Disclaimer: I do not own Super 8. The only thing I own are their secrets.
Cary woke up to someone flickering his light on and off and whistling loudly. He groaned in annoyance and peeked out from under his blanket to see his older brother, Michael, smirking at him.
"You know it's ten, right?" His older brother said, eyes laughing.
"You know I was sleeping, right?" He mocked back, thrusting the pillow back over his head.
"Oh, no you don't," Michael grinned, walking to him and wripping the blankets off. He barely supressed the hiss of pain when they rubbed on his injured back, "You've missed breakfast and if you wait any longer, Mom will kill you."
Moaning in annoyance, he sat up and he was about to rub the sleep from his eyes when he remembered his wrist just a second too late and yelped as pain ignited in his hand.
Michael frowned, "What'd you do to your hand?"
Internally panicking, he answered swiftly and calmly, "I might have fallen on it when a firework nearly blew up in my face," He added a sheepish grin to make it more convincable.
His brother sighed and rolled his eyes, "Of course you did. You've got to stop playing around with those fireworks. They're dangerous.
Cary made a face at him. His brother was way too protective over him. If he knew the real reason he had injured his wrist, he would be really angry. He could almost picture the disappointment in his face.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Cary said, waving his uninjured fist.
"Is your hand okay?" Michael asked, "Are you sure you didn't break it?"
Cary sighed. It wasn't like he was going to say that it was broken, "Nah, it's just bruised. Maybe sprained at the worst. Now, I'm gonig to get breakfast and if I find you snooping in my room, I will burn your eyebrows off in your sleep."
The news was on when he arrived downstairs, coverage of the train crash playing. He froze for a split second as it scanned over the scene before snapping out of it and heading to the kitchen as if he hadn't even seen it.
He poured himself a bowl of cereal and sat down at the table. He watched the TV from his spot at the table, just barely able to even see the pictures and hear the voices from where he sat. His father and Uncle Phil were sitting on the couch in the living room, playing a game of chess and watching the news on the train crash.
"Hey, Cary!" His father yelled from the living room, "Wasn't one of your teachers named Mr Woodward?"
"Dr Woodward," He corrected, wincing as he remembered the man's words from the night before, "Yeah. Why?"
"He was the driver that caused the train to be derailed and this whole crash that happened," His father said, "You heard about it?"
He forced himself to get up and walk into the living room. He knew that it would look weird if he didn't show any interest in it.
"Haven't heard of it," He lied as he forced his eyes to look at the TV. The camera was panning over the train parts as the reporter spoke.
"The driver fell asleep behind the wheel and as the car passed over the tracks, the train hit it dead on. As you can see, it caused a lot of destruction. Witnesses have reported hearing loud crashes and explosions from the train. No one lived close enough to actually see it, although some have reported seing the top of the explosions."
"Ain't that horrible," Uncle Phil said, "All that money spent on that train is gone."
Cary nodded, feeling weird to be agreeing with that when that same train crash had nearly killed him and his friends. The money wasted was the least of his worries.
"Guys? Did my death really look good?" Cary asked excitedly, taking the fake eyes off. They had just finished filming another zombie death scene and, as always, he was the zombie that died.
"It looked great, dude," Charles said reassuringly as Joe started to dig around in the bag for some more caps so they could shoot the scene from another angle.
When Joe pulled his arm out of the bag, his sleeve was pushed up slightly and Cary got a short view of messy cuts on the boy's arm. Cary was startled for a moment before remembering that he must have cut his arm during the train crash.
Cary couldn't have been the only one to injure himself during that crash.
"Oh, hey," Preston said, walking over to him, "What'd you do to you hand?"
Cary brushed him off quickly, "I was trying to set up some fireworks and it exploded knocked me down. I fell on my wrist. I think I sprained it."
Preston rolled his eyes, "One of these days, you're going to seriously injure yourself."
"That day isn't today," Cary grinned, "So let's not worry about it."
Their attention was averted as Joe set up the camera and started to look at the train sight, a frown painted on his face.
"What're you doing?" Martin asked him in a confused tone.
"That whole thing's an air force train," Joe mumbled as he looked through the camera.
