Full Moon 2 by Elaina H (top ebook reader TXT) 📕

He wasn’t that important to our mission, sure, he could’ve helped a bit. But we’ll be fine, I assure myself.

We’ll be just fine.

Chapter Three

“Okay, we’ll sleep here tonight, and then we’ll find a way to get some money since we can’t use the credit cards. They’ll be able to track where we’re at,” I nod, and lay down on the grass.

It’s not very comfortable, but I turn on my side and look at Dev anyway. “We’re going to be fine, aren’t we?”

He shrugs, “I’m sure we’ll be fine. But, first we need to concentrate on what we need to do, which is find the Holloways and Greenes.

Mentioning the Holloways makes me think of the man back at the house. He was odd, strange but something about him didn’t make him seem so hard.

Granted, he did try to kill me, so that’s definitely minus one point.

I feel a rain drop hit my nose, great! But I don’t complain out loud because I know Dev feels bad about getting me into this unwanted situation.

But, it’s hard not to complain when it’s steadily pouring rain. Before I know it I’m soaked to the bone. Everything on me is wet, wet, wet.

To my surprise though, I fall asleep.

I do not wake up, I awakened by the thunder and lightening. When the lightening strikes again, I see the form of a person standing a few feet away.

When the person realizes that I’ve notice them they step forward, it’s the Holloway boy. “What do you want?!” I yell over the intense wind.

Water drips of the end of his black hair into his blue eyes. That’s strange, I could have sworn his eyes were brown.

“Cal Holloway,” he says.

I nod, “It’s nice to meet you.” Again, he lips start smile, but he quickly hides it.

“What do you say we wake Sleeping Beauty up and get her on her bike?” I laugh at his joke.

I punch Dev in the arm, “Dev! Get up!” he moans.

“Quit spitting on me, Brim!”

“In your dreams, pretty boy, get up. We’re on the move. Holloway came back!” That gets Dev moving.

“He’s back?! Really where’s he at?” I point at Cal, and Dev smiles knowingly.

He stands and tries to brush the mud off his clothes, “I knew you’d come back!”

Cal reaches his hand out to help me up, but I flinch back, remembering it around my neck. So I get up on my own. Cal just ignores the fact that I didn’t take his help.

“Where are we on the move to?” Dev shouts, rain pours into his mouth.

Cal points to the road, “We’re going south. Way south.”

Dev grins wildly, “Shall we then,” he points to the spot where are bikes are hidden.

“Do we have to drive in the rain?” I ask.

He shouts, “Yea, I’m assuming The Lab is already on your trail since their two goons didn’t come back yet. In the rain no one will be able to say they saw us.”

“Okay, let’s ride!” I yell.

The three of us get on our bikes, Cal’s is a lot nicer than ours, and he decides he’ll take the lead. At least he has some sort of windshield.

“Do you want my helmet?” he asks holding out a helmet that would cover my entire face.

I shake my head no, “I don’t need any favors!” even though I really want the helmet, I just can’t take it.

Dev starts his bike, then Cal, and finally me. We take off down the long road ahead; each rain drop like a needle on my face.

The sun has risen, and Cal finally pulls over after three hours of riding though the rain. “We should stop and get something to eat.”

Dev answers, “That sounds like a good idea, I’m starved!”
I shrug, “it doesn’t matter,” but my stomach growls, giving me away, and we drive into a Waffle Shack.

“We should eat as quickly as possible,” Dev says. “That way they might not remember us three days from now.”
“Good idea, Dev,” I say.

We walk in, looking like idiots; we’re soaked through and muddy. We also have muscles like body builders.

Taking a seat at the back corner table, the waitress walks up and smiles at Dev and Cal, “What can I get for you, folks?!”

“All you can eat pancakes, for all of us,” I say quickly so she leaves. “Cokes!” I shout at her, she scurries away.

Dev stares at me, “What if I wanted Waffles?”

“They all taste the same,” Cal and I say at the exact same time.

He smiles, “That was weird, boy am I glad we’re somewhere warm, that was some chilly rain.”

Dev’s endless chatter drives me insane, I almost jump for joy when the only thing that will shut him up arrives, pancakes.

“Thank you,” Dev says, while Cal and I start chowing down. “Is it good?” Dev asks sarcastically.

But soon, he too digs in; when she comes back I order another plate for all of us.

We eat and eat, I order at least six refills. “Wow!” the waitress exclaims when we’re finally done, but still not completely full. “The three of you just beat the record here! You all get your picture on the wall!”

Call slaps a fifty on the table, “We’re good.” We hurry out of the restaurant, avoiding the picture because we can’t leave any trail.

“How much longer do we have to ride?” I ask Cal as he put the helmet away, the rain stopped.

“We’re probably going to have to ride another five hours today. We should be in northern California by then. Once we get there we’ll drive to LA. We should be able to lose them there,” Cal maps out the route for us.

“Once we get there, can’t we just get a flight out of California to where we’re headed to track them?”

