Ch 6: Back it up.
"We need another Jeep!" Minho screamed as alarms blared in the distance, and guards flooded out with guns.
"Another?" Newt said, puzzled.
"We'll explain later." Frypan added while pushing the three of us forward as we began to run..
"There is a jet over there!" Minho yelled and pointed to a helicopter pad. Minho ran over, kicked open the door and tossed the person out of the jet. "Come on!" The three friends ran over and hopped in. Inside was a few glass cages with-cranks?
"Why the bloody hell would they have cranks in here?" Newt said, staring at the glass cage. One crank was a girl, and the other was a boy. They were both kids. Black veins bulged throughout their body elongating down their body's and their mouth was dripping of black blood. "Was I like that?" He asked me.
"I'd rather not say." I said and joined Minho at the front of the jet. Frypan closed the door and we took off.
"Guys, I grabbed a bottle." Minho said and grabbed something out of his pocket. Tubes full of blue liquids was in it. "It's the cure."
"Brilliant." Frypan and Minho looked startled as he spoke. "Sorry I guess I was long enough to kinda...you know."
"No it's fine we are just happy your back," they both said in unison then began to count the amount of cure they had in possession. "Newt I advise you to sit back because your body can't withstand the flare." Frypan said motioning to Minho.
"I understand, but am I just going to sit around, mate?" Newt took a seat at the back of the jet next to me.
"Trust me, Newt, when we go back to the safe heaven nobody will be sitting down," I said smiling while Minho made googly eyes at the cranks.
A couple hours had passed and it seemed like it was the perfect time to hit the hay. Lucky the jet had an autopilot so we could get some rest without crashing… Well that's what we thought.
It was 12:54 PM and everyone was sound asleep while the stars twinkled in the atmosphere, we felt safe despite the cranks groaning us a lullaby. But the small amount of warmth and safety was swept away when… BAM!
The cage door slammed open while the cranks made a grand escape.
"Minho! Frypan! Tommy! Wake up the bloody cranks are out of the cage!" he shook their body's until I awoke from my slumber.
"How?" I said groggily as my vision came into focus.
"I have no idea just bloody get up!" Newt said, still shaking me.
"Okay, Okay wake the others. I'll try finding a solution." I said in a shallow tone.
"Okay, and did I tell you they haven't noticed us yet? They are just making a ruckus in the front, messing with the controls…" He whispered.
"Wait! The controls!" I screamed. "We could crash!
"Shhh!" Newt tried to calm me but I pushed him aside. The cranks turned around and slowly crawled towards me, I saw Newt in the reflection back away, then Minho finally woke up.
Minho rubbed his eyes, "What's happening, guys?" he said yawning.
"What's happening is the bloody cranks escaped!" Newt practically yelled at Minho, which woke up Frypan.
"Be quiet guys!" Frypan said in a halfway asleep tone.
"There's no time to be quiet!" Newt said, glaring at Frypan, "unless you want all of to die in bloody gore!"
"Yeesh! OK, Ok, I'm up!" Frypan surrendered. I chuckled as I heard the conversation from the front.
Just seconds later the tapping and slamming went to an end. While footsteps began to draw away..
The jet went vertically downwards and everybody held onto something, except for the cranks, they crashed out the front window, and a rush of air went through the jet.
"Hold on!" I yelled and trying to make my way to the front without falling. Then- "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
A/N: Hi thanks for reading this as usual, blah blah blah same as usual note, just bear with me on the cringe and sorrow people. Thanks!
GA/N: I have issues and I'm happy newt is not dead. ; We all missed him.