Second story! Woot! I don't own the movie, only this story ant the three OC's within. Review!

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Are we there yet?"

"NO! Quit freaking asking me!" Josh shouted, slamming a hand on the dashboard. I giggled.

"You know, you shouldn't take your frustrations out on Bessy, you'll upset her." He rolled his eyes, muttering, "I still can't believe you named your damn car Betsy."

"It's Bessy, jackass!" I smacked him in the shoulder.

"Ow! Don't hit the driver!" He leaned out of my reach, hunching his shoulders. "Crazy woman."

I grinned and laid my head back on the seat, looking out the window at the barren wasteland. My brother Josh, my best friend Pic, and I were on our way to our parents house for the holidays. I had flown in about a week ago to my older brothers from New York, and we planned on spending some time with our parents. I hadn't seen them in a year, not by choice of course. I was in college studying to be a professional photographer, and I hardly had time to call. And I couldn't figure out the damn web cam on my laptop.

The snoring from the back seat made me smile. Pic was such a heavy sleeper. The world could end and she wouldn't know. I turned around in my seat and reached over to poked her face, snickering at the mumbling she was doing. Her blue and grey striped beanie was sideways on her head, and her cropped blonde hair was in tangles. She certainly was a sight to behold. I peeked over my shoulder and flicked Josh on the elbow, nodding toward Pic when he looked at me in the rear view mirror. He grinned, looking at his sleeping girlfriend as I sat back in my seat. He reached an arm back and began shaking her leg to wake her up. I was about to start up the "are we there yet?" conversation when I screamed at the figure standing in the middle of the road, appearing out of nowhere.

"Josh watch it!" Josh whipped his head back to the road and slammed on the brake. I could feel Pic hit the back of my seat as we were all lurched forward from the sudden stop.

"What gives?" Pic mumbled, leaning up between our seats. She stopped short when she caught sight of the person standing infront of the car. Josh and me where staring open mouthed at the person, and exchanged glances.

Pic found her voice and asked, "Who.. Who is that?" I shrugged and Josh shook his head, his shaggy black hair swaying from the movement. "I didn't even see him. I nearly hit him." The person hadn't even reacted.

This doesn't feel right. I squinted against the sun at the figure. They were male, with a grey hoodie and dark jeans. The hood was up and I could barely make out the guys face, but he looked young. Maybe around fifteen. He was just standing there, staring at us with his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.

"Maybe he needs help?" Josh offered, looking from me to Pic.

"I'm gonna see if he needs help." Josh decided, unbuckling his seat belt and turning the car off. I grabbed his sleeve. "No Josh, don't. I don't like the feel I'm getting from this dude."

"I don't like it either." Pic said, clutching his arm.

"He could be hurt." Josh insisted. I shook my head. "If he was hurt he would be shouting or something, and he has yet to even move. Please, don't go out there."

"Yeah," Pic agreed, "What if he has a weapon. He could be some sort of psycho or mass murder or a retale salesmen." I lifted my eyebrow at her. "What? They're freaky."

Josh rolled his eyes and said, "Fine. Then what should we do." I started to roll down my window a crack.

"Kat what the hell are you doing!?" Pic whispered frantically.

"Relax, I'm just gonna ask if something's wrong and if he is a psycho then Josh will take off before he can hurt us. Right?" I looked at Josh expectantly. He had this wide eyed look like he use to get when he was caught doing something he shouldn't by our dad. He gulped and nodded, then put his seatbelt back on. I lifted up to speak through the opening to the stranger.

"Uh, hey, you lost or something?" The guy cocked his head at me. I tried again. "We could call someone for you, do you need help?" The dude smirked, and slowly started to walked toward my side. Oh shit.

"Uh, Josh." I said shakily, rolling up the window. I could hear him fidgeting with the keys. The guy trailed a finger up along the hood of the car, and I noticed something wet glistening in a line from where he touched the car. Blood.

"Josh." I said again, firmer this time. The strange guy was now standing in front of my window, grinning now.

