History had walked nearly 5 miles, carrying and dragging a severely injured Box behind her. She was thirsty, hungry, and ready to give up. Then, a red truck came up beside her.
"Oh my god! Is he okay?' The driver asked. She wore a blue patterned blouse with several rings on her fingers. She had a wide brimmed hat on, even though it was night.
"Please, he's going to die!" History lifted Box up into the truck, then got into the front seat. The young lady began driving in the direction she had been going.
"What happened to you two?" History thought for a split second.
"I'm Harper, and that's Bane," She pointed to Box in the back seat. "We got caught on some private property, and I think the person blew something up. The next thing I remember is waking up to see him hurt bad." The lady nodded.
"Let's get you two some help then." She drove down the road for twenty minutes, and pulled up in front of a hospital. History immediately became wary.
"Is this where we are stopping?" She asked.
"Yeah, I'm gonna get you guys help here." History noticed that the lady's eyes had turned all black. She carefully got Box out of the back. The lady then took Box and carried him into the hospital.
It was dimly lit in the hospital. It was also fairly disorganized. It looked as if no one had been in that building in years, and History was growing more and more suspicious.
"Wait here, I'll go find a nurse." The lady started walking off.
"Does this not scare you even a little?" History asked. The lady turned back, her eyes were definitely all black.
"Not even a little." She walked into the door and then out of sight. History sat in a chair next to Box, trying to wake him.
"Box, Box, wake up!" She yelled. He suddenly jerked a little and began to stir.
"History? What happened?" He was clearly shaken and had no idea what was going on.
"Box, we have to get outta here..." At that, two girls clad in all black walked. They were from the cult. Behind them was the girl.
"I knew it," History growled. "You're Foxes." Foxes laughed.
"Yeah, whatever you wanna say." One of the two girls pulled out a black tube, blew into it, and a little red dart hit Box in the neck. He immediately went still.
"Box?" History asked. She felt a sharp pain and saw part of a red feather out of the corner of her eye. She felt an extremely strong wave of sleepiness wash over her, sending her into a deep sleep.
"What do we do with them?" The lady with the blow dart tube asked. Foxes looked at them for a moment.
"Take the girl. Leave to boy. He'll die on his own." The two girls walked over to History, picked her up, and carried her out the door. Foxes stayed behind for a few minutes.
"And so the mighty fall." She walked out the same way the others had.
Mallord walked along the roadway, looking for here house. Her family was one of the few that hadn't joined the cult. She had walked nearly 11 miles from the burning sugar warehouse. She reached a clearing, and steadied herself on a tree. She looked up to see her house. Her baby blue house was right there. Mallord limped up to it.
She knocked on the white door. It was answered by her mother, a full blooded Mexican with long black hair.
"Maya!" She screamed. "Oh baby your back!" Mallards father walked over. At seeing his daughter who had been missing for 4 months, he broke down and wept.
"Chica. Oh baby, it's you." He hugged her long and hard. Then, when he finally broke the hug, he noticed the blood on her face.
"Baby, what happened?" He asked. Mallord smiled, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I'll tell you later. It's a long story. I could really use some food." Her mother began crying.
"Chica, I'll make anything you want. I just can't believe you back!" Mallord was escorted into her house by her parents, and greeted byer her 5 siblings. She was finally home.
Zany had walked only about 3 miles before she was stopped by a policeman.
"What the heck happened to you?" He asked, definitely surprised. Zany tried to speak, but her throat was to sore and parched. All she could get out was:
"Water." The officer quickly handed her a bottle of water.
"Sweetheart, what happened?" He asked.
"I can explain." A cool female voice answered. A girl with light skin, auburn hair, and blue eyes walked up. She wore a black tank top and black leather skirt. She grabbed Zany's shoulder. "This little brat nearly destroyed my car." The officer looked from Zany to the lady.
"If you want, I can take her..."
"That won't be necessary," The woman interrupted him. "I have an idea of suitable punishment." The officer nodded.
"Alright ma'am. I'll let you deal with her then." Zany looked from the lady to the officer, bewildered.
"No, you can't let me be taken by her!" She screamed. "She's gonna brainwash me. Help!" The officer got into his squad car and drove away.
"Geez, that kid's got problems."
Zany watched as the man drove away. The lady smiled cruelly.
