The S.T.F. Files, Book 1: S.T.F.

On The Open Road To Anywhere Again

Riza's POV

We got into the plane, and were ready to take off. Cleo and Damien sat in the cockpit with me, so We all were together, instead of me being solo flying the plane alone.  

"I don't wanna sound selfish," I say once we were successfully in air, now changed course to the small lead we had on Aly since the voices in my head told me that she was in trouble.  

I never liked the voices. But they seemed to haunt me even now, when I was trying to concentrate so I could fly this thing safely.  "I kinda miss the Stripper, and my co-pilot." 

"They're the same person" the moron mumbles. I nod.  

"I know, but he seemed like a total different person when he was up here." 

"What does Riza mean by different?" 

"Well, he was brave, honest, smart, and well....I never had someone who was like that before. No one would totally be honest with me." I pressed some buttons, swerving up to avoid a flock of geese.  

"Wait a minute, you like the Stripper a little, don't ya?" 

"I don't know," I reply, looking at my feet, which were bare, because of Miss. Shwiney the thief ninja little Mermaid's little fairy god mother act. I really needed to get some running shoes, or boots.  

"Riza, that's nothing you need to be so....you about. Its okay to like someone." really. Really. When you have to keep your head up just so everyone else doesn't do something stupid? I don't think so.  

Alagretto's POV 

"'Gretto! Who's this Reeza girl?" March asked, jumping up and down on my bed, while I sat on the floor, lighting candles, looking up at the celling. My parents still didn't know about my water 'issue', and probably would scold me for 'playing with fire'.  

But what did they know. I have been playing with fire caughs Riza for a while now, and I think she's coming out of her no-feelings shell.  

If she really wanted to scold me, she should scold Riza. Riza is never not playing with fire. When she's mad, I can see the flames dancing in her eyes as the turn from lavender to the color of flames. 

"It's Riza, and she's just one of my friends." I reply, putting the candles in dark corners of my room, having them light up the dark.  

"Can I see a picture of her?!?!"  

I pull out the picture the six of us got by the Eiffel tower. We were smiling, and having a good time.  

I point to the girl on the left who had hair as red as the little mermaid, "That's Cleo. But we call her Miss Shwiney the Thief Ninja. That actually is her natural hair color." My trembling finger moves to the guy to her left, "that's Damien, the Moron." as my whole hand trembles, it moves to point to the next person, "that's Riza. She's got an awefully long name" I skip over myself, and point to Aly, "That is Aly. There isn't much to say about her. And the guy next to her is the rapist Dimitri. He's not actually a rapist, but Cleo calls him that because he was trying to grab something in her pockets." I could've said way more things about all of them, but my body was trembling. I missed all of them. I didn't feel myself here. Not without them.  

Riza's POV  

I landed the plane in a field by the approximate location of Aly. The voices in my head had gotten louder, and I could feel her presence which was nearby. It got stronger as I walked toward a farmhouse.  

I left the other two to watch the plane, while I went and searched. I hoped that they didn't get into any trouble.  

I had put my spare pair of clothes on, consisting of tall tan boots topped with black jeans, a bright blue short sleeved shirt and my tan cropped jacket, which thankfully Cleo didn't change.  

I knocked on the farm house's front door, and a boy opened it. He had a flame thrower in his hand, and I almost lit mine on fire.  

"What is it that you want?" He asked.  

"My friend. She's in your house, I can feel it." I say, looking behind the flame thrower to see Aly bleeding, knocked out on the couch. I burst past him, grabbing Aly, using the little bit of power I had at the moment to heal her wounds.  

"How'd you-"  

"it doesn't matter" I bark, as Aly starts to wake up. "I thank you for taking good care of my friend, but we have somewhere important to get to, so we have to leave." I run out, carrying Aly, who was still trying to wake up. We make it to the plane, where I take off.  

Russia, here we come.