Author Notes:

I'm sad people. I saw tons of views, but I only got review from one friend. The sad thing is it is from the person I am writing this for. I understand you not reviewing, if you thought "Oh, she already has 25 for only 2 chapters she's okay on reviews." Sorry to tell you otherwise, but those are from a failed version of this. So please review. This thing thrives on your reviews even the smallest ones. This will also be the chapter in which the bots finally appear! Sort of oh well! Woot! (Uses party poppers) Now on with the story!

Chapter 3: Car Washes and Reaper Trucks a Good Mix Yes?

Exits had to be as dramatic as one's entrances, as Nicu says.

That's why I found myself flying through the air…again, as we ran away from the restaurant.

We were still wandering the streets around one of those neighborhood road intersections near an area of more stores and small restaurants at six. We had spent the entire day charging up what we could until around three, when the woman must have finally reported it stolen.

I snorted thinking about it.

We had been in a toy store for once in the sports section, and we had both chosen a form of transportation. I had found a decent pair of rollerblades, while Nicu had chosen a scooter with those weird v shaped board that allowed side to side, sharp turns, and spinning motions.

Ringing up our things, we had watched the women, her nametag read Susie, tell us there was some error to be reported and walked off.

We tensed up and both got on our rides. The women came back two tall, burly men on either side. We took off, and the men pursued. Before we got out the doors, Nicu swung the scooter from under himself and at the men's heads. One ducked the scooter grazing over his brown hair, while the other fell to the ground on his ass. The one who ducked tried to tackle Nicu, while he was open. I solved that with a high kick, bringing the hard plastic end of the skates into his shoulder effectively throwing him to the ground. We broke the window and ran out, avoiding the alarm sensors. A few more workers followed us. Some had decided to exchange insults with us; most of theirs crude and explicit and quite easily competition. We had even managed to get one to crashed into a pole, while he cursed us and our family in English and in what I believe was Spanish. To escape the rest that hadn't been out of shape, Nicu had pulled the chase through a car wash. We got out without…wound, but the others got knocked around by the giant cleaners. We had been laughing about it…until we got to the car blow-dryer.

"I already said I was sorry," Nicu muttered.

I glared at his angrily through pom pom shaped hair.

"How was I supposed to know that would happen!" he sputtered.

I crossed my arms and gave him and incredulous look.

"Please. Please. Please….No more silent treatment," he whined, faking tears.

I glared.

"Please!" he whined.

Increase glare power.

"PLEASE!" he screamed.

"Just stop whining….," I said.

"YAH!" he cried, jumping up and down.

I paused, and my eyes flashed evilly.

Without warning, Nicu launched himself at me; arms spread open for a death hug.

A second before he connected, I sideskated, and he face planted into the ground.

"Hey! No fair! You saw what I was going to do, before I even did it again! Didn't you!" Nicu accused, "Nuri!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, turning my back to him, where I stood on the sidewalk.

My eyes glinted again, and I sidestepped Nicu's sneak attack. His face again face planting into the grass on the other side of the sidewalk.

"Nur-phleai!" he shouted into the dirt.

"Yes," I asked innocently.

He lifted his head.

His face was smeared with dirt, and his mouth was full of grass.

The few people still out stared at me, while I laughed evilly, standing over him.

Nicu made a disgusted face and spat out the grass, frantically pawing at his tongue to get it all off.

What happened next broke the mood terribly so. I fell to my knees clutching my head. I grimaced. It felt like an ice pick was piercing my head. I groaned and whimpered. My eyes glinted, and then the world proceeded to tilt.

My sight got scratchy like when listening to a broken record, and a distorted sense of speed, sight, and sound pelted my nervous system.

The only colors were an unnatural mix of black, white, and brown. The road we were standing by flashed. A few cars sped by in scratched up blurs. The road froze then slowly played like an old movie. A little girl giggling as she ran ahead her parents on the sidewalk, a truck speeding down the road, and then they started to meet. The girl ran into the street running to the park. The truck tried to break, but it was too late…. Then everything turned red.

I gasped. I felt heart jump start like a car, as color flooded my senses. I stood up my limbs moving on their own accord.

