A blonde cheerleader shifted uncomfortable. She was hungry and her hand was aching, but she had given up trying to free herself long ago. The handcuff wasn’t coming off no matter how hard she pulled. She needed the key. 

Honestly, the whole situation seemed surreal. One moment she was exiting the locker room after changing into the outfit she borrowed from of the students, the next she was struggling to break free from the man who grabbed her. He had pressed a handkerchief against her nose and she blacked out. Now she was god knows where in a freaking vehicle parked in some god forsaken place behind a van of sorts. 

Naturally she started kicking and screaming the moment she woke up. Her kidnapper had scooted all the way to the other side to avoid her. Smart ass! He knew that the handcuff prevented her from reaching him. Her stomach growled once more. Callie swallowed a few times. She was really craving for chocolates and ice cream right now. Even a bag of skittles would be nice. 

An unfamiliar ringtone broke the forced silence between the three sole occupants of the truck. The door shut silently. Okay so now it was just two of them. Callie glared at the man who was trying to get the call to connect. She mouthed a silent “oh”. On the seat between the two of them was the key! Cal tried to keep calm even though she was brimming with excitement. 

[quote=Aaron]“Hey, is everything okay Annie? Can this wait until I get back Ann? We’ve almost reached the Reformers and I—“[/quote]

Good! The man distracted. She watched him for a couple of seconds, and she decided she had better fake a reason why she was bending over so suddenly. The young woman reached into pocket of her sports jacket and fished out her lipstick. Hopefully Mr. Wiseman wasn't going to see through her "oops-I-dropped-my-lipstick" routine. She prayed that whichever deity listening at the moment would be kind enough to let her succeed. Not that she was ever this religious before. 

[quote=Aaron] “I’ll be fine Ann, nothing is going to happen.”[/quote] 

Clutching her lipstick, the cheer instructor swooped down towards the middle. Her hand landing squarely on the key, but her lipstick rolled away. It hit the man’s thigh and remained lodged between his leg and the seat. Aaron reached down. He studied the lipstick briefly before handing it back to her. 

[quote=Aaron]“Ann, what’s going on?”[/quote]

Callie pretended to apply her lipstick using her faint reflection in the truck window. She could see the top of the other man’s head. He was leaning against her door. He looked at her for a moment, and she quirked an eyebrow in response. [i]Was he suspecting something?[/i] No she was definitely imagining it because he looked away again. 

[quote=Aaron]“But will the baby be okay Annie? Is it going to be like me, a Super?”[/quote]

Super? This guy was bat shit crazy! Who in the world would have superpowers? They were living in realty and not some nerd imagined Marvel or DC universe! She really needed to get away from these lunatics as soon as she can. There was no telling what they wanted to do to her! A loud boom almost made Callie jump out of her seat, literally. She gaped as the van in front of them turned onto its side. The man standing outside rushed towards it, so did the man sitting beside her. Rather he had dashed out of the car with his phone still pressed against his ear. Cal ducked down and tried to fit the key into the keyhole. [i]Oh god! They were shooting.[/i] She had lost count of the number of shots that had been fired. Her hands were trembling so much that it took her three tries before she finally freed herself. The blonde immediately threw open the door of the truck and ran. She blinked. Maybe she was imagining it, but she could have sworn she saw someone disappear into the bushes just awhile ago. 

Despite the uncertainty, Cal remained undeterred; she charged towards the trees as fast as she could while remaining in a semi crouched position. The young woman tried her best to zone out all the noise around whether it was the yelling or the gun fire. She continued running even after she was certain she was well hidden among the trees. She had to get the nearest road and hitch-hike herself back to civilization! Hopefully these hoodlum terrorists are too busy killing each other to notice she was missing. Hopefully!

Callie screamed as she pitched forward. She threw her arms in front of her, but it was all in vain. She felt the winced as the rough ground scraped against the skin covering the underside of her forearms and knees. She pulled herself up slowly, but remained seated. She moved her feet gingerly. Lucky nothing was twisted or broken! Next she looked around trying to find the culprit. What she found made her do a slight double take. On the ground beside her was a white cane; a blind man’s cane.

“What in the world?” 

Judging from the “newness”, someone had dropped it recently. [i]Could there be others around as well?[/i] Cal’s heart skipped a beat. What should she do? Having others around would only drag her down, but she can’t just leave them here. It just wasn’t right. She closed her eyes for a moment and clutched her head. She rubbed her temples as she tried to make herself focus once again. Panicking was silly. Wait. There it was again. Yes! She was definitely hearing voices. 

The blonde scrambled to her feet, picking up the cane as she did so, and hobbled in a zombie like fashion towards the voices. The white cane clutched awkwardly in her left hand. She could make out at least two or three people. However being so far away, she just couldn’t be sure. Soon all that was separating her from the rest was just a thicket. She paused awhile to listen some more. For all she knows, these people could be one of those crazies too!

[quote=Christian]"I need... someone to... someone to guide me."[/quote]

[quote=Jenna]“You guys, she’s alive. I can’t carry her all the way but maybe someone can help me out?”[/quote]

Okay. Maybe they weren’t lunatics, but they definitely sound injured, so most likely it would be safe to approach them. Well at the very least she could outrun them if it was a trap. Callie batted the bush violently with the white cane to create a suitable parting and then she stepped out. She took a few steps forward with her hands held above her head. The cane hovered precariously over her head. She glanced around awkwardly before pausing. Her blue eyes met Jenna’s dark ones.

“Err… I have a white stick, well, a blind man’s cane to be exact, but I come in peace.”

She paused and smiled a little. She faced each of the conscious members in turn once more. Seeing that no one was going to attack her, the blonde lowered her hands. “Well ladies and gentlemen I shall be your air hostess today - Callie Wright reporting for duty! You don’t need to save this cheerleader.”