Disclaimer: I do not own Super 8.
Cary stared in horror and shock at the teacher whom just moments before, had been dead. Or at least, he had thought he was dead.
And then Charles was talking.
"Dr Woodward, it's me, Charles Kaznyk. You've been in an accident but you're going to be o-"
In a split second, Dr Woodward had a gun pointed at them. "Get back!" He screamed, scrambing away from the gun that could end their lives at any second.
Charles was shaking next to him, tears streaming down his face. Everyone was horrified and scared for their lives.
"They will kill you," The injured man rasped, "Do not speak of this or else... or else you... and your family... will die."
Dr Woodward sounded so convinced at this fact and Cary felt a chill go down his back, doing nothing to stop the screaming pain that erupted from the bruises and scrapes from when he had flown backwards onto the ground and everything before.
They all stared in shock, breathing heavily and quickly as they kept their eyes transfixed on either Dr Woodward or the gun in his hand.
Voices filled his ears and Cary broke his gaze, turning his head to see lights coming down the hill towards the crash. His heart skipped a beat and he sucked in a sharp breath, the man's warning echoing in his head.
"GO!" Dr Woodward screamed at them, hand that held the gun flailing.
They ran.
They piled into the car, squishing together as they slammed the doors shut and took off, Alice driving. Cary had managed to get smooshed between Alice and Joe in the front seat while Charles, Preston, and Martin freaked out in the back.
Cary couldn't bring himself to try and cheer everyone up (albight horribly) like he usually tried to do. His heart was beating incredibly fast and his mind was in overdrive. All he could do was quietly curse under his breath, holding his searing wrist to his chest as he forced himself not to cry.
While they were running to the car, Cary had done his best to grab the bags they had brought so those men wouldn't find them and discover who they were. However, in doing so, he had injured his wrist even more. He had learned over the years that if he injured a part of his body (or someone else injured him) then he didn't need to use it much and try and let it rest. He hadn't really been thinking about that very much when he was trying to grab the bags and his wrist was sending jolts of sharp pain up his arm.
He knew it had been badly injured when he had fallen but now he was sure it was broken.
"That was insane!"
"An actual gun! We could have died!"
"My camera is ruined!"
The shouts were coming from the backseat as they panicked, the events from the last thirty minutes finally settling in.
"Are you okay?" Joe asked Alice, leaning over Cary to do so. He was wearing a mask of dirt and had a cut over his right eyebrow that was bleeding slightly but looked relativelly uninjured. Actually, everyone seemed mostly uninjured except for the occasional cut or scrape. They were really lucky it wasn't any worse.
"No," Alice muttered shakily, "It's hard enough to drive without everyone yelling their heads off."
Joe turned around slightly, "Guys, keep it down!"
It didn't do any help, though, as the three boys continued in their panic.
"You'll die, your family will die. Guys, this is not good information!" Preston exclaimed, terrified tears streaming down his face that he would later deny.
"No! The focus ring fell off!" Charles cried.
Cary couldn't help himself. He was in pain and scared out of his mind, "No one cares about your stupid camera."
In the rearview mirror, Charles made a face at him.
"We can't tell anyone," Alice yelled, "You guy's hear me? No one can know we were here. My dad can't find out I took his car and you know what Dr Woodward said."
"It's okay," Joe tried to sooth her, "We won't say anything."
She didn't look convinced.
"Guys, we're not saying anything. Are we?"
Joe managed to make his voice have so much authority in it that Cary couldn't help but answer, "Nope."
"No," Charles said quickly.
"Definitely not," Preston exclaimed
"Never," Martin shook his head, eyes wide and looking slightly green.
Joe turned back to Alice, "See? No one will say anything."
Silence settled in the car for a moment. Everyone took deep breaths, claming themselves down but the terror still lingered in the air.
Cary slowly opened the door to his house, carefully to be extremely quiet so he wouldn't wake anyone up. He tiptoed inside the dark kitchen, nearly holding his breath to keep from breathing to loud, before closing the door behind him slowly and softly, locking the door behind him just to be safe.
He paused, listening to be sure no one was running down the steps to scold him for being out so late, before he quietly made his way up the steps of the house. Walking through the hallway, he paid extra special attention to be quiet as he passed his Uncle Phil's room. If that man woke up, he could say goodbye to sleep.
Thankfully, he reached his room with no problem. Once safely inside, he dug in his closet for a T-shirt and some pajama pants to change into as well as some underwear before ducking back out and into the bathroom. He was very lucky that he didn't have to pass his Uncle's room to get to the bathroom.
He turned on the shower and stripped, wincing in pain as he peeled the shirt off of his back. The blood stains on his back confirmed his suspicion that his back had been bleeding and he was thankful that his friends had been too caught up with what happened to notice it. He tossed the shirt on the ground and carefully unraveled the bandage on his hand.
The sight that greeted him was an ugly one. His wrist was most definitely broken. It was purple and swollen and every small movement resulted in pain. He winced as he gingerly touched it, a spark of pain shooting up his arm.
He cradled his wrist to his chest as he climbed into the shower, letting the hot water run over him. It took all of his self control not to scream when the water touched his back but he knew he couldn't unless he wanted everyone to find out his secret. Either that, or he would just get hurt worse. It depended on who woke up when they heard his scream.
Letting the water rinse the dirt off his body, he stood there with silent tears streaming down his face, the events of the last hour burned into his mind. He looked down to see a small amount of blood dripping into the water from his back. That didn't bother him much. He was used to blood. However, he had never broken a bone before and he didn't know how he was going to function in school. It wasn't like he could tell anyone how he had broken it.
"Do not speak of this or else... or else you... and your family... will die."
The words rang in his head, as if taunting him. That one warning would keep him safe for the rest of his life. He wasn't risking his family for anything. Well, maybe Uncle Phil (because he hated that man) but nobody else.
His mind strayed to those weird cubes that they had found in the wreckage and he couldn't help but wonder what they were for. They didn't seem to have any use at all but at the same time, he knew they did. What were they and what use were they used for?
How could those weird, Rubik's cube type things be useful. Obviously, they were important or else they wouldn't have been on the train.
Shaking his head, he forced himself not to think of that. He was already going to have nightmares tonight. He didn't want to add mysterious cubes in the mix of all of it.
Once he was satisfied that he no longer looked as if he had been involved in a war, he carefully got dressed, ignoring the pain that erupted from his back. He carefully bandaged his wrist again, forcing himself to bind it tightly around his wrist so it was difficult to move it and he had less of a chance of making his injury worse than it already was.
He made sure that the bathroom looked as if no one had taken a shower in there before slinking back to his room, careful to make any noise that might wake someone up. Once he was safe inside his bedroom, he curled up on his left side to keep the pain in his back and wrist to a minimum before almost immediately falling asleep.
Authors Note: Sorry it was short but that felt like a good place to stop at.
A few things to say, the first few chapters will contain direct quotes from the movie (Yes, I'm watching the scenes to get information about them) However, some are changed. For instance, Dr Woodward originally said that they, and their parents will die. I thought it was a little odd not to just say family so I changed that. A few other things are changed as well. I will add more scenes that weren't shown in the movie and as it goes on, things will change. This story goes after the alien, anyway. So, that will all be AU.
I DID DECIDE TO GO WITH THE ALIEN.
This is really fun to write and I have so many ideas for it. Thanks for reading!