Kurt rolled his eyes at her.
"I'm no robot, okay? There's a difference, you know."
"You guys are starting to scare me", Mercedes muttered and warily looked in the round.
But Sam just winked at her and started narrating: "I'm Sam and I can stop time twice a day, but only for ten seconds each time."
"Yeah, nothing special, I see", Mercedes commented sarcastically.
Rachel cleared her throat loudly to get everyone's attention. "Rachel, future Broadway star, and I cannot get hurt in any way."
"What do you mean by that?", Mercedes wanted to know. "If I took a sword and tried to stab you, would it work?"
"No", Rachel answered patiently. "The sword wouldn't even scratch me. My skin is unbreakable."
"And how is that possible?", Sam queried. "Did you just wake up like that? I did."
"When my dads and I went to the Brazilian rainforest last year, I fell into that river while we went hiking. My guess is that my skin changed because of the substances in the river in combination with the exotic lotion I got from that elderly lady close to our hotel who said she was a traditional healer…"
"And of course, Rachel Berry gets powers that are convenient to no one but herself." Kurt shook his head disdainfully. "Why am I not surprised?"
"How dare you saying that?!", Rachel hissed, irritated.
"Hey!", Mercedes intervened sharply. "Why do you guys always have to fight? This is not the place and not the time, okay?" She took a deep breath to calm down again. "Besides, its my turn now. The name is Mercedes, not like the car, and as far as I know, I can do…nothing. Seems like I'm the only normal one among us."
"That's cool", Sam commented, smiling, and she smiled back at him. After a while, however, his smile faltered, he looked in the round insecurely. "And…what are we going to do now?"
"As you have noticed, we are in New Jersey now", Santana explained, still focused on driving.
Kurt checked his phone. "And according to Google Maps, we have just been driving past Newark. Where are we actually headed to?"
"We just wanted to get away from those aliens." Rachel gnawed her lower lip pensively. "I'm pretty certain they already know our names; it will be easy for them to find out where we live. And since they made clear they want to kill us, we cannot return to New York for the time being."
"That sucks." Mercedes looked down her clipboard "My boss will not be thrilled. She's still expecting my report."
"And Bryson is still waiting for me at the Madison Square Garden, shoot!" Sam quickly retrieved his own phone. "I need to tell him I won't come home for a while."
"For a while?" He threw Santana a weird glance when she started laughing. "If those aliens are serious and plan on resetting the brains of mankind, you can as well tell him you will move to Mars."
…
When they had passed the border to Pennsylvania as well, they decided to stop at a small town because they needed to refuel the car as well as recharge their batteries. It was already two in the morning, but luckily, they found a motel that still had five free single bedrooms. The nice receptionist told them there was a diner close to them that still was open until now, so they went to the address to have a snack before they would rest.
"What are we going to do now?", Sam repeated his question. Even though it had been a while since he had eaten for the last time, he was too hyped up to eat the club sandwich he had ordered. The others seemed to feel the same even though the food smelled and looked delicious.
"What if we call the cops?", Mercedes suggested. "Let them handle that. It's their job, after all."
"Would cops be able to handle aliens?", Kurt said pensively while he picked at his food. "Who says they will believe us with no evidence? Even if they did - we are not just talking about ordinary criminals. Those people - whatever they are- are dangerous. They would stop at nothing to get what they want."
"And we are the only ones that would be able to take on them", Santana commented. "I mean, we have a time lord, a superwitch, a robot-"
"-I'm no robot!"
"a robot, a wannabe superwoman, and whatever you are-" she nodded to Mercedes.
"I'm nothing", Mercedes interjected with a frown. Santana just ignored her.
"We need to stick together and handle it ourselves because we are the only ones who can kick those pussies' asses."
"Santana has a point", Rachel agreed while she cut her Buffalo wings. Seriously, which normal person ate chicken wings with a fork and a knife? "We are the only ones that know about their schemes. We are the only ones that can stop them. It's in our responsibility."
"Spoken like a real heroine", Sam said proudly. "I'm in. And what about you guys?"
"Fuck, yeah", Santana agreed, enthused. "Nothing exciting had happened since Salem. Let's do this."
Kurt just shrugged. "Yes, why not? The alternative would be to turn into a mindless zombie, and that doesn't sound that great to me." He turned to the black girl. "Mercedes?"
"Am I the only one that thinks this is a bad idea?" She scratched her head and laughed. "But screw bad ideas. You can count me in."
After they had sealed their alliance with a round of strawberry-cheesecake milkshakes, they decided to call it a day and go back to their motel.
…
"Goddammit!" Rex angrily slammed his fist on the table.
Deacon went up and down while Taj and Kaz watched him with frowns on their faces. Bodhi was downing another Vodka shot.
"We cannot allow that those fucking freaks mess up our plans, for fuck's sake!"
"Okay, that's enough Vodka for today." Deacon took the Vodka bottle and put it into the cupboard of the tour bus. "Getting drunk is not going to help us. We need to come up with a plan, and we need to do it fast."
"Any suggestions?", Kaz asked while she was playing with a strand of her long dirty blond hair.
"We need to find out who they are, everything about them", Bodhi commented with a perfidious look on his face. "Everything about their past and use their weaknesses against them."
Taj retrieved his phone from his pocket. "I will call Farrah; she still owes me one. That woman is able to hack into the databank of the Madison Square Garden."
"You are aware that over 15 000 guests came to the concert yesterday", Kaz pointed out with a groan. "Our concert was sold out. We need to check every single person to find our five matches."
"Alright, then", Rex answered determinedly. "So be it."
"We still have those concerts in Australia, New Zealand, and Europe next week."
Rex let out another loud groan. "That's more important now, Kaz! We need to postpone them."
"Yeah, of course", Deacon answered sarcastically. "Tell over one million fans of ours they have to wait another week. That's out of question!"
"Fuck!" They were so close, but of course, things needed to get out of hand now.
"Hey, look at me, Rex." Deacon looked the leader of the band deep in the eyes. "We can do this. We are Brainwarp, remember? We are awesome."
Rex took a deep, deep breath and nodded slowly. "You're right."
"What did you say?" Deacon smirked at him "I couldn't hear you."
"I said: You're right. We are awesome!", Rex roared, and Deacon patted his shoulder amicably.
"That's the Rex I know."
The leader of their band got up nodded in the round. "We are Brainwarp. We won't give up that fast, do you understand?"
"Sure, dude." Taj and Bodhi high-fived with him, they seemed to be more motivated now.
"Good. Now, let's get moving and find those darned freaks!"