Okay!

So I think the plotline is going to start hitting some twists starting this chapter:) Or maybe the next, but be prepared for a mix up, mmkay?

~NumberSixteen

As the day continued on, Lucas decided the spot they were at was far enough from Terra Nova and close enough to the badlands to be a clever hideout. If he needed to get to the badlands he could quickly. He'd made up his mind that him and Skye would remain there. For how long, he didn't know. But he figured once it'd reached that point, he'd know when to leave and take her to the Badlands with him so he could finish his work. He still wanted revenge on his father dearly and was willing to do anything to get to that point. But he didn't want to do it without Skye.

She'd been somewhat avoiding him all day, hardly speaking at all and keeping to herself. He knew she was uncomfortable about how things had ended up last night and their brief moment about the fruit this morning. Although she seemed somewhat bothered by the entire ordeal, Lucas couldn't be happier. He didn't express it tremendously, but he was definitely more gentle. He wasn't going to let her outsmart him again with a clever trick like the one she used this morning, because he had a hunch that the very next trick she'd use, it'd be to steal away his gun. He'd kept a watchful eye on her all morning and a feeling of revenge nabbed at his brain.

He was so astounded at her little act this morning, he was determined to get her back. His genius mind constantly working to see if he could find an opportunity to retaliate, but there were none. She hadn't really done much that day. She'd sat around at the fire lots and gotten up to stretch a few times, but hadn't really done much otherwise. Lucas was growing irritated with her, wanting her to do something, anything he could seek revenge through!

Finally, she made a movement. She reached over to her backpack, pulling it closer. She rummaged through it and pulled out a shirt and another pair of shorts. She'd been wearing the same pair of clothes for days and she decided that she should change. She also reached into her pocket and yanked out her ponytail. She scraped her hair up out of her face, pulling it into a somewhat messy bun. She rubbed her temples for a moment before standing. She swept up her clothes and stretched before turning to Lucas. "I'm going to go change. These clothes are filthy. I'm thinking of washing them later."

Lucas nodded, an evil glint in his eye. This may provide the perfect opportunity to get her back. She let out a huff of air before crossing the clearing of grass and disappearing behind a large tree.

"How do I know you won't run away, Bucket?" Lucas asked.

She poked her head out from behind the tree. "You'll just have to trust me."

Lucas smirked. "After that stunt you pulled this morning, I don't know if I can."

Her head disappeared behind the tree again and he heard her chuckle. "Stunt? I thought you liked that."

Lucas had in fact, but he just snickered at her. "You stole my breakfast."

He heard her let out a muffled laugh. "Yeah that was a pretty good one. I'll have to remember that."

Lucas rolled his eyes and shook his head. Outsmarted again.

She reappeared from behind the tree, wearing a somewhat longer pair of white shorts, although they were still short, and a flowing black shirt. She held up her seperate set of clothes in disgust and motioned to the pools of water where she'd bathed the previous night. "I'm going to go wash these. Do you need me to wash anything?"

Lucas shrugged off his shirt and tossed it to her. "You can wash this one. My other one is in my bag. It's got a big hole in it where you shot me, but I can live. The shirt you brought me is itchy anyway." He motioned to his bag where his shirt was crammed inside at the bottom.

She rolled her eyes and walked over to his bag. She unzipped it and pulled out the shirt. It's soft blue fabric was light in her fingers. She slung it over her arm with the other clothes and started over to the water pools. He watched her with an attentitive eye. "Don't worry," She tossed over her shoulder, "I'm not going to run off anywhere."

He nodded knowingly, but still watched her closely as she disappeared behind a few trees and bushes. An idea suddenly came to him. He quietly got to his feet and stuck over to hide behind the bushes by the water pools. She was humming to herself again and he watched her as she dipped the shirts in and out of the water, trying to get all the dirt and blood off of them. He sat in wait until the right moment came. She leaned over the pool once more as she dipped her shirt in, swishing it under the water. He pounced out of the bushes. A gasp of surprise escaped her lips as he pushed her into the water. He smirked evilly as she resurfaced, an angry pout on her face.

He'd gotten his sweet, sweet revenge on her. His pride died down when a look of utter shock crossed her face. "Lucas." She whispered.

"What?" He asked, returning to his stoic self.

A slight flash of worry in her eyes alarmed him. She climbed out of the pool soaking wet and came over to him. Her hand carefully came up to his chest where his bandages were in place. The bandages were dirty and gross. "How did I not notice this before? When was the last time you changed your bandages?"

He shrugged, "You were the last person to do it."