Cary gaped, "What?"
"I make plastic models," Joe was explaining to Alice, "Paint them, glue them. Stuff like that."
"And he's not embaressed by that," Preston snickered.
Cary rolled his eyes and lightly shoved him with his good hand, "Look who's talking, Math Camp."
"Shut up, Shorty," Preston retorted with a playful glare. Cary stuck his tongue out at him.
A waitress stopped by their table, dropping a plate off. Charles asked for a coffee and Cary snickered, unable to help himself, "So sophisticated."
"Shut up, I like coffee," Charles glared in annoyance.
"No one likes coffee," He said, even though he knew it was a lie. His mother drank it all the time as well as his Uncle Phil.
Joe continued on in his explanation to Alice and Cary listened in while doing his best to act like he wasn't. He was really curious about the whole thing but he didn't want them to know about it. It seemed to be annoying Charles enough and Charles was already annoyed with him because he had set up a small firework in the field and scared him half to death.
He was good at acting, though.
So when Martin voiced his question of, "Am I the only one who doesn't understand what any of this means?" Cary knew he had to reply to make it seem like he wasn't as deeply listening to the conversation as he actually was.
"Probably, Smartin," He rolled his eyes.
"Cary, shut up," Martin snapped. Wow, three 'shut ups' in less than five minutes. That had to be a recod.
"You shut up,"
"Don't call me Smartin. I don't like it," Martin hissed, expression annoyed.
Cary smirked, "I'm sorry, Smartin. Let's go cry about it."
"Shut up."
Joe continued talking, ignoring the banter between Cary and Martin, "Dr Woodward had that map. He drove onto the tracks. Maybe there was something he wanted-"
"To destroy!" Martin and Preston both said in realization and excitement.
"Will you guys shut up?" Charles asked, glaring at them, "You know what he said. They'll kill us and our families!"
They ignored him. He had said if they told anyone, which they obviously weren't going to do.
Cary, while being intrested in the whole thing, was really hoping it was simpler than that, "Maybe he was just trying to kill himself?"
"That's dumb," Preston rolled his eyes. Cary made a face at him.
"He had a gun," Joe pointed out, "If he was going to kill himself, why not use that?"
Preston spoke up, "There are many other ways to kill yourself, anyway. Pills, hanging..."
Cary sighed. He had definitely not meant to bring up a discussion on ways you could kill yourself.
As they started suggesting other ways to commit suicide (Which Cary found rather creepy that they knew of how many ways you could off yourself), he decided to try and steer the conversation in a different way.
"Stop taking the fries away," He glared at Charles. He wasn't really mad at him but arguing was better than a conversation on suicide.
"I ordered them for a reason," Charles retorted.
"Excuse me," Cary spoke as if talking to a waitress, "Can we get another order of fries because my friend here is fat."
"Funny. At least I don't have to use a booster seat," The larger boy shot back, annoyed. Cary grinned, not at all fazed by the dig at his height.
"If it is the Air Force," Alice's voice broke through the chatter, "What would they have on the train?"
Charles looked angry, "Shut up about it," He hissed, "I don't know about you, but I don't want any more of my family to die."
Cary had a feeling he was the only one to catch the 'any more' part of Charles' words. He opened his mouth to question the boy about it but caught himself. It was obvious that Charles didn't want to talk about it since he had known him for three years and had never heard of it before.
"Joe, do you really want something to happen to your dad, too?" Charles said and Cary saw Joe wince faintly.
Cary glared at Charles' head when he wasn't looking. He really didn't need to bring that up. Obviously, Joe didn't so he shouldn't have even said that.
They finished their food in silence, broken only by quiet mutterings of, 'Pass the ketchup.'
Authors Note: I hope this chapter was okay! I'm trying to stick as close to canon with everything going on while tweaking a few things. The Secret's Storyline will really kick up after the whole alien fiasco. For now, it's mostly Cary's point of view of everything. As it goes on, more will be changed though.
Yeah, I'm examining each scene very carefully to get the right words and actions. It's taking up a lot of my time. I'm glad I'm on break at the moment.