AUTHOR NOTE

Okay, so stupid me was thinking of a different prison and the name Alcatraz popped up in my head. I forgot it was abandoned… I think I watched a special on T.V. or something about it and that's how I thought about it. So I changed the location of Alcatraz to a different famous one that's NOT abandoned :)

So, anyway, here's Chapter Six. I don't know how many chapters I plan to add. More than I have now, I know that.

I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT FOR THE BROOKS FAMILY, MOIRA WANG, AND THE AUGUSTOS!

Operation: Guns

Rated: T

Chapter 6: The Runaway

Before the Clarks and Lacey had entered the house, Lacey had announced, "Don't worry guys, I've got this."

They had walked through the front door carefully. Karen Clark had immediately confronted them, shouting things like: "Your father and I always tell you not to be later for dinner!" and, "You're lucky that you've got a friend over, and I'm letting you off easy!" But then she had noticed Lacey's big hunk of gauze and bandage on her arm below her shoulder and the white hospital band around Marc's head. "Good heavens, what happened, kids?" She exclaimed.

Lacey had stepped forward, coming up with a bogus story in her head immediately. "Well," she had began, "We were walking along the sidewalk from the mall—" She walked around in a circle with her arms up at her sides demonstratively, "—And then we heard this chainsaw noise! We looked up, but it was too late. A branch from a tree right above us fell on top of me and Marc," She said. She truly had a captivated audience. Even the Clark kids themselves looked entranced as she told her story, "It was HUGE! It hit Marc completely on the head, and it slashed my arm almost to the bone. We had to keep Marc awake so he wouldn't pass out on us. The guy who had cut the branch had been trimming the trees in his front yard and he hadn't seen us coming. He immediately rushed Marc and me to the hospital. And, uh—we're okay now!" She finished.

Karen was gaping and Cal stood behind her, also wide-eyed. Had this story come from Tony, they wouldn't have believed it, but coming from this intriguing brunette girl, they believed right away.

Cal stepped forward, concern making his brows furrow. "And Marc's okay?" He asked. Lacey nodded. "And you're okay?"

Karen began to gush out her motherly speech. "Well, I might as well get you kids helmets and body-suits if it's unsafe to walk a city block in the day time! Dear, did you get any stitches?"

"No," Lacey lied again, although she did it very pleasantly which made it seem all the more truthful. She had indeed gotten stitches—twelve of them.

Cal looked thoughtful. "Do you need to call your parents, kiddo?"

"No," Lacey said, but a little too quickly. "The doctors said that they would inform them themselves. I don't want my parents to come home early from a business trip to see that they're daughter is in perfectly-working order," She covered up the rest of the lie with a pleasant smile.

Karen's blue eyes were speculating this. "And who was the person who took you to the hospital?" She asked.

"Jenkins!" Tony interrupted, coming out with a random name. His siblings looked at him warningly.

Cal laughed. "Jenkins? What kind of name is that?"
"Richard Jenkins," Lacey corrected quickly.

"Oh, well what a nice man for helping the kids after that little accident. Thank God no one broke their neck!" Karen sighed before closing the matter and walking into the Dining Room.

When Cal, too, had followed her; Lee breathed a sigh of relief. "A branch fell out of the sky?" He chuckled.

Lacey smirked, "Hey, it was pretty good for spouting a story on the spot. They believed it, didn't they?"

Megan put her hands behind her head and followed her parents into the Dining Room, "Hey, I'm not objecting! Although I don't like the way you made nature die with that tree." Everyone followed her laughing, although Marc had a pained expression on his face as his headache pulsed.

They ate dinner without much chatter. Marc noted with a, "Thank goodness," that the food that night was soup which didn't involve him chewing and making his painful headache worse.

At 9:45, Karen came into Megan's room where everyone was hanging out. "Alright kids, time for bed—except for Marc. I want him up for another hour just to be sure he doesn't fall asleep and not wake up. I need someone to volunteer to keep him up for me."

"I will!" Lacey and Lee volunteered at the same time, then fixed each other with a stare.

"You kids can both stay up with him," Karen replied with a smile. "The living room's open. Your father and I are going to bed. I want all of you kids in bed by 11:00, alright?"
Everyone gave her a tight smile and nodded with comments like: "Sure thing, mom!", "Yeah, no probs!", and "I'll make sure they're asleep by 11:00," from Lee.