Her brow furrowed and she gave him a hard look. "Your wounds will get infected! God Lucas, for someone who is a genius, you're pretty stupid." She counter contradicted herself in anger. He grabbed his arm and the pile of soaking clothes and dragged him over to the campfire. She sat him down on a rock and yanked open his backpack. The bandages she'd left him were still there. She ripped off his bandages with a little more force than necessary and examined the wounds. "You are so lucky, Lucas."

Lucas looked down at the wounds. They were healing but his chest was still red and the wounds still looked bad. He didn't respond as she pulled out some sterilizers she'd packed and began to dab at the wounds. It stung and he hissed irritably. "What are you doing, Bucket?" His voice etched with irritation.

"Don't use that tone with me right now, dumbass." She retorted. She'd finished cleaning his wounds and reached for the bandages.

"Dumbass?" He growled, anger rising from the pit of his stomach.

"Yes, dumbass." She spat, "One more day and these would have been infected. God Lucas, you could have died!"

He rolled his eyes. "Isn't that what you want, dear sister?"

She cast him a look as she finished wrapping up his wounds. "I wouldn't wish death upon anyone. Not even you."

Rage bubbled in his chest, "What is that supposed to mean, Bucket?" He stood up abruptly, venom laced his words.

She gave him a hard look. "Would you quit calling me that?"

He reached for her chin, jerking it so his eyes stared down into hers. "Not as long as I have the gun."

She pushed him away roughly and reached for her backpack. She threw her wet clothes in and zipped it up, throwing it on her back. Tears stung her eyes but they were hidden by her soaking body, no thanks to Lucas. She started walking away, gritting her teeth.

"Where do you think you're going?" Lucas spat.

"Home to Terra Nova. Home to my mother. Home to Josh. Home to Taylor." The words struck him harshly as she said them without looking back. "I thought you were starting to change a little, but clearly I was wrong. What are you going to do next, huh? Go runnning off to the Badlands to come up with some other plan to destroy your father and everything else I love?" She just kept walking, clearly too irritated to handle it. He snatched the gun from his belt and pointed it at her.

"If you take one more step, I'll shoot you Skye." He said as calmly as he could.

She stopped in her tracks and turned to him, her eyes gleaming with self-hate and hurt. She shook her head at him. "You can't shoot me, Lucas. We both know by now that you can't, or you would have a long time ago."

He swung the gun a little to the left and shot the tree closest to her. "I'm not kidding around Bucket." The nickname rolled off his tongue harshly.

"And neither am I. I'm going home." She took another step.

He pointed the gun threateningly at her, wanting to pull the trigger, begging his fingers to, but he just couldn't. He couldn't kill his sister. Not ever. "I'm sorry." He whispered but she couldn't hear him as she was forcing her feet to take her forward.

"If you can't shoot her," A voice cut in. "Then I will." The source of the feminine voice stepped out from behind a tree near Skye. Mira pointed her gun at Skye, threatening to pull the trigger. Skye whirled around to face Mira. Her hands went up, her eyes pleading.

"Mira." Lucas hissed. "What are you doing here?"

Mira cast a look over a Lucas. "I came here to see if you were going to come to the Badlands. We've all been thinking you were dead after this stupid girl shot you, but then we heard news you'd shown up at Terra Nova, begging to see none other than," She glared back at Skye. "Skye Tate. The old Sixers' pathetic spy."

Lucas's eyebrows rose. What did Mira want with him? "What do you want, Mira?"

She moved her glare from Skye to Lucas, "I want you to come back to the Badlands and do what you are supposed to do."

Lucas shook his head. "I think we have forgotten who is in charge here." He pointed his gun at Mira.

She raised her eyebrows, "Oh really? I think we've forgotten who has control of this situation. If you don't come back and do what you're told, I'll kill her."

Lucas felt his heart rate quicken. Skye's eyes were wide and scared under Mira's gunpoint. She knew that Mira wouldn't hesitate to kill her like Lucas would and he knew it as well. "If you kill her, you won't get your cut."

Mira's expression didn't faulter. "I think I will get my cut as long as this girl is in my posession. So you better agree to this all, Lucas, or this girl will be dead. It's a shame, you two would be so perfect for eachother. Constantly stabbing people in the back."

Lucas's mind was at war with itself. All the scenarios played out. Skye either lived, or she died. That was all there was to it. But could he live with himself if he sucked up his pride and gave into the Sixers of all people?

MUA HAHA! Cliffhanger! Told you, twist time!:)

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And I thought Chapter 16 needed to be interesting. I mean, look at my username :D If I didn't throw a little twist in at chapter 16, I'm living down my username xDDD So yeah!:D

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~NumberSixteen