Cyrus Noble Chapter 17

Jazz floored it and we were driving around the lot. "How do we get out of here?! Where's the exit?!" she screamed. Just up ahead, as we turned a corner, the wall was opening up inward, like a bulky garage door. "There!" I yelled. There was a black van coming through it, and it hadn't seen us yet. I said, "Viktor! We need you here!" He got up from his seat in the back, and started to open up the side door of our van. I said, "Everyone! Buckle up!" Everyone but Vik clicked their seat belts. Viktor grabbed onto the handle overhead and hung halfway out the van. He ripped off his head band and the strange energy was released from his eyes, causing a huge green flash. Jazz yelped as it was unleashed. It went passed the driver's side of the van and hit the other van head on. The vehicle went flying through the garage and hit the wall on the far end of the room. Jazz did a sharp turn out of the hole in the wall and into the daylight, as Viktor put his headband on and slammed the door closed. He sat down. "Did it work?" He asked. "Better than I hoped." I replied. We made our way out of an alley-way and onto the streets. We had some angry people honking their horns and giving us the bird, but nothing was shooting at us. We drove to nowhere for an hour. The daylight was getting darker, the end of the day. No way to tell how long we were down in that hell-hole. Nobody seemed to pursue us. I looked over to Jazz. She was staring straight ahead, wide eyed and white knuckled. I said, "Hey." She looked at me with a nervous look. "Take it easy. We lost them." She nodded and turned her attention back to the road. We drove around the town, I saw a lot of things. The people, the buildings. I said, "Jazz. Take a right up ahead and go up to the mall." I looked out the window, rubbing my forehead with my thumb and finger. I could feel every one's gaze on me. Well, everyone but Jazz and Viktor, but Jazz did look a little puzzled. Jazz spoke, "And, uh, how do you know this?" I didn't speak for a while. Finally, I said, "I....I'm not sure." Nobody spoke after that. Jazz got to the mall. At this time it was late and dark, and everyone was leaving. I said, "Go into the parking garage." Jazz did so without question. She parked into one of the far corners. She put the thing in park and looked over at me. She said, "Have you been here before?" I didn't answer. I didn't know. I ignored her question. I said to the gang. "Get some sleep guys. We have a long day tom-" I stopped there when I saw that stupid bird sitting there, in between the first row of seats. "What is that thing doing here?" Megan piped up, "What? I thought you wanted to keep it." I shook my head. That's all I need, to steal a bag a bird seed too. I said, "Let it go." Viktor opened his door, and the eagle hopped over his legs and onto the pavement. It flapped and flew out of one of the openings in the parking lot, and out of sight. Sara spoke to me. "Cyrus?" I looked over to her tiny, innocent face. Her blond hair was a mess, and her blue eyes looked watery. "Yes?" I responded, trying to sound nice. She said, "What about Gabe?" Crap. "We......we'll have to worry about him tomorrow. OK bud?" She nodded and rested her head on Magnet's shoulder, who was already half-passed out with his head on the window. Longarm, who was sitting beside them rested his head on the other window. Megan curled up in her seat, Viktor leaned back a little in his. Jazz and I did the same in our seats. I eventually fell asleep with questions still buzzing in my skull. Who was I? Did I live here? Did I have a family before? How did I know this place? Was I a human after all? I don't know how long I was asleep, but I didn't feel at all rested when I was awaken by voices outside the van. "Well look what we got here guys!" At the first word, I jolted myself awaken and rubbed whatever was in my eyes. I looked at the windows and saw a bunch thugs had surrounded the van. One of them was holding a knife and had used it to tap the window. He grinned. "When was the last time I saw you? Now you show up? Only after we wiped out your crew? That's cold, man." He was Caucasian and wore clothes that hung on him loosely. He wore a bandanna, like a pirate, and a cap on top of that, turned sideways. Did he say he knew me?