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I glare out the window. Mitch glares ahead as she drives. Silas glares at me. Everyone's in a glaring mood. Well, actually, Mitch is the only one in a glaring mood. Silas and I are in a knock-out-eachothers'-lights mood. But we have to settle for glaring.
You could hear a pin drop. Which is odd, when you have Aya and Charlie around. They're usually pretty big talkers. Alina, not so much.
I glance at Mitch. She glances at me her face softens, and she gives a little smile. I feel like fireworks are going off inside me. But it's only for a moment. She looks back at the road, and hardens again.
"Having Billy here makes me miss Brett," Silas says.
"It' that what your name's really short for?" Charlie asks, "It's not Bilbo but Billy?"
"I hate the name Billy," I say, "And my name's not Billy or Bilbo. It's Bill. What do you people not understand about that?"
"Maybe we should just call 'im Bretty," Silas says, a snicker on his face. Mitch screeches to a halt. We all look at her in surprise.
"He is NOTHING like Brett," Mitch says icily.
"He's EXACTLY like Brett," Silas says, in the same icy tone, "I bet he even fights like him." Alina murmurs something from the back. I catch the words, "find out." Everyone ignores whatever it was.
"Doubtful, Si. I can't think of a single way that he's like Brett," Mitch says, "besides the fact that he annoys you, and a lone snowflake could find some way to annoy you."
"Silas?" Alina says.
"He's self-centered," Silas says, "He's pathetic, he's lazy, he can't watch, he-"
"Talks about people in third person when they're sitting right in front of him," I say.
"Don't start with me, Brett-Boy," Silas says. I return his gaze unwaveringly, challenging. I'm about to reply, when Aya helps Alina out.
"Guys!" she yells.
"What?" Mitch says, sounding ready to punch someone. Alina points out the back window. a familiar, beat-up, dark grey bus is pulled up behind us. It's Them.
"How good are you fighting one on one?" Mitch asks Charlie. Charlie just looks scared.
"Can you shoot a gun?" Mitch asks. As if in answer, They open fire. We all hit the ground as the back window shatters.
"Everyone out!" Mitch says. She doesn't have to say it twice.
Mitch is among Them before I've gotten my seat belt off. It's a terrifying beauty, to watch her fight. They all try to converge on her, but They don't try to shoot her, in case They hit one of Their own, she moves so fast. She keeps on her toes, always moving, always alert. She elbows one in the ribs, then grabs another's head and smashes it with all her strenth on her knee. Another guy comes at her from behind, but she twists and grabs his arm and twists in behind his back, kind of like she did with Silas the day we fought.
Silas joins her now, punching a girl who was about to hit Mitch from behind. I guess manners don't matter when people are trying to kill you.
"Hey," Silas says, as he punches someone in the gut, "Bilbo... fight!" I run over. I'm not as great as Mitch or Silas, but I get the job done. I see Mitch throw a gun towards the younger kids who are waiting by the van. Alina grabs it and starts taking extremely careful aim, making sure she doesn't hit one of us. For a second, I question the saneness of giving guns to little kids, but then I have a fist whizzing towards my head, and I have to get out of the way.
I'm about to block another dude's kick, but suddenly he has an odd expression, and drops to the ground. Charlie's standing behind him.
"What did you do?" I ask Charlie. I'd never known Charlie to be violent. It scared me that the guy on the ground wasn't moving.
"Pressure points," Charlie says, "He's still alive."
"Behind you!" Mitch shouts. Charlie and I duck and roll. I look up, but there's no one behind me. I hear a stream of curses, and see Silas pummeling someone while hopping on one foot. The sight is as hilarious as it sounds. I make a mental note to laugh about that later.
Strong arms come from behind and start choking me. I kick the guy in the shins. The person lets go, and I spin around to see that it's the girl I saw earlier at the river. She sweeps my leg out from under her. She aims her gun. I start rolling.
Bang!
I get out of the way just in time and jump to my feet. I punch the girl as hard as I can. The girl grabs my wrist before it reaches her. Still holding my wrist, she gets behind me. Forcing me to my knees, she dislocates my shoulder. She leans over me to see my face. I utter a wordless scream. She stares at me with those cold, dark eyes in that pale face. Her eyes are expressionless, but her mouth is curled in a sick smile, as if she enjoys watching me suffer. I wonder for a second if she's entirely human.
"Kira!" someone shouts. She's gone. I gratefully black out.
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