Snapped - A Virals fantic

chapter 3

I gasped as cold water splashed on my face. Ben held a bucket over my head that I'm guessing had the water now located on my head. "Tory, are you ok?" He asks. "Thanks for the wake up call." Wow. "Sorry, that's the first thing that came up. Yeah, I'm fine." After a moment of wiping water from my eyes, I remembered why I blacked out... Did I really have K-9 teeth? Wolf fangs? I touched me teeth just to make sure they were gone, well aware I lost my flare blacking out. I guess Ben realizes what's on my mind and he wraps me in a hug. "I should get you home. Its getting late and you need to rest." Home. With Kit and Whitney. Oh my gosh what time is it?!? I checked my phone: 11:18 curfew at 12. Crap! I looked up, nodded. So we set for home. We were about half way through when we stopped. I gave Ben a puzzled look. He messed with some gears, then flushed. "Uh, Tory..?.." He was embarassed. By what? "Ben... what is it?"
"Don't kill me..."
"What did you do?!"
"I ran out of gas..."
"YOU WHAT?!?!"
"I'm sorry!"
"OH I WOULD BE TOO!"
"Tory, calm down."
"WE'RE TRAPPED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN, ON A BOAT, OUT OF GAS, AND YOU'RE TELLING ME TO CLAM DOWN?!"
"I don't want you doing anything rash."
"It takes a lot of me not to murder you right now."
His eyes widen and despite everything, I laugh. "My friends and I turn into super-humans by a wolfdog I named Cooper, caught a human-contagious parvo because Coop - who was the subject of a scientist - use our powers for good, almost get killed more times than I'd like to admit, a rich brat gets hold of the supervirus, changes himself, his partner gets infected, infects two other people who all try to get us captured by government agents, my pack, and rich boys pack take the antidote and become normal while riding in a government officials car who is taking us to be experimented on, but realize our powers are gone, so they give them back, except these powers are stronger, I almost evolve into a wolf, but black out, and now I'm on a boat, in the middle of the ocean, with my boyfriend/pack member, and we're out of gas." Ben flinches, but takes my hand in his. "It'll be alright, Tory." I shake my head and whisper, "But when?" He locks his eyes on mine, I lock my eyes on his. He leans in, I lean in. He kisses me, and I kiss him. I breadth in. Be smells like sea water, the woods, and Ben. I don't know how yo explain it. Its that distinct smell of a person, not their shampoo or body wash, them. I feel his lips on mine, even when he stops to say something. I almost don't hear what he says, but his yes are locked behind me, so I whip my head around and my jaw drops. A yhact was hurdlind towards us. "Jump!" Ben yells, he doesn't have to say it twice. We throw ourselves overboard and swim deeper and deeper. When my lungs have had enough, I push myself up and as soon as I break the surface, I fill my lungs with air. I swim towards Sewee, but find chunks of it drifting with the current. The yhact, it destroyed Sewee. Ben is holding a chunk of what once was his boat. I swim to him and see Sewee on the chunk. "Ben, I'm so sorry." I lay my head on his shoulder and hug him. He really loved his boat. "Why would anyone do this? What did my boat ever do to them?" I almost cried his voice had so much hurt in it. "Hey, come here." I held out my arms and he let go of Sewee and burried his head in my shoulder. "Its gonna be ok. We're going to find whoever did this and we're gonna make them pay," For a new boat, "but first, we have to get home, and I'm gonna need your help getting us there. Ben, right now, we have to find out where we are and find out which direction Morris is, ok?" He let go of me and nodded. "Ok, yeah, as soon as we get back to Morris, we're finding out who these guys are, where they are, and kick their -"
"No cussing!"
Whitney heard me slip a "dirty word" and told Kit, so he (Kit) made me promise to try and use less cussing, so I made the group do it too. Blargh.
"Butts. Sorry." Ugh. The amount of sarcasm in his voice.
"Thank you."
"Whatever."
"Ok, so any idea where we are?"
Ben looked through what was left of Sewee, and found a device like a water GPS. Ben smacked it a few times. "Come on come on." He messed around with the settings.
BLEEP!
"Haha yes!" He messed with more settings. "Ok, so if we were to swim to Morris, it would take an hour and a half, but we would make it!"
I stared at him. Not actually as long as I thought. "Ok, that's good actually. But um- OH MY GOSH MY PHONE!" I reached I'm my back pocket and it is completely ruined. How am I going to explain this to Kit?
Ben looks at me with a sly smile "Mine was on the boat."
All I can do is stare at it."Ruined. Completely ruined."
"Its just a phone. It can be replaced."
"Yeah I know."
Before Ben could say another word, the yhact pulled up again.
"Tory Brennan and Ben Blue! Out for a late night swim?" I know that voice all to well: Buzz-cut.
"What do you want with us?" I yell.
He smiles. "Catch!"
Ben catches a rope, but quickly let's go. "Down, Tory!" He pulls me under, he's luck I held my breath. We swim deeper and deeper. We start swimming away from the boat when divers quickly catch up to us. Right, of course buzz-cut had divers ready. He's probably laughing and sipping whine or something. Ben and I surrender and are pulled up. We're thrown on the boat and land at mustache's feet. "We have to stop meeting in unfortunate circumstances." He laughs. Ben grabs me and helps me up. His hand never leaving my hip. Mustache leads us to buzz-cut. Ben tightens his grip as we approach the desk in a very nice office. "Well well, I see you two have become closer." Buzz-cut smiles, like he's pleased, amused even. "Why do you care." Ben's voice is ice. Pure ice. Buzz-cut narrows his eyes. "Listen here boy, I-" Before he makes Ben kill him, I cut him off.
"Stop. Just stop. You have us, now what do you want."
"Hmmm... before we get into other business, I would like to congradulate myself for a well thought out plan. Having my men empty half your gas tank on your silly little boat and destroying it after you're stranded in the middle of the Atlantic is clever, don't you say?"
Ben starts breathing hard, he's going to lash out! "Ben, Ben look at me." I force his eyes on mine. "Don't let him get to you, you're stronger than that." Ben is the definition of red right now. His viens are bulging from his skin, he flares.
"Ben! Release your flare!"
"No. I'm going to kill him. Oh he's gonna suffer."
"BEN! RELEASE YOIR FLARE!"
"No... UAHG! Fine." He closes his eyes, he relaxes, his color returns to normal, as do his eyes, once he opens them.
"Fascinating! When you flare, your eyes... oh this is great." Buzz-cut's face lights up.
"Whatever, leave Ben alone, now earlier you mentioned 'other busniess', what exactly did you mean?" You know what he means.
"We have you your flares back, you are aware of that, yes?"
"Yes."
"Well we gave you something, now we want something."
I hesitated.
"What do you want?..."
He smiled. Not a friendly-happy smile, more of an icy stone smile.
"We want you, Tory Brennan."