The thugs tied a blindfold around my head as soon as we started moving. And they put plastic cuffs on my wrists. They aren't letting me go anywhere. I didn't say anything and neither did they. And That's just fine with me. I was sitting there for a while now. My mind started to wander, I'm like ADD; I can't just sit there with nothing to do. I thought back to how this all started. The Car, the Operating room, all having happened just a few days ago. Not even a week. The Millers, who are the single most greatest thing that ever happened in my life. Nicole, her features and personality perfected her. I wish I did something for that family rather than just letting them do whatever for me. I guess that's my inner rich brat kid working. I swear, I'm going to do something for that family. Right after I kill my father.
The van finally stopped. I wonder what Nicole is doing right now....
At the Miller's Home
"We can't just sit here and not do anything!" Nicole said. She was pacing back and forth in the living room. Her parents were sitting on the couch watching her. She never got this upset before. "We got to call the police! The FBI! The CIA! SOMEBODY has to help him!" She stopped dead in her tracks. She just hatched an idea. There is somebody who can help Gabriel. She picked up Hunter's cellphone and dashed to her room.
She got on her computer and hoped he was online at the moment. He was. She let out a big sigh and E-mailed him.
"Raph! I'm in trouble!"
He E-mailed back, "Hey Nicole I haven't seen you in forever. Whats wrong?"
"No time for catching up. A friend of mine is in huge trouble. If I give you the cell number can u track the most recent call?"
"Maybe. Give me the number and I'll see what I can do."
(A few minutes later) "Here I E-mailed the directions to your I-touch. Go to Google directions and it will do the rest. Good luck."
"Thnx. I owe u another big one."
She went to her closet, and chose her 'special shirt and jacket.' Which is just a set of clohes she set aside, they have big slits in the back for her wings to poke through. She changed quickly let her wings stretch out through the slits on her clothes, and bolted out the door before her parents could say a word. Its been a while since she's flew. She got a running start down the street. Pushed downward with her powerful fifteen foot wings. And soon she was on her way.
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