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DISCLAIMER: I don't own "Gone" which is Michael Grant's, and I don't own the song "Sure Fire Winners" by Adam Lambert...
DEDICATION: To the all-around awesome Caris L. Clearwater!
Chapter Four: Sure Fire Winners
"We're coming up like killing machines,
our big guns gonna shatter your scenes...
It's pandemonium on the floor
'cause everybody wants a little more..."
-Adam Lambert, "Sure Fire Winners
"There it is," Drake said, waving vaguely towards the buildings in the distance, silhouetted by the rising sun. "Perdido Beach; the town of heroes." Nala glanced at her companion, noting the dark emotion underlaying in his voice. She reached over and touched her hand to the arm that used to be a tentacle, and as they made contact, a freezing cold sensation swept over the place where her fingers lay. He glanced down, and his newly blue eyes met hers.
She smiled. "It won't be a town of heroes for long."
He raised both eyebrows in appreciation, and then glanced down at his right arm. "Where's my whip? I will be able to get it back, right?" His voice adopted a note of panic, and Nala could see his distress in his eyes.
How pitiful. The only thing he loves is the tentacle attached to his arm. But still; that's a valuable trait if he wants to be on my side.
She exhaled loudly. "This is just a temporary disguise. We're going to infiltrate Perdido Beach, make them trust us. And when they do..." He looked up from his arm, distress changing to macabre expectation in seconds.
"We strike."
She grinned, showing white teeth; her canines were far longer and pointier then any human teeth were. "Exactly."
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The two of them entered the town, and as it was early in the morning only a few kids were out and about; a Hispanic kid and a number of others, aiming and firing guns at round targets. Nala took the moment in time and froze it, and the air seemed to shimmer and distort. Seemingly out of nowhere, more humans materialized, but they were taller, older. Adults.
They were all paused like on a television screen, in various forms of animation. One was talking, distressed, on a cell phone, another was shaking the shoulders of a kid with a gun, to no avail. He couldn't see them, hear them, or feel them.
The adults could see the kids, the kids were oblivious to the adults.
The kids believed the adults had disappeared, when Nala had actually just made reality a little more complicated. The kids thought that they were alone, when the adults were watching them the whole time, wondering why when they tried to stop their children from running around and destroying things, from stealing cars, from killing each other, they wouldn't listen? Wondering why they couldn't touch their sons and daughters, wondering why they were just like ghosts, unseen, unheard? Nala smirked and wiggled her fingers.
"Hey!" the Hispanic kid yelled, running up to them after slinging the gun on his back. "Who're you?"
Nala played the part of a scared, ten-year-old girl to a T, hiding behind Drake as he held out his arms in a form of surrender, actually seething inside, wishing he could just kill this kid and get it over with. Nala pinched the back of his leg to make sure he remembered why they were here.
"I'm Nico D'Karssen," he said exactly as they had rehearsed it. "And this is my little sister, Nala." She peeked out from around his legs, widening her big, blue eyes in what looked like fear. "We used to live in the national park, before this... Whatever this is, happened."
The kid stuck out his hand, and Drake shook it. "I'm Edilio, and this is Perdido Beach. We call whatever happened the FAYZ, which means Fallout Alley Youth Zone. You can probably stay here, but I should take you to the mayor, first. Sam Temple."
Nala felt Drake tense, and she took his hand, the epitome of a frightened child, as they breached the front lines of the enemy and went to find Sam Temple.
There you have it!
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