"Quit fucking around Josh!" Pic shouted at him, taking hold of my arm. The kid leaned in close to the window and said in a scary as hell voice, "I've been looking for you, Guardian."

Before I could fully process what he said the window shattered and he had a hold of me.

"Kat no!" Pic and Josh scrambled to get me. The lunatic was trying to pull me from the car! I felt arms around my waist pulling me back and heard Pic screaming at Josh to get the car started as I tried to beat off the kid. He hissed at me, literally hissed at me, and bared his teeth. What made me scream bloody murder wasn't the way he was acting, although that did scare the shit out of me, it was the shark-like teeth he had in place of normal ones. His eyes turned pitch black and he tried biting my neck. I punched him in the face hard enough that he stumbled away and I threw myself back inside the car.

"Josh get us the fuck out of here!" Pic shrieked, holding onto me as I hyperventilating.

"Shitshitshit!" Josh chanted as he struggled to fit the key in the ignition. The freak with the teeth was back and clawing at my legs. I got up and tried to push him away as Pic tried to pry his hands off.

"Aha!" Josh shouted behind me and the car revved to life. I felt the car jerk forward and I was ripped away from the psycho. He let out an eerie wail and took of after us.

"Oh my god! Josh go faster!" I yelled, watching in horror as the stranger ran fast enough to swipe at the trunk of the car. Pic screamed and crouched down on the floor, covering her head. "Josh!"

"I know!" He increased the speed and we were flying. I didn't stop looking back even after I couldn't see the kid anymore.

"Josh." I said carefully, tearing my eyes from the rear window to look at him. He looked scared as hell, which frightened me more because it solidified what happened. There was no dismissing it as my mind playing tricks on me. It was real.

"Josh." I repeated, setting my hand on his shoulder. He jumped and looked at me. "I think you can slow down, I don't see him anywhere." He nodded and slowed some. He glanced down at my hand.

"He hurt you." I looked at the long cuts from my forearm to my hand. They didn't look too deep, but they stung pretty good now that the adrenaline was wearing off. Pic sat up in the seat and wiped her eyes.

Sniffling she said, "I think there may be a first aid kit in the glove box." I nodded and opened it, pulling out the kit.

"Here, um, can you help with this?" I asked Pic, handing her the kit. She nodded and opened it.

"What the hell was that thing?" Josh whispered, his hands tightening on the steering wheel.

"I don't know." I sighed.

"Are you ok?" he asked, turning his head to me. I nodded, now on the verge of tears.

"Yeah. Just don't stop." He nodded and patted my knee.

"Babe? You ok?" he asked Pic, looking at her in the rearview. She gave a weak smile as she bandaged my arm.

"I'm fine. Just freaked the fuck out. Did you see that guy's teeth?"

"He tried to bite my throat out, of course I did. And his eyes." I shuddered. "I'm so gonna have nightmares about that."

"We need to tell someone about this. Maybe he's a wanted criminal, being that crazy he has to be." Josh said determined. I closed my eyes.

"I don't remember seeing Jaws on the FBI's Most Wanted."

"Maybe he's an escaped lab rat from some secret government organization, like Area 51. I mean, you don't just see people like him everyday." Pic chimed in, finished with wrapping my arm. "That's the last of the gauze, so no one cut an artery till we get back to civilization." I smiled at her attempt to lighten the mood.

"I still think we need to tell someone." Josh pressed. "Call someone, like the police. Tell them there's a crazy science experiment with jacked up teeth on the loose."

I pulled out my cellphone. "Uh, how about I leave that stuff out. Ya know, so they don't think I'm some high as fuck prank caller." I dialed 911 and listened to the rings.

"We're sorry, but the number you have reached has temporarily been disconnected."

"That's not something I wanna hear." I said as I looked at the phone.

"What? What is it?" Josh asked, flashing me an alarmed look. I put the phone on speaker.

"Temporarily disconnected? It's the fucking police they can't disconnect!" Pic shouted in disbelief.

"Try our parents." Josh offered. I dialed in our parents number and listened.

