Okay guys. So you know my one shot, "Sometimes I wish I didn't?" well. I'm turning into a story. So please read the first one before this, because it's chapter one!! Thanks Oh yeah. I changed my PenName. So I'm BrookieWuvsYou now.
We were walking quietly at the peak of dawn. No one knew who we were, but the division. Why would they hunt us down? They're the ones that took my mother away from me and ruined my whole lifetime in under ten minutes, so why? As I've told you before… I'm Melanie. And I'm a watcher. I see the future. Well, a few weeks ago, I meet a mover, Nick. And He's helping me find my mother. Just one step at a time we're getting closer and closer to her… without even knows where she exactly is. Who knows, we could actually be getting farther and farther away from her, or she could be dead. We don't know until we find out.
It was three weeks until I walked home from the bar and met Nick. We weren't exactly friends, but you know what I mean. I haven't had a vision for a while, almost a month to be exact. But I still constantly carried my pad and paper around.
I woke up one day on November 1st, 2006, and the air just didn't feel the same. I just had this feeling that something was creeping me away from the hotel room. I peered out the window, and I saw a shadow. It wasn't a human. Well it didn't look like one from four floors above the ground. The next thing I knew, gunshots. They were going through the windows someone threw a mother-fucking grenade. "NICK! Where the hell are you?!" I screamed. I ran into the bathroom, where it seemed like none of the flying bullets were going, and Nick was in the shower. Wow. He must have been in there a while for him not to notice. "Nick! Get out of the shower! NOW!" I yelled. "Why?" he said. "Um you can't hear the guns?!" "No?" "Oh my god Nick. Just get out of the shower!" And he did, and we crawled on the floor out of the smashed hotel room.
When we got out of the hotel, we didn't tell anyone that someone was trying to hunt us down. That would just be pretty weird. So we ran out to car, which was actually brand new, and we jumped in and drove ninety down the freeway. I wasn't driving. You can tell how much adrenaline goes through Nick in a short amount of time. We didn't have seat belts on, and at this point I didn't really care. "Get in the back." Nick told me. "Why?" I said. "So you can watch to see if a mysterious black or white van is stalking us." He said. "Haha. That's' not funny." "I'm serious." I jumped in the back and glued my eyes to the back windshield. "How do you know what the division drives?" I asked. "That's something for me to know and for you to find out." He replied.
After about twenty minutes of being in a traffic jam behind a tractor, a white van appeared. You know, the ones that you freak out about when you're on the side of the road, thinking people will jump out and kidnap you. Yeah, that kind of white van. "Nick, there's a white van." I said. "Aha. Finally some action." He said back. Without even knowing if it was division or not, he passed every single car behind the so called, "Traffic Jam". We drove about two miles out, and I think the white van caught on that we weren't normal people if we were going ninety miles per hour down a gravel road in England. They followed us.
"Shit, Nick. The white van is on our tail." I said.
"Damn that white van." He said with a smile that I could see through the mirror.
He took a sharp right turn onto the highway, which, he clearly wasn't in England very long, because he was driving on the right side of the road.
"Um Nick, you blonde. You're on the wrong side." I said, smirking.
"Oh sorry for not being German or whatever England people are called!"
I rolled my eyes. The white van had slowed down or went straight, cause I didn't see it anymore. Finally after almost two months, I had a vision.
"My mother is with the division. She's surprisingly young. She's sitting in a hospital bed with people in black suits with red ties surrounding her. I see needles everywhere, and the black man just grabbed one filled with water. Fuck, that's not water. That's the drug."
As soon as my vision was getting good, it ended.
"MELANIE! ANSWER ME BITCH!!" Nick yelled at me.
I shook my head to get back into reality, and all I had to say was, "Holy mother fucker."
"What? Did you have a vision?" Nick questioned.
"Yes." I stuttered.
"What did you see?"
"My mom got the drug."
Nick pushed on the breaks so hard that the car rolled four times.
We weren't hurt or anything. Thank god Nick's a mover, or we both could have been killed right there. My brand new car's hood was completely dented. Shit. What a waste of twenty grand right there.
"What else was it?" Nick asked.
"Well… it must have been years ago because she only looked like 16." I said.
"Did she survive it?"
"I never even got to see them inject into her blood. The vision ended when one of the guys grabbed the syringe off the table." I said.
"Well… if she's dead then why are we trying to get to Korea or wherever the hell she is trying to find her?" Nick snapped back.
"Stop it Nick. We'll just have to wait for another vision. You're making my PMS just a little bit harder."
He gave me a weird as hell face like he thought I was serious.
"Pissed at men syndrome." I snapped back.
His weird face went away, and he smiled and shook his head back and forth.
Surprisingly after we rolled the car, it still started up. We drove away. But my new mustang would only go to about 50 mph, so we drove to the closest car dealership and rented one.
We drove away from the car dealership as soon as we signed the papers for our used 94 Chevy that we would rent to own. What's the point of getting a new car? We'll probably roll this one, too, knowing Nick.
But, whatever. All we know right now is nothing. We don't even know if we're searching for an alive person, but we keep on driving.