"Now you can come with me." She dragged Zany over to a black van, and threw her in the back. She then got into the front and headed toward the NS compound by the burned down sugar factory.
In the back with Zany was History. Even though the two didn't know it, they were only inches apart.
Gamer was nearly to his Mallord house. He knew if he made it, he could get patched up and home. He was stopped by a lady in all black.
"Oh no." He groaned. The lady smiled.
"So, you're one of the White bitches?" She wore a short black dress and had wavy black hair.
"Why don't you shut up?" Gamer said. She laughed.
"Oh, I'm not going to do that. I'm simply here to put you out of your misery. Say goodbye."
"Goodbye?" Gamer asked. She pulled out a gun.
"Goodbye." She shot gamer in the heart and left his body on the side of the road. She walked a little ways, and then was picked up by a black van. She hopped into the passenger seat.
"I got him." She said. The driver smiled.
"And so it begins."
Tiger and Jargon were doing their absolute best to stay awake. Everything was a blur to them. They barely remembered what had happened over the last hours. As they walked, a white van pulled up.
"Are you boys okay?" The man asked. Tiger shook his head. The man smiled. "Hop in, I'll take you to the orphanage." The boys gladly hopped in. The driver handed them each a bottle of water and a granola bar, which they devoured extremely quickly.
"Wow, you were hungry." The driver laughed lightly. Tiger took a deep breath.
"Thank you."
"No problem. What are your names?"
"I'm Jamie, he's Travis." Jargon responded.
"Well boys," The man said. "You're in good hands."
"Boy are we thankful for that," Tiger whispered.
Pete walked through the woods, trying to find shelter. Everything was dark, and he was having trouble seeing. Nothing seemed right anymore. Out of nowhere, he ran smack dab into a sign that read:
You are now leaving California!
And, about 20 feet later, another that read:
You are now entering Nevada!
Pete kept walking, hunger and thirst nearly killing him. He walked for 1 hour, then 2, then 4, then 6. He finally collapsed about 5 miles from the state line. He fell into a deep, troubled sleep.
When he woke up, he was in a homeless shelter. A young girl, no older than 18 was wiping his forehead. She smiled as his eyes fluttered open.
"Oh! You're awake!" She smiled. Pete tried to get up, but he was too weak. "Stay down," The girl told him. "I'll help you."
"Where am I?" Pete asked.
"You're in a homeless shelter about 30 miles from the state line. Why do you ask?" She went the washcloth from a bowl near the leg of the bed.
"I gotta get outta here," He looked at her. "Who are you?" He asked.
"I'm Vanessa Cotton. Who are you?"
"Pete Wentz." Vanessa gasped.
"From Fall Out Boy? What are you doing here?" She asked, now surprisingly worried.
"Running from the cult." Vanessa nearly screamed.
"But that stuff isn't real." Pete shook his head.
"It is, and I'll tell you the whole story." Vanessa leaned in closer as he began to regale his adventure.
Andy walked past the 5th town he had seen. He had walked all night, and it was nearly dawn. He had to get as far away from that place as possible. As he walked, a blue Corvette pulled over. The driver rolled down the window, revealing Demi Lovato.
"Andy! What the hell are you doing out here?" She asked. Andy collapsed in her car.
"Help. The Youngblood chronicles... are real!" Demi got out and helped him into the corvet. As soon as she got him in, she sped off toward Anaheim California.
"Hold on Andy, we're almost there." She sped as fast as she could toward the city, hoping she wasn't too late to help him.
Joe looked over his shoulder. He had been running from Patrick for nearly 2 hours. Dodging through woods, neighborhoods, even stores that were open. But Patrick kept in hot pursuit.
Out of nowhere, a black van pulled up. One girl got out of the passenger side with a blow dart tube. Joe tried to backtrack but was blocked by Patrick.
"Damn it," He whispered. "This shit just got real." He felt the blow dart hit his neck, then everything go black.
"Good job." At this, Patrick returned to normal.
"What did I do?" He asked. He too was then blow darted. The driver of the van quickly got out and helped the other lady drag Patrick and Joe into the back of the van. They got back in, and turned around, heading back toward their hill base and the burned down sugar warehouse.
"Hill Base this is Eagle. We have not only Patrick, put Joe. Get another chamber ready, we already have 2 of the 4 band members."