Searching (2)

I pretend I am a scout at the top of a crows nest on a pirate ship, and look aound us. Yeah, theres the sheriffs car... I say trying to hide my grin. If we transfrom we are vulnerable to dying, but humans wont be able to capture us on film, and we can just drift down to the ground on the other side of the ride using the wind to guide us to the exit of the park. I start to reason.

I grit my teeth, dang it! Right. I mutter, getting anxious, and nervous. The police were still getting closer, and by standers were snapping photos, not good. I started to shine brighter, so that the pictures would just get a blur, and I hoped Roxy would get the hint. It took so much energy for me to talk.

Um. I mutter trying to think of something fast, but I never was the brightest kid. Well, smart speaking. When I transformed, I could blind you!

The ride slowly progresses up, and the angry faces of the Shadows grow nearer. We hadn't moved. I guess a battle it would be. On the top of the tower of doom, how ironic. Okay, they are almost here, just push them. I tell her, unlooping my belt from my pants, and tying it around her, me, and the tower. It wasnt long enough. Roxy rope? I ask desperatly, already starting to take myself out of the loop, and cinching the belt tightly around her.

I sigh, of course she wouldn't let me protect her. Oh well, she was tough and could handle herself well enough. "Take the belt at least, strangle them." I tell her thinking of what I could use as a weapon. I glance down, and see that they are rapidly ascending the pole.

Two more Shadows make their way up after the woman who was attacking Roxy. They looked like a couple. The man was wearing a white Billa Bong shirt, and orange swim shorts. Seemed a little to bright for a Them, but the malicious look in his eye told me differently. He lunges at me, knocking me down, and making my leg twist uncomfortably. More than uncomfortable, excruciating pain. I take shallow breaths, and wince through my teeth. Mustering power, with my other leg, I slam down his partner in crime; the woman. She was dressed in something a bit more typical. On her legs, she wore showy fishnets, and big buckle up boots like pirate boots. Like a ninja, the soles were soft like slippers, and moved silently. I mentally applauded her for being smart enough to know not to wear heels. Her shirt was long sleeved, and a dark grey, and over top was a black vest. I move my leg in between her feet, and jerk it back, forcing her to lose her balance, and topple over the edge of the tower. A cold, feeling crept into my stomach, and I felt ready to throw up. We worked so hard to protect our lives, but then threw away others easily; like they would do to us. I push that thought to the corner of my mind, and clumsly get back up. Now it was just me, and this guy. Roxy and the woman. It seemed sexist to fight like that, but this guy was huge! It made sense, in a way.

I had backed the man up to the edge, with diffuculty. I could either push him off, to meet the same lovely fate as his womanly friend, but I wasn't in the mood for ending another life that day; even if it wasn't innocent. I ball up my fist, and knock him firmly on the side of his head. He crumples, and his nose starts to bleed. Yuck. I stumble over to Roxy. "Stupid, freaking Shadow." I curse under my breath, ripping my sleeve off, and wrapping her arm. "We gotta get the next ride down." I say, checking the ride.

"Yeah...okay." I grab her hand, and tug her to the other side of the ride. Only one empty seat. Hm. "Okay, Roxy, get on this one, I'll take the next one down, and then we are Outie-5-G." I tell her, and prepare to help lower her into the rides empty seat.

I breath a sigh of relief as her feet touch the ground, and wait for the next ride up. No seats...no seats. The ride continues to fill up, and it lacks an empty seat each time. Finally a man reads the notice that if you had heart problems, ask you physician before you ride the Tower of Doom. He turns around, and lets a seat ascend empty. I hop into it, and touch down. I weave my way through the crowd looking for Roxy, and spot her finally.

I was about to step in, when she knocks him out. She could handle herself just fine, I didn't need to worry. Yet I did. She was technically family. "Let's leave before anything else like that hapens." I say hurrying past a stand selling hats and glasses and buy a pair. I hand the glasses to her, and pull the hat down over my eyes.