On the Run

== Author's Notes ==
Night - I hope you guys enjoy this! I'd really appreciate some constructive criticism, so if you have any, I'd love to hear it. I can't speak for Si, but I bet they'd appreciate it as well. Enjoy!
Sisi - This is a fantasy story about two youths, one male, one female, who decide to explore, but they encounter a evil car who tries to downright kidnap them! Luckily they escape, but Mr. Evil (not actually his name) may or may not have brought a bunch of toy cars with tiny weapons who love to search for people... Enjoy!
== Chapter One (Night) Cal's POV ==
Hello, mortal. Actually, scratch that. It is rather bold of me to assume that you are mortal. Perhaps you happen to be immortal. I do not know you. I should not guess if you are immortal or mortal, although I do personally believe that you must be mortal, as I do not know any immortals who browse my mind, reading it as if it is a book.
My name is Cal. Cal Jorgenson. I'm your average seventeen year old... or at least, I appear normal, at least on the outside. Well, mildly normal. Mildly average. Enough with the pretenses though. I'm a cancer victim. Or at least, I was. I've been clear of it for a couple of years... but still. I paid a heavy cost. A leg.
== Chapter Two (Sisi) Sally's P.o.V. ==
Hey. My name is Sally Weasle. I'm riduculed for my last name. Except for Cal. He made fun of it in second grade and below, in Kingdagarden (help meh please), but he stopped in third grade when he realized I was crying because of it. I also have social anxiety and clinical depression, long story, which doesn't help. I'll tell you guys (or girls) about it later. I decide to visit Cal. I'll admit, I have a slight crush on him. He doesn't know, though. Then I feel something bump my foot. I look down, frowning. A toy car hit my foot. My little sister, about five, says, "It moved!" I kick the toy. "See? It's fine!" It had fallen on its side. When I look away, I hear little Kaylee shriek. THE CAR IS MOVING BY ITSELF!!! It bumps into her knee, and Kaylee picks it up, inspecting the toy. She shrieks, "It has eyes!" I take the car roughly from her chubby hand, and sure enough, the tiny car has itsy-bitsy red eyes! I throw the toy in the trash, and report the little curse to Mom.
Category:Original Stories
Category:Original Stories (Unfinished)
Category:Literature
Category:Fiction