A/N: Here's chapter two guys! If you would want a chapter 3 you will have to get this story 3 reviews! Sorry if it sucks, Love you guys!
BeWare: The Escape
By; Meg S. Sisk
I lead Amy over to an assigned waiting area to wait for the train that would take us to the safety of South Carolina, I hope. We just sit and wait patiently in silence for the train to come. After about 7 minutes I see a strange figure out of the corner of my eye. I slightly gasp, barely enough for Amy to here me. " Miranda?" Amy says, in a low whisper. "What's wrong?" "Just stay here and don't move or talk to anyone." I say so she can barely hear me. I go around the corner and take a small peek. I see a black clothed figure hunched over writing something down on a piece of parchment. They leave around a corner I didn't realise was there before. I walk carefully over to the note.
Running won't do you and your little friend any good.
I will always be watching, Miranda.
-?
I crumble up the note and discard it into the rubbish bin. A million questions were racing through my mind. How did this person know my name? What do they want? What are they going to do? Is this mysterious person going to hurt me, or worse Amy? No their not. I won't let them. I will protect Amy with my life. The thought of her getting hurt burnt a hole through my chest, through my heart.
I hear the horn of the train blow and quickly go back and collect Amy. When I get there she is sitting there, obeying my order. At the sight of me she immediately stands to her feet. We walk over to the line for the train. As we go to get on an arm jolts out in front of me. "How old are you miss?" The usher asked in a formal voice. I knew you had to be at least 18 to travel by yourself or without a guardian. I was in trouble since I was only 17. I give Amy a pointed look and turn back to the usher."Today is my 18th birthday." I lie. "Nice try, you are coming with me until someone of age comes to pick you up." "Bot that can not be done! My grandparents are very ill and our parents are deceased and we don't have any other family!" I say, this time telling the truth.
After he finishes explaining a few things and us doing a lot of convincing he lets on the train. I pull the hoods of our cloaks over our heads and start heading to the back of the train. As we near the end I see a shadowy figure in one of the compartments. I pretend I didn't notice and sit down in the last compartment. They are quite clean due to the fact they are unused until the train is full because people try to sit near the front so it is a shorter walk towards the exit.
The ride is quite uneventful and it takes us 4 hours to reach our destination. We are in a large town in South Carolina. As we finally reach the front of the train to exit I pull our hoods over our heads and try my best to veer off from the crowd without drawing too much attention to ourselves. I lead us to a small area of the town where there are hardly any people.
I pull a small piece of parchment out of my pocket. "What is that?" Amy asked. "A list." I respond simply. I carefully unfold the paper and and on it reads,
Food
Water
Warm Clothes
New Identity
New Look
"What is that for?" "Its supplies." I walk quickly down the street and stop in front of a small shop. I grab a few pairs of warm pant and a few sweaters for the both of us along with sturdy boots. I pay the clerk and we leave the store. I drag her to a small cave type place and set all of our belongings down. I pick out the driest sticks and arrange them in a small stack. I grab a small rock and strike it hard against a stick. It takes me doing this 16 more times before the stick catches a small flame. "I'm cold." Amy whines. "I know I am too." I use a technique my father taught me when I was little to measure the temperature. "It is only about 27°F in here." I mutter mostly to myself. I pick up the largest blanket we have and sit next to Amy in a corner by the fire. We peacefully fall asleep like that with satisfaction that we have escaped. . . almost.