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Chapter Seventeen: 'Cause I Have All These Dreams.Jordan's POV
Chapter Seventeen: 'Cause I Have All These Dreams...
He is in a field. It's not flowery, sparkly, or spectacular in any way. It's just a simple green field. There are no trees, animals, or clouds. Just grass and sun.
He has been walking in this field for a long time. He lost track of how long.
His feet leave no imprint in the grass. It's as if he is some sort of ghost, leaving no traces of his presence in this ongoing stretch of consistency.
He sniffs the air. The field smells like it should: green, fresh, and plain. No sweetness teases his nostrils. He growls in frustration. The sound is forgotten as soon as it fades. He is insignificant. Nothing about him matters.
A tear runs down his cheek. He wants to matter. He wants someone else to come. He wants a change, any change.
Chapter Sixteen: LaceyBelle's POV
Chapter Sixteen: Lacey
Belle pulled out her mirror from her compact bag, and applied a fresh coat of Lip Smacker Blackberry Ice Gloss, touched up her mascara and pulled her dark brown hair back in a high ponytail, leaving her bangs out. For a thirteen year old, she looked about fifteen. People told her that on a daily basis. Putting her stuff back in her bag, Belle looked over at Jordan. He looked focused, but sad. She hated to see him like this. Belle was incredibly empathetic, and she could tell what Jordan was feeling.
"Stop the car." Belle said.
"No Belle. We need to keep going, we're almost there."
"STOP THE CAR RIGHT NOW JORDAN STRYKER, OR I SWEAR, THIS CAR WILL FALL OF THAT CLIFF, AND YOU WILL DIE A PAINFUL DEATH AND UNIT RED WON'T BE ABLE TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. NOW PULL OVER!" Belle's voice was really loud. People in New Zealand probably heard it; so rather then get his car p
Chapter Fifteen: There Tracking Me.Astrid's POV
Chapter Fifteen: There Tracking Me.
Sighing, Astrid packed a bag for her journey. It consisted of a First-Aid kit, fresh clothes, a full water bottle, some food and cash, Astrid headed out the door. Before she had left thou, she had showered, eaten and changed her clothes & bandages. She felt fine as she walked out the door and headed through the forest. She had taken her mothers hiking boots, and some faded grey, skinny track-pants. She had a tight, indigo top and a black cargo jacket. She had chosen clothing with lots of pockets, so that she had easy access to food, First-Aid and water. She was calming breathing, as she continued to climb.
She was completely okay... Calm, relaxed and careful. Then, the familiar sound of lightning stuck around her. The harsh feeling of rain started to soak her skin. Quickly taking off her pack, and pulling out a rain coat, Astrid wrapped herself in a warm coat of dryness and continued to walk.
Chapter Fourteen: Well, She's Been Here . . .Jordan's POV
Chapter Fourteen: Well, She's Been Here . . .
"Jordan! There it is!" Belle yelled, pointing to a graveyard. The car swerved to a stop, and sharply turned into the drive.
"Thanks Belle." Jordan said, as the car stopped outside the front. Belle quickly got out as she ran out of sight. Jordan raced out behind her. It was always hard to keep up with that hyper active girl. She made Jordan want to laugh when he wanted to cry. She just made everything seem okay. If the world was ending, she would be the one running round laughing and smiling. "She's not here, Jordan!" Belle's warm voice echoed around his head, interrupting his thoughts. Jordan started to run again, and saw her sticking her head out of the door of the tomb. "Well, she's been here."
"How do you know?"
"One, the door is open. Two Astrid key is here. And this is Astrid's jacket, is it not?" She said coming out, holding a black
Chapter Thirteen: I Am Home. . .Astrid's POV
Chapter Thirteen: I Am Home. . .
