Hello! This time I managed to write this much faster then the others, but of course it isn't very long. Thank you; Foxy121(Don't worry I'm not planning on killing anybody:D), NancyAustin, max2013, and a special thanks to Baltimore Raven for helping me out with those writing tips. I hope you enjoy and remember to review please!
DISCLAIMER:I own nothing but Chet's ring tone and any people you don't recognize.
Chet Morton parked his father's old pick-up in the Morton's driveway and unbuckled his seat belt. He was just about to open the car door when his phone started ringing,"You took away my pride and joy..." Reaching under the seat to grab it he groaned in frustration when he accidentally knocked over a half-empty can of...he didn't even want to think what it was. Finally managing to find his iPhone he stopped it's annoying ring tone and put the phone to his ear.
"Chet! Have you found him yet?" Chet rolled his eyes.
" Iola, Frank told me he's sick in bed and I'm in the driveway so I'll see you in a minute." Hanging up on his sister, Chet pushed open the door and winced as almost immediately he was pelted by the pouring rain. Pulling his hood over his head Chet made a mad dash towards the house and surprisingly the door swung right open, *CRACK!* A large bolt of lighting hit the earth just as Chet reached the front door.
"Chester! What were you doing out in the storm?" His mother asked standing in the doorway with her hands stationed on her hips, Iola stood behind her looking for any sign of Joe Hardy. Chet glared at his sister.
"Iola wanted me see to why Joe didn't show for their newspaper report project thingy." He answered and his mother sighed.
"You could have just called Frank or Fenton and Laura." Iola shook her head.
"No mom I tried, they wouldn't pick up either!"Mrs. Morton sighed again and looked at her children. Then finally she spoke again;
"Okay, Iola next time just-"
"Chet, Iola, Brooke c'mon let's get our stuff together and head down towards the basement. Mr. Morton interrupted his wife as he came into the foyer."We have a category 3 hurricane coming our way, Iola please get the radio." Iola felt her throat tighten, quickly she gave her father a nod and shot her brother a worried look before dashing towards the supply closet to get their emergency radio.
Ughhh...something wet was clinging to his face, something was buzzing near his head as well. Joe tried to make the buzzing stop but his arm's wouldn't move and the buzzing only increased. He was cold, too cold. And his body felt too stiff and sore...just five more minutes Frank please. School wasn't that important, wait a minute. He wasn't in bed he was...the buzzing was starting to sound more like someone actually talking now and Joe opened his eyes to see who it was. An angel, bright blond hair streaming behind a beautiful face. She looked worried and then Joe could finally understand what she was saying.
"Please, we need to move! Can you hear me? I said we need to move." She spoke and Joe focused on what she was saying, people tend to repeat themselves when they think nobody has heard them and the angel certainly did repeat her sentence. Joe opened his mouth to speak and suddenly it all came back to him; His parents angry, leaving the house, arriving at the edge of the cliff, then the cry for help...everything else was kinda a blur.
"I can-I can hea-"
"Oh great do you think you can stand?" She interrupted and quickly held her hand out towards his. Joe was finding it much easier to think now but he still couldn't figure out why she wanted to leave so badly. Hesitantly slipping his wrist in her arm he groaned and made an effort to stand up. His knees buckled and Joe fell back down against the sand. Wait, how did he get on the beach? The last thing he remembered was being on the wrecked boat and...
"How did I get here?" He asked wincing at the pain speaking caused him. Taking a deep breath she ran a hand through her hair and quickly glanced behind her as if anticipating something.
"I had to drag you here." She answered and then without waiting for him to speak she spoke again. "No, I can't do it again you need to stand up now." Joe nodded and took her outstretched arm. Standing shakily to his feet he hurried to keep up to the angel and more then once he had to stop to regain his balance. "Joe! Hurry up!" She angrily shouted from where she was standing and Joe stared at her in shock and disbelief.
"How do you know my name?" He shouted back at her, biting her lip she waved her hands wildly to motion him forward.
"I'll explain later, you need to trust me and come with me!" She answered, Joe studied her expression for a second before dashing off to catch up with her.
Meanwhile lying at the bottom of the sea sat a Smart Phone. If it had been working there would have been one missed call from the phone owner's father. But no, the phone wasn't working and the important call wasn't going to be heard.