The Escape Plan

[II Hired Gun II]

It was all happening so fast and there came the bees. Denver could hear the buzzing of bees in his head when he got nervous, scared or overwhelmed. He tried brushing it off, but nothing helped. "Ouch." He heard Alex mutter, not realizing how hard he was squeezing her. "Look at that!" She said. Denver looked in the same direction. It was the nightguard across the street, lifting a black hood over her head. It looked more like a modern dracula cape that fell past her knees. Barely noticeable, hid a dog collar around her neck, as well.

"Maybe she is going to a rave?" Denver said. Alex raised up. "No. That's not it. Do you think she followed us here?" "Don't be rediculous. It's just a..." "The last time you said it was a coincidence, you ended up getting into trouble. Do you recall the last detention you had?" Denver lowered his head. "Don't remind me." Alex watched as an old couple passed the window, blocking their view of the nightguard. Then, she was gone. Alex felt her blood pressure raise. "Something isn't right Denver."

[iDenver23]

"Something isn't right about that night guard." I said, hugging Alex tightly. I scanned the area, desperately searching for that creepy night guard. One second, she was across the street. Then the next thing I knew, she was leaning on the tree that stood a few feet from the ice cream shop.
"What the-?"
"Surprised to see me?" said a voice behind me. I spun around and came face to face with the night guard. I blinked and she disappeared.

[Fira Dragonsclaw]

"What?" I said, as Denver spun around. I was still in his arms, so I was forced to turn with him. There was nothing there, but Denver acted like he had seen a ghost. I kissed his cheek and led him from the shop. "It's okay, it's okay." I muttered. We were almost to his house when an all-too-familiar voice reached my ears.

"Alex!" Ben snapped. I turned to face him.

"What?" Ben glared at Denver as I said this, and I realized that his arm was still around me. I blushed furiously and turned, ready to run with Denver into his house. A strong hand on my shoulder made me stop.

"Picking up my tablescraps, Dimwit?"

"It's Denver," I corrected softly.

"Don't tell me what to call him!" Ben yelled in my ear. His fist hit my head before I could see it. I staggered back as he drew his arm back again. He didn't punch me again. Instead, he kicked my stomach, making me fall, the wind fleeing my lungs. I tried to catch my breath, but he hit my chest. I screamed, but it got caught in my throat. Ben pulled me to my feet and took a switchblade from his pocket. He flicked it open and sliced my arm from shoulder to elbow. I gasped, and he stabbed the knife to the handle into my shoulder. I screamed and wondered where the hell Denver was and why he wasn't trying to help.

I braced myself for another stab or slash, hoping it wouldn't be fatal, when she found Ben's face close to hers.

"Glad to see you moved on so fast," he hissed sarcastically. I wanted to shove him away, but I couldn't. He kissed me, gripping my shoulders so I couldn't hit him. I wanted to hit him so badly. He broke the kiss after a while, and I yelled,

"Do my lips taste as good as every other girl you've kissed? Am I any different than the girls you CHEATED with?!" That seemed to hit him, so I took his knife and shoved him to the ground. I looked around, but Denver was nowhere in sight. Instead, I saw the security guard from the museum getting into a black car, with darkly tinted windows.

Odd... I thought. I took a step to check if Denver was in his house, but Ben grabbed my ankle and pulled me to the ground. He pinned me down, and I glared. He smiled cruelly and kissed me again. I squirmed, trying to make him let me go, but he only laughed.

Just then, a man burst from Denver's house, a handgun in his hands. He glared at us. I noticed a girl was standing in the doorway, scared.

"You two kids better get outta here. Get a room if you're gunna ******** each other!" I cringed at the profanity, but I was grateful for him stepping in. Ben got to his feet, and I quickly stood, running behind the man. The girl beckoned to me, and I ran to the doorway. She hugged me tightly as Ben and the man cussed each other out. A shot rang out, and Ben ran. I smiled at his cowardice, and wished the man had killed him.

"Come inside, sweetie," the girl said softly. She led me inside and sat me down on the couch. The man came inside as well, setting his gun on the coffee table.

"Thank you, Julie," he muttered, "For informing me of this. And you," he pointed at me, "Who are you?"

"Alex Jimenez, sir," I muttered.

"I see. You're that girl... you were adopted because your dad..."

"Daddy, I doubt she'd want you to bring that up," Julie interrupted. I was grateful she did. I hated the reason for my adoption, and I hated it being mentioned. And I hated the idea of Ben doing anything similar. I shuddered.

"Alex, why don't you stay here for a bit. At least until we get this matter settled down. You can call your dad if you want. He's a teacher, isn't he?"

"Yes, sir. Both my parents are teachers."

"That boy go to school with ya?"

"Yes, sir."

"I'd suggest not going back to school," Julie said. I liked Julie's voice. It was sweet and kind, not like the man's rough bark. "Was Denver with you?"

"He was, but I think he went inside."

"He didn't," the man barked, "If he's not back in a few days, I'll file a missing person report."

