“Come on! Wake up,” Jen’s pleading now, crying too, I can feel some stray tears runoff onto my face.
“I’m here Jen,” I whisper, blinking to get things into as much focus as they can go in this lighting. Wait I’m lying on my back on the ground, I thought I was leaning on the car when the band went off? Jen must pulled me out I guess.
“You’re alive!” Jen squeals like a kid on Christmas morning, and practically knocks me out again by suffocation of her hug she gives me when I sit back up. I pat her lightly on the back to calm her down, since the last time the band got me this bad I almost died. “You wouldn’t move, I thought you’d died!” she says sobbing again.
“Well I haven’t, and I won’t, not when I have you to protect,” I tell her when she looks up at me. “Hey, look, it’s the car!” I say pointing at and old sleek-built car where the Trans Am was supposedly parked.
Jen helps me up so I can get a better look at the car. It’s dusty that’s for sure, just because it’s been invisible for the past however many years, doesn’t mean it’s been immune to what the world throws at everything. It’s grey, atleast, it looks grey in the moonlight, can’t really tell right now, and it doesn’t really have a roof, just a strip of metal down the center from the top of the windshield frame to the only real piece of roof in the back. It also has two big openings on each side of the car for windows, and there’s some sorta design on the hood. I can’t quite make that out either since I’m still a little dazed from the shock of my still working band!
“How’d the device turn off? Nothing happened other than…wait a minute—do you think…” she goes on, traveling from one thought to a next, finding connections no one else would have normally seen in the events that just occurred.
“Mom took out something,” I say pulling up my sleeve a little to take a look at the band, and sure enough, there’s a small hole in the band where mom took out the knob…a hole I can see into, into the devices that make it function and even little currents of electricity bolting through it on occasion. “It’s open, it can shock anything with me now that the currents no longer contained to the band only,” I realizing what made the car reappear. “And I had the little hole facing the car surface, it must’ve fried the rest of the car!” I say getting irritated, because if it fried the invisible box on the car, it most likely did the same to the rest of it—crap! “Now how are we gonna get away from here?” I say turning away in my frustration, I end up kicking the stupid rock Jen jumped from, that itself was a stupid idea because now my foot hurts.
“No, look, the device was right where you had the band, look,” Jen’s on tip-toe leaning into the car to look at the inside of the door. I go over to see what she’s talking about, and I see. A little disc, attached to the door of the car, right where I had my wrist sitting before I got shocked. “Try hot wiring the car, maybe you only got the device and not the car,” Jen says looking at me. I can’t really bring myself to believe it right away, but we’ve gotta try.
I grab the door handle and lift it up, it’s unlocked, of course it is. I look in the dark front seat, and there’s something in the driver’s seat, it kinda’ looks like a little cat head. I reach in and bring it out into the moonlight to see what it is. It’s a keychain, a little head, like a cartoon cat that’s blue with a white face, a face with a goofy grin and a yellow star on its check. But connected to the weird little keychain…is a key.
“Well would ya looky here, looks like mom forgot to mention about some keys in the driver’s seat,” I say dangling the keys in front of Jen. She smiles at the little cat head and pokes it like it’ll actually react to her touch. “As fun as it would be to hot wire the car,” I say with a sigh, “Why don’t we give these babies a whirl?”
“Sounds good to me,” Jen replies, grinning just like the keychain cat. I smile back and slide into the driver’s seat. I put the key into the ignition like I’ve seen mom do with our old van back home, and turn them forward. There’s a bit of rattling in the engine, but it starts up with a loud roar, surprised that doesn’t give us away to any BLI that might be lurking about out here.
“It works!” Jen says thrusting her fists in the air.
“Now get in, that engine is bound to gives us away to anybody within a one mile radius,” I tell her closing the door and unlocking the other doors. Jen goes around, carrying the tool box I dropped, to the passenger door, opens it and climbs in next to me.
“Alright, open up the glove compartment, mom said the instructions were in there, all I remember is the stuff mom reminded me about,” I say looking at Jen who’s buckling up.
“Okay,” she replies. She leans forward and opens up the glove compartment while buckle my seat belt too, as I’m about to put the car in drive, I notice that Jen’s got more than just a note in her hands.
“What are those?!” I say pointing at the rayguns Jen has in her hands.
Part 14: http://www.mychemicalromance.com/blog/zone-specter/danger-days-part-14
