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Changing the Future

Rae's POV

The sound of Chloe slamming the door echoed in my ears. I stood starring at the entrance, willing it to open and for Chloe to walk back and listen to me and maybe even forgive me.

That, I knew, was too much to wish for.

A sarcastic round of applause caught everyone's attention. All eyes swivelled over to Tori, whose expression was a mixture of amusement and disbelieve.

"Wow," she said, repeating her early words. "I am impressed."

Bitter annoyance showed in my eyes. "What?"

"How someone manages to betray their friends, be forgiven, then betray them again, be forgiven and then betrays them once more is beyond me. I applaud you, I really do," she started her sarcastic clapping once again with a sarcastic look of admiration.

I narrowed my eyes at her and my hands were slowly beginning to heat up. "Stop it Tori," Chloe hissed at her. "You're making things worse."

"For who? Rae? Good, she doesn't deserve our sympathy anyway," spite was dripping off her tongue with every word.

I opened my mouth to shout back at Tori, even though she was right, but Andrew spoke up before I could. "Just sort it out," he sighed, shook his head and left up the stairs. I took that as to mean 'Just hurry up and leave'.

Leave? Where was I supposed to go? I can't go home unless Chloe finds O'Neil and completes the mission. And how can she complete the mission when I... Oh no.

I have the details of where O'Neil is; she can't find him without these details. Unless she memorised them, but Chloe was never really that sort of person, that was always Derek. Chloe's probably driving around in a blind rage, not knowing where she's going. I know she knows it's in New York, but she doesn't know where.

"Oh...no," I voiced out loud. "Oh, no, no, no, no. What am I going to do? What is she going to do?"

"What are you muttering?" Simon asked not too nicely.

"Chloe doesn't know where she's going and—." A thought pop right to the front of my mind. I shrugged off my bag, which was still quite dusty, un-zipped it and found two fully loaded glocks tucked safely away. "And she's unarmed," I finished weakly.

"You're joking?" Simon asked in disbelieve. I shook my head as an answer. "Great, just great, well done Rae!" Sarcasm also pouring out of his mouth.

"I-I didn't—c-couldn't of k-know—," I stuttered as bad as Chloe did when she was younger.

"Chloe would know where she was going and would be armed if you hadn't betrayed her!" Simon shouted. I was reminded of the time he shouted at me for ratting out Chloe to Edison Group the first time and when Chloe said Simon was even madder then herself because I betrayed them... again. "What is wrong with you?" He continued. "Is it some sort of weird compulsion you have to betray your friends? None of us would ever do that to you, so please, someone tell me why you keep doing that to us?"

I stood still, starring at him, waiting to see if he would start to shout again but apparently that was the wrong thing to do. "Well? Are you going to answer me?"

"You actually wanted an answer?" That was also the wrong thing to say because this seemed to have angered Simon and even Tori more. Like brother, like sister I guess.

"You're unbelievable," Tori shrieked, raising her hands in way I recognised as getting ready to hit someone with a spell. At the same time Simon muttered "That's it." And also raised his hands but they were both shoved back by Chloe.

"Enough!" She raised her voice and glared at them with her hands on her hips. The scene looked quite funny with small Chloe trying to look intimidating but I knew better than to laugh. "She didn't betray you guys this time, she betrayed me," I winced at her cold words but no one cared. Her voice softened, "calm down please. I'm mad too, more than you know but we need to think rationally." She turned her icy stare to me. "You want to be forgiven?"

I nodded mutely; I really wanted to be forgiven.

"She doesn't deserve it," Tori sang under her breath and I saw Simon nod along with her words. Chloe ignored her and continued to glare at me.

"You're going to find me, you're going to give me the details and the guns—both of them—you're going to ask for forgiveness, even though I won't give it to you but you're going to stick with me anyway and somehow prove to me that you're worth forgiving, okay?"

"But—."

"No 'buts' just do it," her glare intensified and I had to admit that at that moment I was slightly intimidated.

"If she's driving that car there's no way I'll be able to catch up."

"Yeah, that car is pretty awesome," Simon mused, forgetting he was angry for just a moment. "If you had one then you might be able to catch up."

If I had one... "I know what to do!"

"Good for you," Derek spoke for the first time in a fake cheery tone. What's with all the sarcasm today? "Now fix things," he glared all traces of sarcasm gone. Now that glare I was scared of. I took a step back from him and checked my bag. I had half the money Chloe had, so I had enough to get a very long bus ride.

