"Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one-- the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts." --The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis
I gripped Java's hand tightly as the car started moving, closing my eyes. The vehicle moved in unexpected ways, causing my stomach to churn and flip like it was doing gymnastics. Java squeezed my hand and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
"It's alright Lyanna. We're free now. Soon we'll be out of this thing, and we can do whatever we want."
I relaxed, feeling reassured. I leaned my head on his shoulder, slowly drifting into a deep sleep.
Just another quack spoutingpsychobabble.
"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
Java tightened his arm around Lyanna's shoulders and leaned his head against hers. He was trying to stay calm throughout the whole thing, trying not to shout out every time the vehicle jerked and bounced. They were all crammed into the back of Ali's truck. Him, Lyanna, Kitty, Ever, Seth, Timmy. And Robert, one of the guys who had made Java's life hell. Part of Java wanted nothing more than to kick and punch the man until he bled. But that wouldn't do any good, it would just make Java feel worse in the end. And so he settled with watching him, marvelling at being in the higher position. For once in his life he was actually taking control, and it was brilliant.
"It is curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want."
Every time they hit a bump in the road, his chin struck the floor hard. He had to force himself not to yelp.
After a particularly painful jolt, he looked up to see Java staring at him. "I bet you're enjoying this," he grumbled.
"Yeah, I am."
Robert tested the ropes around his wrists and ankles for what felt like the millionth time. The original panic had faded, but he was still very anxious about his position.
"What's going to happen to me?"
"Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one-- the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts." --The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis
I heard myself be picked up, and I could smell the chemicals on his shirt, hear it move every time he did. The rumbling sound suddenly got louder, and I thought I was going to die, when it went away. I opened my eyes, looking around. We were all crammed into a small room. I noticed I was sitting on a sleeping Timmy's lap and I had to slam a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. He was too adorable! I resisted the urge to kiss him on the cheek, and settled for leaning back into him and closing my own eyes. Even with the bumps and jolts of the car....Had Ali called it a car? Well, despite all the uncomfortable movement, I felt myself relaxing, my breathing slowing, my eyes drooping...
And then nothing at all but the velvety darkness of sleep.
When Ali had returned and said to pile in the huge object that she had called a car, Ever was a little skeptical first, How is that thing going to hold all of us and move?
But everyone else seemed okay with it, so she got inside. She sat down a little ways away from Java and Lyanna, not wanting to intrude on them. Seth sat on her other side. When Tim came in carrying Kitty, Ever's eyes widened, Is everyone bonding that quickly?
Ever could not remember a time when she was close to anyone. Her first memory that she remembered was that of when she was first brought to the lab as a child. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, she hid her face so no one would see her weakness, the tears streaming down her face were saoking her clothing. She knew that she was being used as a weapon, but she hadn't wrapped her mind around it until now. What have I become?
Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole. -Dean, Supernatural
His question hung in the air, unanswered. Robert sighed and rested his head on the floor, trying to relax. There was no point looking at the others right now. He could feel Java's gaze on him like the heat of a spot-light.
Soon the truck pulled to a stop. He fidgeted nervously. Soon the back came open, and Ali's voice rang out.
"We're here."
"Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one-- the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts." --The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis
I was woken from my fidgety sleep by someone saying loudly "We're here!" I opened my eyes, stretching slightly, happily surprised to find myself on a still sleeping Timmy's lap. He was breathing softly, his head had fallen back on the headrest behind him, and his eyelids were flickering with the excitement of dreams. "Timmy," I whispered, tapping him on the nose. He didn't move. "Timmy..." I said a bit louder, pulling softly on his earlobe. He still didn't move. "For God's sake, Timmy, wake UP!" I said loudly, jumping a bit on his lap. He grumbled, still asleep, when his eyes popped open and his back went straight and stiff. "What?" He cried, eyes feverishly alarmed. I laughed, climbing off his lap. "Ali says we're...here." I tell him, frowning a bit at the end. I had no idea where "here" was. I jumped down from the high seat (the "car") we were in after the others. I looked around, gasping. "Timmy!" I yelled happily. "Timmy come see!"
I smiled as I watched a girl peak her head out curiously, a smile of delight spreading on her face.
"Timmy! Come see!" she exclaimed, scrambling back into the truck.
With her she brought out a young man, who squinted at the fading day light.
"Welcome to the outside world kids." I said.
The others curiously peered out of the truck, the same curious delight spreading on their faces. I laughed and motioned them off the truck.
"Come, I have a big old house for all of us." I said pointing to a lovely home.
It had a black sloped roof with large windows. It had a rickety porch and an overgrown garden. I smiled sadly at the sight of it. I hadn't come here in years, not since dad and mum were killed. It had remnants of the charm I remembered. I fiddled with my necklace, a key to the house of course. I stuck it into the lock and with a groan the door opened. I stepped inside to find everything as I remembered it, just dustier. I smiled and beckoned the children inside. They scurried in shyly and looked around in amazement.
"This was my home at some point, what's yours is mine now. Go find yourselves a room upstairs. You might find some clothing but I doubt it would fit you. Settle in, I'll be locking the door and going to buy you guys some clothes and some food." I said reassuringly.
They looked nervous but Christina nodded.
"Thanks for saving me by the way." she smiled at me.
I winked before heading out the door, locking it behind me. The drive was nerve-wracking, I pulled off the trucker uniform as I drove on the empty road. What was I going to do? I was barely older then any of these children, and they've never seen any of this before.