I watched as everything began to play once again. Nicu's voice deaf on my ears.

I spun towards the noise of a child's voice. There! The little girl giggled skipping in front of three people watching her. The truck then materialized through the crowd of cars like a reaper coming from behind. I stumbled on the grass. My eyes fixed to the scene. Then I sprinted onto the road; wheels spinning. Faster…faster, images playing through my mind again. Following like a puppet, my limbs moved without a thought. My feet bringing me to them. The girl froze in front of the car. I grabbed her folding her up in my arms as my momentum carried me through. A searing pain flooding me, as the truck managed to clip my left arm. I ignored it though and managed to roll, protecting the girl from the hard fall, as the concrete bit into my back. I managed to only make a small whimper, when the landing jarred my arm. I lay still on my back, panting. I hissed here and there, when the shivering of the small girl managed to brush against my arm, which was most likely than not broken.

"ANNABELLE!" three voices screamed.

Oh, now I remember the parents. I wonder who the third voice is. A relative or family friend perhaps?

"NURI!" another shouted.

Oh, right…Nicu. Well, oops.

I don't think I heard the truck stop. Hmm…driver must of not have wanted to possibly get in trouble, no matter how innocent both sides were. Hit and run is the American term isn't it? Doesn't matter I suppose; I still remember the license plate. Hmph…people these days.

The sound of feet thumping brought me out of my musings and back to the kid clutching to my chest.

Nicu came in first and ran to my left side, while the three others took up on the other.

"She's okay just shaken up," I said to the three, petting the girls head with my not broken arm.

The couple tried to pick her up, but she just clutched to my shirt, crying even harder. So they let her stay there, as they pet her head and tried to reassure her. Even the other man, petted her head and whispered comforting words into her ear.

"Sis are you alright?" Nicu asked hysterical.

One of his hands touched my broken arm. I... shrieked loudly. Everyone jumped except the girl. She just clutched harder to my chest and shook violently. I whimpered as my head and back throbbed in time to my heartbeat. My uninjured hand reached to pet the girls head calming her somewhat, before I grabbed Nicu's and squeezed it in a hope to calm him.

I tried to sit up, but at the smallest wince one of the three pushed me down. He was nicely tanned but still white. His clothes were a simple black shirt, camo pants, and boots with short, black hair and an equally black stubble finishing the look. A long scar crossed over his one of his glowing blue eyes. No, seriously, his eyes actually seemed to glow; either that or I got hit harder than I thought.

"Stay down. We can't have the person who just saved Annabelle croak, Rookie," he spoke deeply.

Hmmm…he has a very deep voice. I would say his vocal range is bass…interesting.

I paused; my stomach felt wet. I looked down and stared. A red mark was forming through my shirt.

"Nicu? I-I think the scabs reopene….,"I tried to finish, but my vision flooded white. I could hear faint yelling and crying; then the shadows embraced me. Their soft robes wrapping loosely around me.

Comments: Sorry for not updating in…forever. I blame Spanish class. I had wanted to take ASL (American Sign Language), Japanese, or German, but NO my mother just had to have me do Spanish in Middle School. So now I have to do it in High School, and I am redundant in hearing and understanding or speaking very well in this irritating language. It's not my fault I have terrible hearing; I literally couldn't hear the letter L during my younger years. I've had to spend all my time trying to get my black belt, studying, homework, and my book and manga which I am trying to publish before I get out of High School.

I promise to start updating faster though. Hazelhazard may be the most passive and least violent of us most of the time, but she's insane on sugar highs. Plus, I don't need my insides mixed into her next pie.

Please review or my different multiple personalities will go crazy…er.

Random: (Crying) That poor scooter what happened to it!

Rough: REVIEW OR I'LL HOLD THIS STORY HOSTAGE!

Logic: You know that's not entirely your choice to make?

Love: Aw…you bicker like a married couple.

Everyone: (stares at Love)

Rough: YOU MUST DIE!

Logic: For once, we may agree on something.

Love: (eeps and runs)

Compassion: (opens door and peers in) (sweatdrops) I knew I shouldn't have let Love take my spot, while I was out.

Everyone: Review if you want your own favorite bot in a pairing!