Living on a Few Dreams //BajanCanadianxOC Fanfiction//

The Hijack Part 1

This is the epic moment after callbacks you've all been waiting for... Prepare for the beginning of Phase 1... I'll reveal what the phases are sooner or later.  ;)

Ray POV

The Los Angeles sun shone down on the tour bus, creating grins on the faces of most tourists visiting the city. However, for the cast of Hit List, Clara, Laurel, and I, that bus trip would be a time to remember.

"This is gonna be the best day of my life!" Clara cheered, singing the American Authors' single. I chuckled, noticing a girl staring at us, although strands of long slightly curled auburn hair covered the left side of her face. Not daring to take another look back at the girl, I turned back to Laurel and Clara.

"Oh! Clara!" Laurel declared, "Let me play the music from my iPod so we can all sing to it, okay?"

"Of course!" Clara replied, basking in her sunlit glory. "These rays are doing good for my tan. Don't you think… Ray?" She burst out laughing.

"Not funny you guys," I growled, smirking.

"What's not funny about that?"

I was taken aback by her dumb query. "Are you drunk or something?"

"No!" Clara yelled, "I am not drunk! I'm just naturally crazy."

"Well," Laurel giggled, "That explains everything."

I laughed, "You literally took the words out of my mouth!"

"Are you gonna play that music or not?!" Clara demanded, leading Laurel to quickly pull out her device and bring up the music. As she was about to hit the play button, the bus came to a halt. I glanced behind my shoulder to find the girl from earlier standing, clearly revealing a prosthetic right arm. Widening my eyes, I bit my lip and peered towards Laurel, who hung onto Clara's arm like a teddy bear.

"What's going on?" Laurel whispered. Her voice shook and her breath heavy. I was scared too, but I obvious didn't show. Neither did Clara, but I questioned if she was even scared at all.

"I don't know," I replied. Fixing my posture, I leapt onto my feet and begun to tiptoe away from the girls. "I'm gonna go see what's up. Be right back."

"Okay," Clara groaned, glaring down at a frightened Laurel and trying to shake her off.

Meanwhile, I stepped down to the bottom level of the tour bus from the second to find tourists being escorted off by a masked figure in all black. I could tell it was a male by the build of his body and the pressure he forced on the innocent bystanders. Afraid he would find me, I stood my ground and hid behind a metal pole stationed near the stairs. I occasionally peeked out from the pole to find less and less people still on the bus. Once the whole floor cleared, the area revealed only the driver, tied up and strapped to his chair, and two masked figures, one: the man, and another: a young lady, also masked. Nervous, I raced back up the stairs. I was positive at least the man heard my footsteps and motioned for the lady to follow him to the second floor.

My foot touched the floor of the bus roof and I quickly motioned for all of the remaining passengers to lower themselves. There only were six girls, including me, Laurel, Clara, and the girl with the fake arm. One other had dark brown curly hair and shimmering bright blue eyes, and her friend, at least as what I could tell, had close to the same features but a lighter hair color and darker eye color, most likely grey or navy blue. They all ducked on command, fearing for their lives. I rushed back to my friends, hiding underneath the bus benches.

The duo in the masks soon reached the top of the tour bus, looking around for any signs of people. I held my breath as the girl passed me, and covered Laurel's mouth to stop her from crying out. Clara seemed confused, not nervous as she noticed the girl. She tapped me on the shoulder, and pointed to the girl, making an impression as if she knew her from somewhere. Laurel's affection transferred to me when she realized that Clara didn't react, and clung onto my arm. Attempting to get her grasp off of me, I accidentally banged my hand on the metal of the seat, revealing my location to the man. He grabbed my arm and dragged me out, forcing me to stand up. I tried to scream, but he enclose my mouth with duct tape and wrapped the tape around my wrists as well. He ordered me to sit on a bench while him and the girl continued searching. I managed to find sight of Laurel and Clara, finally fearful for not only themselves but me too. My head collided with the back of the metal bench, creating a ringing noise.