Ferb's pov
I woke up away from the wreckage. I was probably thrown clear of the helicopter when it crashed. I looked around. Mum? Beka? Isabella? I wondered. I heard a mind inside of mine, crying from pain. I followed it to the other side of the wreck, my own mind moaning with complaint from my sore limbs. I saw Isabella lying on the ground with a piece of metal stuck through her stomach. I almost puked from the sight of the bloody mess. Literally, bloody mess. She looked up in pain and saw me.
Take...it out…blocking…healing. Her thoughts gasped. I grimaced and walked over, kneeling down to her side. I pulled it out slowly, and then I actually did puke.
Isabella's pov
I turned away in disgust as Ferb freed his whatever-meal-he-had-last onto the ground. I felt myself healing as soon as the metal was out. It only took a couple minutes, all of which were filled with the sound of my long-time friend puking his guts out. I got up and pushed him a little with my foot.
"Ferb, come on, let's go find the others." I said.
"All right." He stood up shakily. "Wait – I can't sense anyone outside of this clearing." I looked around.
"This crash-made clearing." I added. "Where are we? These plants aren't grown anywhere near Danville, let alone in the same climate. Do you think this is one of Carter's research islands?" I asked. Ferb was looking behind me.
Why don't we ask them? He thought, pointing over my shoulder. I whipped around. Behind me were creatures only found in the human imagination – and none of them were the ones you would want to be there. A griffin, an angry-looking sprite, and a little dragon. And by little, I mean about as big as the crash – length, width, and height.
"Ho boy." I managed.
Ferb's pov
I looked around for something to defend us with. All I could see was my watch. I took it off and glared at it, blaming it for not being a weapon of some sort. Like a plasma blaster or something. I reached for it with my other hand, thinking I could probably rewire it into a bomb or something. Blue sparks shot from my hand and hit the watch. I jumped back, dropping it quickly. When the smoke cleared, it wasn't a watch anymore – it was a plasma blaster. Smashing. I thought. I picked it up and held it in front of me. The mythical creatures backed away slowly. I sensed for thought in them. Carter must have engineered them from animals, because the only self-aware thoughts were about using us for nourishment. Isabella quickly jumped behind me and grabbed my back.
"From now on, I am staying behind you." She said.
Elina's pov
"Emma, Sammy, Beka. Look at this." I said. My three friends ran up to me.
"What did you find?" Beka asked. I pointed to a spot of blood on the ground. And by spot, I mean gigantic bloody piece of land. Literally, bloody. And some sort of burnt-like spot next to it. "Some of the others were here." Beka said. I nodded.
"Let's go find them." Sammy said. I shook my head at my younger sister.
"We need weapons first." I said. "This place reeks of Carter." Emma nodded.
"I'll check the plane again." She teleported inside to look around. I took out my automatic pistol from my back pocket. Spies never travel unprepared.
Suzy's pov
I ran up to the top of the hill with the first aid kit. Candace looked at me suspiciously. I sighed.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to fudge up the first aid just to make you look bad." I said. She nodded slowly and held out her bloody arm.
"I have laser vision remember." She said. I rolled my eyes.
"Like I would forget that." I said. I sanitized her arm and wiped away the blood. There was a huge gash in her fore-arm. I pinched it together and wrapped it with an ace bandage. She winced.
"Couldn't you find anything softer?" She asked. I shook my head.
"Sorry, it's a first aid kit, not the storage room at the hospital." I said. "Let's go find Jer- " I stopped. A griffin was standing in front of us. Candace gasped and scrambled to her feet. I looked into its eyes. I sensed loneliness. Loneliness and fear. I walked forward slowly, putting out my hand.
"Suzy!" Candace hissed. "Get back here! That thing could eat you alive!" I ignored her like I always do and kept coming. It backed up a step and bared its teeth, growling. I stopped, murmuring comforting words in a mix of hypnotism and animal-speak. It slowly lowered its threatening posture and knelt to the ground. I turned to Candace.
"Come on. But no loud noises, you'll spook him" I said. Candace got up slowly.
"What are we supposed to do?" She whispered.
"He's going to give us a ride." I said.
Jeremy's pov
"Okay guys? Does anyone here speak mythical creature?" I asked, looking at the group of young dragons nervously. "Because I think we are in need of a dragon whisperer."
"I'm good with animals, not freakish creations of a mad scientist." Major Monogram said.
"Yes I don't believe I would be of any help either." Mr. Fletcher said. Mrs. Flynn sighed.
"Men these days." She scoffed. "Hey little guys." She said, walking up to them. "Who wants a treat?" Immediately all the dragons dropped their threatening postures. She handed out pieces of chocolate to all of the dragons, and they were instantly under her little finger. She looked at our stunned faces and laughed. "Children are all the same, no matter what species they are. Now let's go find the human kids."
"I'm following her." I said. Major Monogram and Mr. Fletcher nodded.
Baljeat's pov
I looked at Buford in disgust. He was looking at the carcass of some sort of animal.
"Do you have to be a complete Neanderthal right at this moment?" I asked. "We need to find our friends." He looked up.
"Whateva. But you're missin some wicked guts man." He said. I rolled my eyes.
"Will you just please keep moving?" I asked. "Or I am going to use you to fight off the live creature." I murmured under my breath.
Ferb's pov
"Ferb! Look what I found!" Isabella said. I ran over to her. She was pointing to a metal hole with a ladder going down it. I looked at her. "What is it?" She asked.
A service tunnel. We can go down it and see if it leads to Phineas. I thought. She grinned.
"Let's do it." She said. "I could always use another Disregard-For-Life-And-Limb patch." I rolled my eyes.
Who makes up these bloody patch names anyway? I asked.
"Don't get me started. I'll tell you on the way."
Okay so the spies are getting fire power, Suzy has control of a griffin, Linda is a Dragon Whisperer, Baljeat is threatening Buford, and Ferb and Isabella are heading down a service tunnel into probable doom. It's times like this when I ask myself what the heck I am doing here.