I nodded, and Julie led me upstairs to a spare room.

"You can borrow my clothes, we have spare toothbrushes, and all that stuff. If you want books, I have some or I can get them from the library, and I'd suggest not leaving the house, for your safety." Julie spoke quickly before handing me a cell phone. "Call your parents. I'm sure they're worried."

I reluctantly dialed their number and waited for my dad's voice.

"Alex, where are you?" My dad asked.

"At Denver's house."

"With Denver?"

"No, Denver's gone."

"Why are you there?"

"Ben tried to rape me."

"HONEY!" he yelled, "Are you okay?!"

"Yeah. Denver's dad helped me."

"Thank goodness! Tell him that I'm in his debt."

"He's letting me stay here."

"Want me to bring you anything?"

"No, and I broke up with Ben."

"Good. I've never liked that boy."

"Then why'd you let me date him?"

"It was your choice."

"Oh."

"Yeah, anyways."

"I won't be able to go to school."

"I know. And I'll make sure Ben gets punished."

"Thanks."

"No problem. I'm just doing my job as a dad."

"Thanks, Daddy!"

"Love you."

"Love you, too!"

"Bye."

"Bye."

"Mwah. That was from your mother."

I chuckled and ended the call. I put the phone on the dresser and laid down on the bed. I closed my eyes and tried to forget everything. I entered my own world, like I often had.

I saw fairies and birds of paradise, both singing the sweetest song ever. I saw golden sunlight, filtered through green leaves. I was laying in grass, and Denver was walking on sunshine. I smiled and he smiled back.

"Your dad saved me," I said.

"Cool," he said, "You'd better wake up, it's almost dinnertime."

"Where are you?"

"I don't really know."

"How'd you get into my world?"

"I don't know. Now, wake up." I did as Denver said, and found that the sun had set. How long had I been asleep? I didn't know. A small knock came at the door.

"Dinner," Julie sang. I got up and walked downstairs. Turned out dinner was lasagna and Sprite. I smiled and dished out the pasta. I sat down across from Denver's dad.

"Hope you like my cooking," he said, "I decided to give Julie the night off, since I'm sober enough to cook." He looked uncomfortable, like he didn't know what to say. I'd heard Denver describe him as a drunk, but he looked fine with a can of Sprite. He didn't seem to be an alcoholic, but then again, Ben once seemed like a nice boy. I stopped thinking and began to eat, sending a silent prayer of thanks to God.

The lasagna was good, the best I'd ever had. Not even my mother could make better food.

"You're a good cook," I commented when I was done eating.

"Thank you," Denver's dad said, "By the way, my name's Phil."

"Phil. That's a nice name."

"Thank you."

"Alex, why don't you go upstairs for a bit? You can try on some of my clothes. You can borrow anything in my closet, except my picture of Taylor Lautner." I chuckled, and she did too. I ran upstairs to try on clothes as Julie and Phil began washing dishes, talking in low tones.

(Sorry it's so long!)

[II Hired Gun II]

"What do you suppose that was all about?" Phil asked. Julie looked out the small window in the kitchen, to the porch swing that reminisced about the past. So many fond memories. "Young love." She said plainly. "It's not exactly substantial in the real world." She replied. Phil rummaged through the cabinets over the stove. "God damn it." Julie raised her eye brow. He wandered into the study and reached up in the shaft of the fire place and returned with a bottle of red wine in his hand.

"Do me a favor, jewel mine. Have a drink with your old man." Julie raised herself up on the counter and reached for one of the cabinets. "Oh don't worry about the glasses." "Dad, are you insisting I drink straight from the bottle?" He put the bottle next to her and waved a finger in front of her face. "Don't sass me." He walked back to his study. The sound of an old drawer on its wheel reached her ears. Then it closed.

He had now a wooden box that she recognized. "What's the occassion?" She asked. "What? I can't celebrate that my little girl has finally come home? Although, I would have preferred you had a man on your arm and a kid on your hip." She smiled and helped him pry the dusty box open with a butter knife.

"Mother really did admire her crystal." Phil lifted two Cordial Glasses out of the box. Pouring the wine, Julie sat quietly. "A toast. To my little girl." The glasses rang out and they both took a sip. The old grandfather clock in the front room chimed seven times. "Ah well it's that time already?" He said uninterested. Julie caught a glimpse of him crossing his eyes. "Another phone conference with the precinct in Miami, Florida. Something about a serial killer." He gulped the last drop in his glass. "You'd better hide those Lucky Charms." He poked her on the nose.

Julie smiled again. She hopped down from the counter and took the wine bottle. "Oh." He said, taking it from her and pouring more into his glass. "I refuse to be sober during this call. They are all just a bunch of winey asses." He sauntered over to his study, then turned back to her. "Keep Denver's girlfriend quiet. You know how I hate noise when I'm trying to work." Julie pointed to the wine bottle in his left hand. "That's my girl. Keeping your old man straight." He closed the double doors of his study and closed the blinds.