I quickly zipped up my bag and hefted it back onto my shoulder. I rushed towards the door but looked back on the young Chloe, Derek, Simon and Tori. "I am sorry, please realise that. And you probably won't believe me but you're my family too." I took one more fleeting look at them and quickly closed the door on my way out before they could say anything else.

I hate bus journeys, especially long ones! They're cramped and the people on them are rude and some even disgusting. I've had drooling and crying babies screech in my ear, an old man coughing in my face and the weirdest one of all is the chicken that flew onto my lap and decided to leave a little present afterwards. A Chicken! What kind of bus has a chicken on it?

So this is Karma. I thanked whatever god there is when my stop finally came, although I kind of missed the bus after my hour and a half trek up to a very beaten up old house.

Crazy Dave's house was a dump if I ever saw one—on the outside that is but the inside is cool, especially his basement. I made my way up to his front door, the steps protesting my weight and knocked, scraping my knuckles on his rough wooden door. It opened a centimetre and a eye the size of a marble peered out.

"What? What do you want? Whatever you're selling, I ain't buying," he made to close the door but I put my foot between the door. "What is it with people and putting their foot between my door these day?"

"I need your help—."

"Don't they all," he sighed to himself. He eyes me up and down critically. "Who do you work for? The government? The secret service?" I rolled my eyes, he says the same thing to everyone the first time he meets someone new.

"No, I don't, but we have something in common: the Edison Group."

"Oh, for the love of jelly tots and jam!" He shouted.

"Jelly tots and Jam?"

"No, no, no, no! Sorry, can't help you, wrong number, wrong house, wrong state, wrong country—"

"Stop! Please, it's important."

He sighed, nodded slightly and I moved my foot. The sound of locks and bolts being slid out the door could be heard from the other side. "That's what the other one said," Dave said once he opened the door completely. The tall figure of Crazy Dave looked down at me with wide, suspicious eyes. The wild grey hair sticking up everywhere made him look even taller and more crazy.

"The other one? Chloe, right?"

He waved a dismissive hand. "I didn't know her name," he said like 'why would anyone know her name?' "Come in, come in, you never know who's out there, do you?"

"Mmm," I replied as I looked around his house, cluttered as ever.

"Don't touch any of my things they're—"

"Yours, yeah I know. Listen I need a car."

"Ooo," he sang. "No pleasantries with you, are there? Well no, you cannot have one of my cars," he crossed his arms and shook his head like a child.

"What? You gave Chloe one, that's not fair!"

"Chloe, Chloe..." he mused. "The Angel with the potty mouth?"

My curiosity got the better of me. "Potty mouth? What did she say?"

"Sod!" He said like it was the most scandalizing word ever. "The nerve of her, I tell you..."

"Right... Anywho... Please, I need this car! I'm running out of time. She's trying to stop O'Neil but she can't do that without me."

"So, you're from the future too? Interesting, interesting," he stroked his imaginary beard. "Okay!" He exclaimed, making me jump.

"You'll give me a car," I asked warily. Crazy Dave really is crazy.

"Yeah, if Curls get Angel to stop O'Neil then Dave gets both his cars back!"

"Who the hell is Curls and why are talking about yourself in the third person?"

"You're curls," the extra 'obviously' clear in his tone.

"My name's—"

"No! Don't tell me Curls, I don't want to know about the future," he said as he walked out of his study, through the kitchen and into his garage. As we entered he swept his arm out in a dramatic gesture. "Pick a car any car."

Three cars, one red, one blue and one yellow with flames on the side and three exhaust pipes sat in the garage. Chloe's one was green, like Derek's eyes, and had flames on the side. I liked the red one; it reminded me of fire, my power.

"Can I have the red one?" I ask, excited now.

"Red one it is then," he took a key off the wall where there was a empty peg and threw me the keys. He furrowed his brow and a look of confusion crossed his face. "I have Déjà Vu."

I would have answered but I was too busy running round to my car. "Don't crash it!" He shouted as I revved the engine.

"I won't," I called out the window as I backed out the garage. "Thanks Dave!"

"Just finish what you started!" He called back waving like a mad man.

"I will!" I promised, not only to him but to me, to everyone.

Well that's the chapter... I thought I'd do a little Rae chapter this time because we don't really hear enough of her, you know? I hoped you enjoyed this chapter, it's slightly short so please forgive me..x Also make me smile with a Review? Pretty Please? Until next time... xx
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