I jumped the last 3 steps and almost instantly blushed at the sight of the guys.
Frank was wearing a tight long sleeved black t-shirt, and black jeans, his hair swept to the side, his mouth spreading into a big grin when he saw me, from where he stood leaning against the door way.
Gerard was wearing his sunglasses, a yellow and black shirt and tight black jeans, my old leather jacket swung over his shoulders, his hair pushed back.
Mikey was wearing a crimson red muscles shirt and blue jeans.
Ray wore a simple black shirt and jeans and sunglasses. I couldn’t help it. They all looked so…hot! (“-_-)I blushed deeper as I slide my shades on, and pulled my gloves on.
“Whoa.” Gerard breathed. “Why are you all dressed up for?”
“These are my killjoy things. I have a feeling I’ll need them.” I cleared my throat. “You guys ready?” I asked, grinning. They nodded and I lead the way downstairs and outside into the warm June sun. I paused a moment, taking a deep breath.
“You’ve lived here your whole life, right Becki?” Gerard asked, stopping beside me.
“Almost. We moved here when I was 3, around the time- Hold on a second.” I stopped and ran straight at the fence, pulling myself over with practiced ease. As I rose from my crouch, I looked back at the guys, who stood their gaping in amazement.
“What?”
“How do you do that!?” Frank exclaimed, making me laugh.
“My dad was a martial artist/ gymnast/ Ex-Black ops. I just kinda inherited all of it from him, so I’ve been practicing it all for the past 6 years. I’m the 5 year winner of the Underground Black Snake Fight Club in Dallas.” I said, taking pride in my skills. “I can also play guitar and piano, sing, and draw. And, from what you guys told me, I’m a pretty good cook.” They gaped and I smiled, easily climbing back and balancing on the top. Frank looked embarresed, but reached up. I grabbed his wrist and hoisted him up. Mikey and Ray gave Gerard a boost, and Frank helped him down. I helped Mikey up, then Ray. When they were all safely on the ground, I stood on the fence.
“Be careful, Becki.” Gerard said, looking like any other overly worried dad. I giggled, but turned around, facing the factory. I closed my eyes, and began swaying with the wind. And I fell back.
“Becki!”Gerard called out, but I pushed his voice from my mind. I concentrated, and just when I felt the ground rushing up, I twisted, but instead on landing on the ground, I felt someone catch me. My eyes flew open, and I found Gerard’s face, his eyes were hard and his usual smile was gone.
“Becki! What the hell were you doing!?!?” He sounded pissed, and I cringed, squeezing my eyes shut. Fear rushed through me, just like it did when I was little. When daddy would come home drunk and smelly. And momma would hide me and the baby in the closet and-
“Becki?!” Gerard sounded scared, and I realized I was shaking violently and that I’d wrapped my arms around my shoulders and buried my face in my arms. Gerard lowered me to the ground, but my legs couldn’t support me, and I collapsed my mind the scared little 7 year old I used to be.
“Becki…?”Gerard…
“Beck! Becki! What’s wrong?” Frankie…
“She alright!?” Mikey…
“Hey. Becki? Becki??” Ray…
And I felt myself shaking and I tried to pull myself out, but the black was sucking at me.
“Becki? Baby girl, can you hear me? Becki?” Gerard said softly. Gerard’s voice…
And that broke it.
I gasped loudly, falling back into Frank’s arms. Breathing hard, I looked into the fearful faces of Ray, Frank, Mikey, and Gerard.
“I- I’m sorry guys.” I whispered, as I shakily stood up. “I-I’m okay now.”
“You sure?” Frank whispered, steadying me. I nodded, leaning on Gerard’s shoulder.
“We can go get stuff tomorrow if you want.” Mikey said, the others nodding in agreement.
“No. It won’t take long. 20-30 minutes tops. I’ll be fine.” I smiled, and Gerard smiled a little back.
"Okay. Lead the way Becki.” I nodded and started towards the back road to town. It’s a 15 minute walk, but we got to the gas station in one piece. Mr. Smith was standing out front, looking around. I smiled, and rushed forward.
“Uncle! Uncle!” I called, Mr. Smith turning in surprise.
“Becki! Oh thank god! I’d thought the Banshees had gotten you!” I stopped just in front of him, grinning.
“Nah. But they’re not around right now, right?” I looked around anxiously.
“No. So you came for your bike, right?”
I nodded.
“Well, it’s in the back.”
“Thanks Uncle. And where’s that big bus that was here last night?”
“In the back, too.” He seemed uneasy, and my intuition flamed.
He’s hiding something…
“Thanks Uncle!” I gave a big fake grin, turned and ran back to where the guys sat waiting. Gerard straightened up, and the others went on alert.
“What’s up?’’
“Our stuff’s in the back. But something’s not right. Uncle’s hiding something. So we’d better be careful.’’
“Alright.” Frank said, popping his neck and knuckles. “Let’s do this.”
“Lead the way, Beck.” Mikey said, grinning. I nodded and lead the way down a couple alleys’ to the back of the shop. There sat my baby and the guy’s bus. I smiled, but I got a bad feeling…
“Wait here guys. I’m gonna check it out.” They nodded reluctantly, and I crept forward. I made a break for my bike, and grabbed my small back pack. Then I made my way to the bus. I pried the door open, and looked inside. It was empty.
Then I heard Gerard yell out.
“Becki!! Banshees!!!!” I ran out of the bus as the Banshees charged the guys. Thinking quickly, I ran towards them and pushed them towards a smaller alley, pushing them back.
“Becki! What-?!” Gerard tried to say, but I covered his mouth.
“Don’t come out! No matter what! No matter what you hear! Not until they leave!” And with a sigh, I turned and faced the Banshees.
To be Continued.
*insert evil laugh*
