Above

48

Estelle
Cirus wakes up with a bloody nose, and she tells us all to get in the cars, and headed back to Canada. 
She wouldn't tell anybody why, but we were all respondent, packing up as quick as possible.
The time on the clock in the car read 3:54 AM, and September's practically asleep in the back, jerking awake every once in a while. 
"Daddy, speed up." Cirus says, looking behind us. 
"I don't want to get pulled over, that'll draw some attention." Leeciy coaxes. 
The only thing behind us was the car driven by Nigel, with Ned in the front, while Hetij and Ellis were in the back. 
Cirus falls asleep abruptly, so she was having another vision. 
She woke up moments later with another bloody nose. 
"What are the visions of?" I ask. 
"Someone leaked pictures of you and daddy kissing on the internet, Maverick tracked you down using the whole tracking rune, now they're coming after us. At this point, they're probably at the motel, breaking down our doors." Cirus rambles. "We have to get out of the United States." 
"That'll take like six hours." Leeciy says. "And we're no match, there's only like five of us that can fight." 
"Lexon." I say, looking back at Cirus. "Can you contact him?" 
Leeciy clenches his jaw but he knows that it's the best idea. 
Cirus nods, clenching her eyes shut, digging her nails into her leather seat. 
"You have summoned me." Lexon says. 
"We need your help, desperately."
She leans forward. "Oh?" 
"The US knows where we are and we have to get out of here, you're basically Pangaean Jesus, so please, tell us what to do." I beg. 
"I suppose I could send a jet out there." He offers. 
"A jet? Where are you?" I ask. 
"Taeron." Lexon says as if it's obvious. "The place in Siberia?" 
"Never heard of it." I say. 
"It's like an entire country of people like us." He says, before looking at September. "He's asleep." 
"That he is." I say. 
Lexon nods. "Expect us at the most unexpected moment." Then Cirus's body goes limp.
***
Yeeva
I break down the rotting pine door, which was stained an ugly maroon, expecting Estelle to be sleeping. 
But all that was there was messy beds and left-on-lights. 
Maverick sighs. "How did they know?" 
I think for a second. "That little runt." 
"The little runt?" 
"The white haired guy in the picture has a daughter who can tell the future sometimes." I sigh. "They're probably long gone by now." 
Maverick scoffs. "Then let's go after them." 
Ceder comes down, his tiny knives in between each of her fingers. "I can't find the cat and Mark can't find anyone." 
"That's because they left." I say. "They've got a psychic on their team." 
"Oh." Ceder says. "I'll tell Smith." 
"I'll go with you." I say. 
Ceder and I walk back to the SUV, our hands up so he knows not to fire. 
"They aren't here." I say, getting in the passenger seat and buckling up. "They've got a little psychic." 
Everyone else walks out, and gets in the car. 
Maverick points North. "They went that way." 
"We have to be certain." Mark says. 
"I am, trust me." 
So we go North, at 140 mph.
***
By 5:45, I'm driving, and Leeciy's sleeping. Everybody was just a little ahead of us, since we pulled over.
We're going at least 110 mph, and the radio was playing music softly. My eyes were on the gravel road, hoping not to come across any washboards, as that would be fatal, but not as fatal as being caught. 
September was fully awake now and his eyes were glued to the sky, looking for a jet. 
I look in the back mirror and a black SUV was gaining on us. 
This sent me into panic mode, which makes me slam on the gas. 
This jolt makes Leeciy wake up. "Pull over, I'll drive." 
"Kinda can't." I say, looking back up at the mirror. 
He looks back and sees the car. 
"Yeeva's in the front seat." He says. "Sorry, Neeva." He corrects. 
They maneuver the car so that it's front  is next to our front. 
"September, hold your sister." 
It was a slip of the tongue, but he seemed to get it. 
I turn left harshly, which sends their car spinning. I slam on the breaks then, turn forward again, flooring on the gas. 
Cirus was wide awake now. "What just happened?" 
"Calm down, Mom's a good driver." September says.
Must've been a slip of the tongue. 
***
Yeeva
Before we know it we're on our roof in a ditch. 
The amount of swear words leaving Smith's mouth is amazing, even to me, and avid swearer. 
"Sir, with all respect, why is she a better strategist than you?" John asks. 
"Shut your mouth blondie." Smith says, unbuckling his seat belt, falling against the ceiling. "Mark, John, Maverick, get out of the car, we're flipping this piece of shit back over."
The all mirror his actions, before getting out. 
In about five minutes, we're back on the road, as fast as we can go, which was now lacking, since one of our tires was punctured.
Ceder was sitting in the back, cutting little x's into her fingertips with the sharper knives she brought, Maverick was sulking, Mark was staring into space, which isn't surprising because he was genetically engineered to be a soldier, not a socialite. John was biting his nails, looking out the window, probably at the sunrise, which most people would describe as beautiful, but the bright colors alone make me want to throw up. Smith was driving, his eyes trained on the road, and his fists un-clenching and re-clenching around the steering wheel. 
I look up at the ceiling, thinking of Michoon, which was one of the only things that seem to make me happy. I take a small cloth square out of my pocket, which was cut from his shirt before we burned him, and I press it to my nose.
It makes me wonder if anyone will cut a cloth from my body.