Julie looked at her reflection in the glass, after she finished polishing it. Placing it back in the box. She moved across the floor boards and past the front door. She stopped. Turning on her heel, she moved towards the door. Taking hold of the cold handle, a small yank and the door was open. The light post welcomed her into the night air, as she stepped over the thresh hold.

She stood there a short while and looked over at the porch swing. She walked over and sat down. The neighborhood was quiet, with the acception of a passing fire truck. She felt the familiar wood of the swing and the smell of mother's lillies. "Ouch!"

"Oh honey. You got a splinter again. How many times have I told you not to run your hand across the swing?" "Sorry mommy." Julie's hair was in two braids instead of one, tied with white bows. Her yellow summer dress, draped over her childish body. Mother's beloved water fountain graced the middle of the yard as the birds sang with relief. Drinking the sparkling water and paying no attention to the small girl that silently observed them.

“Why won’t you let your bird out of the cage mommy?” She looked over at the wooden cage hanging from the ceiling in the living room. “Julie, that birdie is for mommy’s research. I don’t want to lose it.” Julie pouted. “What’s the birdie called again?” “It’s called a Sabia. He is Brazil’s state bird.” She took a book out of the wicker basket on the porch and handed it to her. “This little blue book is about Brazil.” Julie looked at the blue cover and the symbol in the middle. “That’s a Sabia!” “That’s right.” She smiled and hugged her.

Julie had tears in her eyes. “Why did you have to go and where are you now?” At that moment, Julie had a small streak of terror slip through her. She took her phone out of her pocket and dialed Denver. “Please pick up.” There was no answer. She re-dialed and paced the porch; her heart skipped a beat when she heard his voice. “My answering machine doesn’t want to talk to you. Leave your name and message and I might want to later.” She hung up. “Three times the charm?” She dialed. But when she looked over the yard, she saw a dim light coming from out of the grass.
(Sorry. Another long post."

[iDenver23]

Alex pulled me all the way back to my house. I was still jerking my head from side to side, in search of the night guard. I spotted her standing in front of a black car, smiling at me. She raised her hand and beckoned me to come to her. And as if on cue, my legs started to act on their own. I made my way to the night guard, pulling my hand away from Alex. I thought I heard Ben's voice call for her, but I couldn't look away from the night guard. I forced my legs to stop and walk back to Alex, but it was no use. Stop it. I need to help Alex.
I looked up. My face was inches away from the night guard's. She smiled and pushed me into the car, shutting the door, locking me in. I still had no control of my body. An invisible force was making me keep still. The night guard opened a car door and took her place on the driver's seat.
"Hello, Denver." she said, starting the engine.
Let me out! I need to help Alex! Let me out!!! was what I wanted to say, but I couldn't speak. My lips remained closed. The only thing I could do was glare at her.
The car started to move and I reluctantly bid farewell to Alex. I'm sorry, Alex.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" asked the night guard, laughing.

[InvisibleFlames]

I screamed. People ran into the room to see what was wrong with the fallen angel. They couldn't figure it out, but I wasn't there. I was in a girl's mind as a man pinned her to stone. I felt his lips on mine, and I screamed because it wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to be far away from this man, and so did the girl. An old memory from the girl came to the surface, and I fought it back. I didn't want this to be worse. Someone yelled, and the boy let the girl go. I sighed in relief and tried to make the girl come. It was Alex, I recognized her. Why was I in her mind? I screamed out to her, but she didn't hear me. I screamed her name over and over. I couldn't figure out why she couldn't hear me. I screamed for help. My voice gave out, so I fell down, sobbing. People yelled at me, to me, I didn't care. I could barely hear them. I needed to talk to Alex, to find out who and what she was. She had to be a Fallen Angel. She just had to be. There wasn't much else she could be. She didn't smell like a werewolf, that's for sure. Either she was a Fallen Angel or a reincarnation of one.

[II Hired Gun II]

(Eek! Just a reminder. No mention of werewolves yet please? Until we get to the end of the story. Also, I'm a little confused, as to where we are going with this story? I didn't think my character would be kidnapping Denver. I was thinking more along the lines of the werewolf pack getting a hold on him? Help? sweatdrop )

[InvisibleFlames]

(We can stop writing for a bit and edit, then we can go back to writing if you want.)

[iDenver23]

(How 'bout your character brings mine to Clarissa because, like in her post, she's going insane and whatnot. Conversation, blah, blah, blah. Denver storms off, werewolves see him have something to do with a fallen angel. Kidnapping begins.)

[II Hired Gun II]

(Sounds good. I'll start working on editting the story. Do y'all have an e-mail, so I can send you the story when I'm finished? Also, I have a few ideas for what I want to do with each of the characters. I won't change them too much, just slightly, to make the story more interesting. For example, Denver isn't a complete loser. He has some street smarts. And, one more idea to consider. I thought about how we could maybe turn this story into two books and I think we should get alot more detailed with the story before they go back in time, this way we could turn this into two books instead of one? We were in a bit of a hurry to write this story, so I think it could work if we made some changes.) Have a good day! biggrin