"Nothing. Not even a ring."

"Ok, now I'm starting to panic." Pic said, biting the sleeve of her jacket.

I threw my hands up. "What in the fuck is going on here? First Jaws, now this? What's next, the apocalypse?!"

Pic threw a hand over my mouth. "If you jinx us I swear I will end you."

"Both of you calm down." Josh scolded us. "Look, there's a sign for a diner about a mile up, we can get help there. Maybe someone knows something."

"Fine." I crossed my arms over my chest and read the sign as we drove past. Paradise Falls? Why did my stomach just drop?

"I've been looking for you, Guardian."

Why did he call me that? It makes no sense. I happened to look at the gas meter then. Almost empty. What deity did we piss off to deserve this shit? "We need to get gas." I said out loud, pointing to the meter. Josh rolled his eyes.

"Great. Just one more thing to ruin this trip."

It wasn't long till we were pulling up to one of the pumps in front of the diner. The name of the place was on the roof as a big neon sign. There were trailers out in the back and looked like someone with kids lived here as well. There were already a few cars, but it was so damn quiet. Too quiet, like we were being watched.

"This...does not look promising." Pic spoke first as we all peered at the diner through the windows. I noticed a cop car and pointed it out. "Look, the cops are already here."

"L.A.P.D? All the way out here? This isn't even in their jurisdiction." Pic said doubtfully, looking around. Josh unbuckled his seatbelt and made to unlock the door when the door of the diner burst open and a bunch of men carrying guns pointed at us ran out.

"What in the actual fuck?" I nearly shouted, slapping a hand over my eyes.

"Outta the car!" One of the men yelled at us, motioning with his shotgun. "I said out!"

"Ok, ok." Josh said in an attempt to calm them all down. He nodded to us to follow.

"Hands where we can see them." And older looking black man with some sort of hook demanded, but not as harshly. We all slowly exited the car with our hands up. I looked over the men in front of us. The man who shouted at us looked to be about in his late forties maybe, and the gentleman with the hook looked about the oldest of the group. There was another black guy, younger than the first two guys. The most intimidating man was also pointing a shotgun at us, with a military haircut. If there is anyone in this ragtag group of dudes who killed a man, it's that guy. The youngest looked close to my age, maybe younger. I did mention that they had guns pointed at us, right?

"Show us your teeth!"

Show you our what? "Uh," I dumbly asked, "What?"

"Show us you goddamn teeth!" The forty something year old shouted at us once again with a jab of his gun. Josh attempted to calm him down some. "Listen, we're not here to hurt anyone. We just- "

The man brought his gun straight up to Josh's face and said, "I won't ask you again." I got pissed instantly.

"Get your goddamn gun out of my brother's face, 'fore I come over this car and slap the fuck outta you! Understand?" I was glaring daggers at the older man till he dropped the gun down. I could hear Pic snickering. The oldest of the group, the man with the hook, decided to talk then.

"Alright, alright. Let's just calm down for a second." He put a hand on the first guys shoulder. "Let 'em go, Bob." The man, Bob, gave the older gentleman an incredulous look, but nodded to the rest of them to lower their guns. After each gun was no longer pointed at our heads did we relax some.

"So can we speak, or are you gonna flip out again?" Pic asked, crossing her arms. Bob rolled his eyes as the man with the hook spoke.

"Sorry there, folks. We normally don't behave like that, but after what we just went through you can never be to safe." That caught our attention.

"What happened?" Josh asked.

"Some old bitch with knives for teeth came 'n climbed on the fucking ceiling. Tore a guy's throat out." The younger black guy explained.

"Holy shit." Pic whispered, covering her mouth with her hand. Wait, shark teeth?

"You said she had weird teeth?"

"The definition of weird teeth." Bob added.

I looked over at Josh. "Sounds just like our friend Jaws."

"Who?" The youngest of the guys asked.

"You people aren't the only one's who've had a rough day." I said as I held up my bandaged arm. They all stared wide eyed at it, except for military dude. And the chances of him having killed a man increase.