Cal shrugs, “I guess, but we’d have to make a stop along the way the middle of our trip. The guy that does all our passports and IDs is there. I’ll have him make us all new ID and credit cards.”

Dev listens intently, “Will The Center really go through all this just to find us, and a couple of rogue lycanthropes?”

“It’s highly possible to absolutely yes, Dev. They don’t like being beat, which is why I said we shouldn’t have escaped!” which is the wrong this to say in front of Cal.

His eyes bore into mine, rage, “What?!” he looks at Dev, “She could compromise everything! What were you thinking?!”

Dev looks nervous, when Cal starts yelling at him, but I talk anyways, “Don’t get your panties in a twist. I’m not going to sell you out to anybody. I’m not like that,” Cal turns around, and starts his bike.

He peals out of the parking lot followed by Dev. I have such a hard time getting this bike to turn, but once I get it on, I’m only four or five cars behind them.

Driving by myself doesn’t make me worry, it makes me more comfortable, actually.

I concentrate on the rising sun, and the wind the make my hair whip all around. I’ve always wanted to go to California. It was one of the thoughts put into my head when they created me.

There we all fifty states and facts about each, but California always sounded the best. The ocean, the palm trees, the celebrities (whoever they were), and a huge sign that says HOLLYWOOD; even though states like Texas, New York, and Florida sounded enjoyable, I’ve just wanted to see California.

A car behind me honks loudly, and passing me. She sticks her middle finger up, but I’m not exactly sure what that means. I’ve seen a couple of the staff at The Center or The Lab, whichever, use it behind Raven and Mr. Gilbert’s back.

After the car passes, I speed up. I must have been going too slow, my speed increases; faster and faster.

Behind me lights flash and a siren wails, those are police; I think remembering the information stuffed into my brain. What am I supposed to do when there are police?

I pull over, hoping Cal and Dev notice. The police car comes to a stop behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I see a younger man, in his mid to late twenties, step out of the car.

Resting my feet on the road so the bike doesn’t tip, I wait for him to approach. “Hello, police! What can I help you with?” I address him with respect and dignity.

“Are you mocking me?” I shake my head no. “Because it sure sounds like you’re mocking me. Can I see your license?”

I reach in the pocket of my sweatpants, I scrape around, it’s not there. I smile nervously, and look in my other pocket. There, on the bottom is my ID card. Thank god!

“Here you go, Sir,” I hand him the card, and he scans it.

“Mrs. Jamie Roosevelt? You’re twenty-one. You do realize that you were driving 100 mph on the road, when the limit is 60 mph. Are you in a hurry?” he glares at me.

I laugh innocently, “As a matter fact, I am! My husband and his friend are farther ahead. I don’t ride my bike very much, so I was starting to get scared,” lie, “so I was trying to find them.” I bat my eyelashes for good measure.

“Do they know you’re back here, maam?” his expression went from stern to worried.

“I’m afraid not, would you mind chasing them down, and bringing the, back? There both real tall fellas with some pretty mighty muscles,” I find myself acting petty. “They’re both on bikes just like this, one is a little nicer than the other,” I smile sweetly and he nods.

The police sighs, “Okay, I guess I could. But only for you miss,” he tips his hat, and I see the car speed don the highway after the guys who ditched me.

I wait around holding my bike up, when a car pulls up in front of me. A tall, bald man with tattoos down his arms and neck smiles at me with three teeth missing, “Hey, darling, need some help there?”

“No,” I growl at him.

He laughs, “Come on, I’ll give you a ride. You can come with me now, and I’ll pick up your bike later,” he purrs. The man steps closer to me, and covers my hand with his.

Slowly, I put the kickstand down on my bike. “Sir, can you getaway from me! I have a police officer coming back here very soon,” he gets closer to my face, so I punch him.

I winces a little, “Wow, girlie, you pack a punch.” He chuckles, “I like that.”

This time he comes even closer, I swing off of my bike, and kick him in the temple. He starts to sway, but catches himself.

Cars driving slow down to watch, but no one stops. “Get away from me, you creep!” I yell at him. Again, kick him in the head, he falls, and hold him down with my foot.

The boot smashes down on his neck. The police and the guys pull up, “What is going on here, little lady?” I step away and cover my face.

“Oh, thank God you’re back police! This man just assaulted me, I hit him and he just fell. I must have hit a pressure point!” I smiles sweetly.

Dev laughs behind the officer, but Cal just stares at the creeper on the pavement.

“Well,” he turns to Cal, “keep your wife in check here, you don’t want to lose her again. This was a close one,” Dev almost speaks up.

I stop him because it doesn’t really matter, “Thank you, police. You really saved my life!” he tips his hat.

“No problem, maam. Just stay close to the others now,” the police walks back to his car, and waves good-bye as he drives off.

Dev claps, “Brilliant acting! Although, I give you four and a half stars because you called him police.”

“Isn’t that his