The red-head boy led Marc and Lacey down the stairs and into the living room. The brunette plopped down on the orange sofa and yawned. She noticed Tony's comic book on the table and she picked it up and began to read a bit more enthusiastically than what seemed normal.

"So… what'cha guys wanna do?" Marc asked, looking at his friend and brother.

Lee scratched his chin. "Maybe we could play football outside!" He suggested, his blue eyes becoming passionate as he thought of his sports. "Oo! Or we could play soccer, or maybe even basketball? The driveway's hard enough to bounce it! And we could just get an old basket and cut a hole at the bottom and hang it on dad's ladder! That's how it was invented, right? I bet it works just as well as a real basket!" He began to babble on, taking Lacey's hand and trying to pull her outside with him.

She stepped back with a smile on her face, which made Lee happy. "Dude, it's night-time, Marc has a killer head-ache, and it's raining." She said, motioning out of a window to show that the rain was indeed pounding down onto the ground outside. Lee frowned and gave it a rest and she sat down and began to skim Tony's comic book again.

"I know," Lee's eyes lit up with again, but the light was different this time—it was almost kind of dangerous. "Why don't we play truth or dare?"

Lacey and Marc both laughed this time. "What am I, ten?" The girl scoffed. "And besides, it's kinda weird for a girl to play with two guys." The boys looked at her with looks of confusion and she sighed. "Never mind."

"Oh, come on!" Lee pleaded, glancing down at his watch and crossing his arms over his red shirt. "It's like 10:30. We've got fifteen minutes. That's enough time for each of us to do at least one dare."

The girl with the hazel eyes looked up at him dangerously and her brown hair fell into her face slightly. "Fine. One round." She growled before slamming the book shut and placing it back on the glass coffee table.

Lee pulled his fist down as if he were honking a semi's horn. "Yes! Ladies first," He glanced at Lacey pointedly.

She growled and looked up at the sky with an exasperated expression on her face, "Fine. Marc, truth or dare?"

Marc looked up, releasing his hand from his head, which was beginning to stop hurting. "Uh… truth."

"What did Jerry tell you guys when he asked to speak with you today?" She demanded, the amber in her eyes blazing liquid gold fire.

Lee's blue eyes widened. "Du-ude. I don't think we're s'posed to tell her that," He murmured to Marc in a sing-song voice.

"It's about her, so she has the right to know," Marc mumbled back. He turned his attention to the girl sitting across the way from him. "He said that WOOHP figured out you were an orphan, and-and that we were going to place you in the WOOHP adoption facility and that it would take care of all your wants and needs," He told her.

The girl slammed her fist down on the table, "Damn it!" She muttered under her breath. "Did he tell you about my mom?"

The boys nodded. "We weren't real clear on that though, could you… tell us more about you?" Lee asked hopefully.

She narrowed her eyes and gritted her teeth, and then she looked away. "No. And I'm not gonna go in some crappy orphanage. I'll run away like I always do," She gave Marc a meaningful look, remembering their conversation in the bathroom.

"You don't have to be The Runaway anymore," Lee reasoned. "If you stay in the WOOHP orphanage, they can find you a set of new parents, and then you can be happy again!"

"I don't want new parents," She muttered, "The ones I had were just fine."

Seeing that the conversation couldn't go much farther, Marc sighed. "Lee, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

Marc's face lit up as his intelligent mind thought about the funny dares he could get his brother to do for his own sweet revenge. "I dare you to go sing Somewhere Over the Rainbow in the rain outside."

Lee gaped. "What? No, I won't do it."

Marc began to laugh, "You have to! I'm not giving you options."

Lee looked to Lacey whose face had changed from a stone cold mask to one of amusement. "Help me out here?" He whispered to her.

She shook her head, "It's your dare, tough guy!"

Lee got up and stalked to the door, muttering something about geniuses and their stupid ideas. He opened the door and stomped out into the rain, not bothering to get an umbrella. He stood in the driveway with his arms spread wide as he began to circle around singing, "Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high! There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby!" In a horrible singing voice.

Lacey and Marc watched from the window, laughing hysterically.

The girl smiled at Marc. "Way to make my day, bro," She chuckled before turning her attention back to the fourteen year-old who was making a complete fool of himself outside.

AUTHOR NOTE

Okay, so I added a bit of the humorous side from my OC. The next chapter will probably be a little longer. PLEASE REVIEW! :)