Here she is, home. Astrid Hart is now at Esther Ship's former home. Astrid leaned against the door, as carefully pushed it open. Brushing some sweaty locks of hair away from her eyes. As she carefully stumbled in the house and collapsed on the floor. Taking several deep breaths she pushed herself of the ground and walked over to the medicine cabinet. Grabbing her First-Aid kit she pulled out the anesthetic. Coating it on her hands, leg, knees, blistered foot and on a cut on her face. Grabbing some Anti-Bruise cream and rubbing it on her hip. Carefully wrapping a bandages, around her leg and her knees Astrid took a deep breath and trying to ignore the stinging in her leg. Placing gauze on her hands, Astrid replaced the bag in the cabinet and got herself a drink.
The last time she was here, she was lying on the floor being beaten by her father. She remembered Shelby and mom calling her name. Her
Chapter Twelve: Not Close Enough. Not YetJordan's POV
Chapter Twelve: Not Close Enough. Not Yet.
"That's how she planned to stay. But Aria Smith was part of her. Jordan, are we ever going to get there?" Belle said, she finished reciting the second chapter of Blind Fours. "Well? Are we, or are we going on some endless journey away from Unit Red?" Belle was constantly full of questions. She was only thirteen. But Belle hadn't had a normal childhood. Growing up, she almost never saw her parents. She once had a younger sister named Raven, who had committed suicide. In the note that Raven left, it said that Belle, or as she had been known Lacey, was the only one that was allowed to cry. After that, Lacey had never forgotten anything. Her mother divorced her father, and then had moved away. Joining the fire department, Lacey stayed at home. After that incident with Unit Red, Lacey joined with her mother and became Belle Stealfox. Belle was so different to how she had been. She had been little shy one. Kind,
Chapter Eleven: I Am Almost Home. . .Astrid's POV
Chapter Eleven: I Am Almost Home. . .
'Just keep running, your almost there. You can do it Astrid. You are strong. You aren't Esther. You can do this.' Astrid though. But there was a voice inside her head that was telling her other wise. 'Astrid Hart, ha! You ran away from everything. You don't deserve happiness, you deserve to rot along side your father!'
Her knees buckled, and she fell to the cold ground. Tears streamed down her face, as she attempted to get back up before Unit Red found her. She was bruised, bloody, battered and . . . Broken. Glancing up at the blue sky, she saw the familiar house. Ship Manor. Getting up, Astrid limped her way over to the drive, and stumbled up the gravel drive way. Heading home.
I Am Almost Home. . .
Chapter Ten: Are We There Yet?Belle's POV
Chapter Ten: Are We There Yet?
"Jordan, are we there yet?" Belle moaned. Jordan rolled his eyes and carefully pushed Belle. "Hey! That hurt!" She said rubbing her arm. She grabbed a copy of 'Proper Care and Feeding For Your Zombies' from the floor and started her read. Her dark maroon eyes scanned the pages, as she carefully flicked them, seconds at a time. Belle had a rare gift. She had an eidetic memory, and when she read the words turned to liquid, so they stuck in her mind. Jordan found it amazing that she could read like that. But this was Belle. She was unique.
"Are we there now?" Belle said.
"We get there when we get there." Jordan said grumpily. Belle was bored easily.
"Fine, can I read to you?" Belle said. "Please?"
"Anyone from the Ace-Brook public library. I remember them all." Belle grinned. "Choose one."
Chapter Nine: My Mind Likes To Hurt Me.Astrid's POV
Chapter Nine: My Mind Likes To Hurt Me.
'Just keeping running. . .' Astrid said to herself. 'Don't think about them.'
"Who's them? You mean Belle and Kate Stealfox? Angel? And of course, Jordan Stryker. Your fiancé?" Her mind said.
'Shut up! I don't care about them!'
"Really Astrid? Your little sister Belle? Your mommy Kate? Uncle Angel and your precious Jordan?"
'I don't care about them! They are just co-workers. Nothing more, nothing less.'
"Honestly Astrid. You love Jordan, your engaged! Belle is your favourite little sister, you do care about here. The way that you care about Shelby. Kate, she even kinder Martha. Just like your mother... Angel, your favourite uncle. He's more loving then your father, by a long shot."
"You can't even put walls up to protect yourself
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