Here it is guys! Chapter Four :D
Enjoy!! xx
Ohhh, and I hope you don't get confused with the different POV's I've used this time, thought it'd spark it up a bit xD
Chapter Four
"Oh, my God! Was it scary?"
"Were there sharks in the river!?"
"Did you see Gingy get crushed? I mean, like, see all his guts spill out and everything?"
"I really wanna see the state of that van!"
"Sky, do you know where they keep the life support machine thingy's around here?"
"She's not listening."
Too bloody right I wasn't. The kids had been firing questions at me for ten minutes straight, asking for every last little detail a hundred times over. My head hurt, my hand hurt, and I also had an extremely heavy ten year old sitting on me.
I flicked through the last few questions they'd asked in my mind, and suddenly sat bolt upright. "Corinne, you dare steal anything -and I mean anything, even a paper towel- from this hospital, and I'll inform the care workers. No joke." I knew I sounded harsh, but she'd get caught and there'd be serious consequences.
"Ohh, man! Spoil sport!" Corinne grumbled, and (to my great relief) slid down off the bed. Andre smirked and rolled his eyes at her, whispering something to his twin. I tried to warn them with my eyes, but they obviously didn't get it, because the next second they both had bloody noses.
"Jesus Christ-" Andre exclaimed, clutching his face.
"On a donkey!" Joseph finished. He was also clutching his nose, groaning in pain. Corinne was high-fiving one of her mates and smiling wickedly. I sighed and sat up straighter, pushing strands of my long dark hair out of my eyes. It seriously needed a good washing. Come to think of it, so did I.
"Corinne, go get me something to drink." I said hastily, noticing the murderous looks on the twins' faces. She was smart enough to obey, and skipped off down the hall singing the theme tune to Eastenders. Several people turned and gave her 'what the fuck' looks as she passed.
Joseph pulled Andre out of his seat to go and find a nurse, and I relaxed a teensy little bit. Hopefully they wouldn't meet up with Corinne on their way back, otherwise it'd be the start of World War Three.
"So...What did you want to know again?" I said, turning towards the remaining kids. A wave of noise crashed down on me, and I knew it wouldn't be quiet again for an extremely long time.
** Corinne **
Stupid, stupid Skylar. Annoying twins. Couldn't they see that my experiments were key to future scientific discoveries? I shook my head and continued to skip down the long hospital corridor, taking note of everything around me.
Teehee. So many different rooms, filled with such fascinating equipment...it practically made my brain fizz over to think of the fun I could have with all that stuff. I mean, it wasn't like they really needed it all...pointy needles, weird paper dishes for puking in, high-tech life support machines, bags of blood, morphine, and more. Gah, they had so much frickin' stuff! It was so totally not fair that they wouldn't share it with me.
I mean, why not lend a defibrillator to an innocent looking ten year old like me? Hmm? I cackled, spotting a store room with its door left wide open. Holy moly, it was my lucky day! I hurried inside, knowing the nurse who'd left it open would be back again any second.
"Corinne, you are one seriously naughty girl." I told myself, and laughed like a loon. "Now, what treasure do we have here...?" I quickly went through the stuff on the shelves, pocketing various sealed packages and bottles. Then I unzipped my rucksack and stuffed loads more in there, constantly on the lookout for nurses.
Better not let Skylar ever find out about this. The shit would seriously hit the fan if she did. I took one last look at the supply closet, wishing I could take more, before darting out into the hallway again.
Oh, I was so ninja. I practically deserved an award!
I sprinted to the canteen and picked up a bottle of Diet Coke and some Galaxy chocolate for Sky, hoping it'd cheer her up. No matter how many times she shouted at me, she was still the closest thing to a big sister I had.
Memory's suddenly washed through my brain, painful and all too clear. Images of my home burning down, my mum and dad burnt alive. I'd only survived because I'd snuck out into the back garden in the dead of night, searching for earth worms.
I pushed the horrible memories into the back of my mind, locking them up good and tight, and thought of what experiments I'd be doing the next day. Oh, I was going to have so much fun. I started skipping again, ignoring the evil looks randomers kept giving me, and sung the theme tune to Coronation Street loud and clear in a high pitched voice.
** Skylar **
I knew something was up the moment Corinne came back, delivering a drink and some chocolate to me. Her huge smile made her look exceptionally angelic, but I'd known her for far too long. Far, far too long. Four years of her exploding things, swearing at grown-ups and stealing was enough time for me to have learnt many lessons about Corinne.
"Alright, what did you nick?" I demanded, looking her straight in the face. Her smile instantly dropped and she squirmed under my gaze.
"Nothing at all, Sky, I swear!" Her pleading voice would have made anyone else back off, but I kept on.
"Open the rucksack, now." This time she dropped the act and outright scowled at me, stomping her foot on the floor.
"Damn you!" She yelled, and ripped open her bright pink rucksack. I almost fainted.
She had half the drug cupboard in there, and more. Syringes that had never been opened, weird little devices for taking your pulse and countless bottles of pills, to name but a few things carefully stowed away inside the tiny rucksack.
"Shit..." Murmured a blond haired kid named Charlie. His brown eyes were huge with disbelief as he stared down into the bag with me.
"You got that right, kid." I zipped the bag back up and hid it under my bed for safe keeping. The twins had returned while we'd been staring at Corinne's loot, and I looked up at them expectantly. They had identical looks of confusion on their faces, but I totally ignored that for the time being.
"Find me some clothes. We've gotta get out of here."