LATER
I opened the door to the house, it was late. The big bags on stuff in my arms varying from food to clothes and even some gifts I'd gotten thanks to my generous last paycheck. This would have to be the last time, because now that my job was over I would be getting anymore paychecks. I sighed, flicking the switch. The light flickered and died so I maneuvered in the dark. I flicked another switch which luckily worked. I smiled when I saw all of them gather on and around the couch, fast asleep. Twirling the key around my finger, I turned the light off and headed outside again. I threw open the back, to find Robert laying there. I wasn't sure if he was sleeping so I smacked the floor beside him.
"Wake up, time to get inside." I sneered.
He threw his head up, a pulled at his bindings again.
"Why the hell are you doing this Ali?" he spat at me.
"Because I need too. I had too Robert, I wasn't gonna let those kid sit and rot in their cells." I hissed.
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"Nothing is permanent in this wicked world - not even our troubles." ~ Charles Chaplin
"Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one-- the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts." --The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis
**Hey, Knightley, is it cool if Timmy and Java share a room? Figured it might be fun.**
Java - Flight and Invisibility
Java took the stairs two at a time, bolting up them and dragging Lyanna behind him. He was laughing as he ran, unable to wipe of the smile on his face. Right now he didn't care about the people who might be looking for them. He didn't care about his vulnerability in the world. He didn't care about anything apart from right here and right now. He was with Lyanna finally, he had people like him around him and Ali had not only saved them, but put them in a house.
He stopped in the hallway upstairs and stared at the row of doors in front of them. Lyanna stood at his side and Java wrapped his arm round her waist and pulled her close. Lyanna was the person here that he'd most like to share a room with, but he knew that it wouldn't be the most appropriate thing he could do. Besides, if they did then Timmy and Kitty might want to; Java didn't want to be a bad example to the younger kids in the gourp. Even if one younger kid was particularly annoying.
It looked like there were five bedrooms upstairs. One would be for Ali and the other would probably be for Robert. Java pressed his face into Lyanna's hair as he let out a huge yawn. "You want to go downstairs?" He murmured, "I'm so tired, I could sleep for a week." Lyanna laughed softly and the whole group migrated downstairs and piled onto the couch that was in the centre of the room.
Java leant his head against Lyanna's which was resting on his shoulder and fell asleep immediately, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
"It is curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want."
Timothy stared in wonder at the... wonders... that surrounded him. The house was incredibly large and dusty, both of which were completely new experiences for him, especially the latter. He was constantly sneezing from the ancient dust that was stirred by their movements, an they came in annoying sets of threes. "Achoo, achoo, achoo!" He blushed as yet another outbreak shook him Kitty looked at him curiously, which made him blush harder. To hide his embarrassment, he separated himself from the group and went to explore the... what was it? The "upstairs?"
He took the things one at a time, his arms spread out to touch the walls on either side for balance. They creaked and groaned loudly, and the sound set his teeth on edge. He wondered when the last time anyone had been in here. Awhile, he knew that for sure.
At the top of the landing, a dark hallway stretched out eerily, doors dotting its sides. He peered into the first room: a bedroom, judging from the bed in the corner. It was far bigger than he would have imagined, and looked nice to sleep in for a change. The blankets beckoned to him, but the prospect of sleeping anywhere in this house alone sent chills down his spine. At that thought, he was suddenly aware of every shadow, every groan as he moved back into the hallway. Every dark spot was suspect, every noise a threat. He turned his back to the hall, a brave move, he thought, and sprinted back down the stairs. At the bottom, relief flooded through him, and he slowed to a walk, trying to look like nothing was wrong.
He found the others in a cozy little room, huddled together for warmth. He looked around for Kitty, but she was off limits, apparently, because she was between Ever and the arm of the strange bed-thing that they were sitting on. Both of them were asleep. He looked around for another spot, but there were none available, not unless he felt like curling up on Java's lap, which he did not. He settled for a cramped corner, where he crouched down and curled his legs up around his chest his arms keeping them close. Before he knew it, darkness took him, spiraling him down into the world of dreams.
"You laugh at me because I'm different. I laugh at you because you're all the same."
"Seth!" she shouted as she ran into her brother's arms.
"Christina!" he shouted as he wrapped his arms around her. "You're safe."
"Thanks to Ali," she said.
Seth nodded. "Well go find yourself a room."
Christina smiled and ran up the stairs. A girl was standing next to another boy in the hall. She thought their names might have been Kitty and Tim. "Hey," Christina said to the girl. "Do you want to share a room?" she asked.
Kitty smiled. "Sure."
The two passed her and went downstairs. Christina wandered the hallway for a minute before going back down too. People were falling asleep on the couch, so she sat down on the floor nearby and was soon fast asleep as well.
Seth
Luckily he had been able to claim a room he could have all to himself. He wasn't in the mood to be making friends, or sharing things. It wasn't safe to trust anyone but Christina.
Ali returned with bags soon enough and Seth helped her carry things in. They were in a room with many cupboards, Ali had called it a kitchen, when he finally said anything to her.
"Thank you for saving my sister," he said.
"It was no problem," Ali said.
He turned to her. "No, you don't understand how much it means to me. She's all I have."
Ali stopped what she was doing and looked at him, smiling. "I wasn't about to leave anyone behind."
Seth took a few steps closer to her. He wanted to do something to show how grateful he was. He took another step closer and considered hugging her, but he couldn't. His face went red and he looked away. "Thank you, again." he mumbled before going back to where the others slept.
*hope thats okay about Christina and Kitty rooming together*
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