"We were attacked maybe a hundred miles down the road by this guy with black eyes and shark-like teeth. Tried to tear my sister from the car and damn near ripped her arm off." Josh explained as I walked over to stand next to him.

"That's why we came here. We needed to let someone know what the hell happened." Pic said, adding in, "And we needed gas."

"Did you kill it?" military dude finally asked, breaking his silence.

I gapped at him. "It was just some kid, couldn't have been older than fifteen! Of course we didn't kill him!"

"We out ran him. Didn't stop till we saw this place." Josh intervened, taking hold of my shoulder. "Calm down." he whispered to me. I crossed my arms. Stupid military jackass. Said jackass gave me a hard look before staring out into the desert.

"We need to get back inside. Now." Everybody started to head back then. Josh, Pic, and I all gave each other clueless expressions and moved to get back in the car.

"You three, in here." The military guy called to us, standing near the entrance of the diner.

"But we need to get help- "Josh started but the guy cut him off.

"It's too dangerous to be out on the roads, you'll need to stay with us."

"But we need help." I said, getting impatient.

He gave me that hard look again and responded, "Trust me, by the time you get to the city it'll be too late." And with that he walked inside.

"Too late?" I repeated quietly.

Josh shrugged and said, "I think we stand a better chance with the guys with guns than out on the road." Pic agreed and I sighed but nodded along anyway. We all headed inside the diner. Oh, boy, this is gonna suck.

When we entered the diner we saw there where more people there. A very pregnant women wearing a waitresses apron was standing off to the side near a not too festive christmas tree. I heard sobbing and turned to see a family crouched on the ground. A mother and daughter, who was in her teens, were crying and holding who I assumed was the man who had his throat bitten out. He had it wrapped in some old towels and I suddenly felt bad that I had used the last of our gauze. The blood that was everywhere, even on the ceiling, made me cringe.

"Hey what were your names again?" Bob asked us once the door was locked.

"We didn't give 'em." I deadpanned.

He huffed and asked sarcastically, "Well, do you mind telling us?" Josh answered him.

"I'm Josh," He pointed to us in turn, "This is my girlfriend Picrica, and my sister Katherina. Or just Pic and Kat." Pic gave a two fingered salute. The guy with the hook gave the names of everyone in the diner.

"I'm Percy. You've, uh, already met Bob." I waved to Bob and he rolled his eyes. "That family there is Sandra and Howard, their daughter Audrey. Charlie's name of the waitress." The wife was preoccupied with her husband, but Audrey gave us a hey along with Charlie. I will not point out that she has a guy's name, I will not.

"That's an interesting name."

DAMN IT!

She smirked and said, "I get that a lot."

"Me too!" Pic announced in awe. Percy cleared his throat.

"Moving on. This here is Bob's son Jeep." Jeep? What's with the odd as hell names. "That's Kyle, and the gentleman who ushered you all in here is Michael." Kyle nodded to us.

"Hey." Jeep greeted with a wave.

"Well now that introductions are over, can I ask why that man isn't in a fucking hospital?" Pic said, pointing to the dying Howard. Everybody got this ashen look on their face, except for Michael once again. He's really freaking me out.

"We tried, but there was this huge cloud made of flies and we couldn't make it." Audrey spoke up tearfully when no one else would.

"A cloud made of flies? We didn't see that." Josh said, biting his lips.

"Ok.. So what-"

"Here." Micheal handed us each a gun, interrupting me. I stared at the sidearm that was thrust into my hand. Oh fuck no.

"Um, what the hell?" I asked, looking at Michael like he lost his mind. More than likely.

"You'll need it." he replied with a wink. I'm gonna die. No, I'm gonna kill him and then I'm gonna die.

"Are you fucking serious?"

"Hey, uh, I never shot a gun before." Pic interjected, gingerly holding the weapon between two fingers. Josh immediately set her hands correctly on the gun.

"Lesson number one, never hold it like that." I slapped my forehead. We are all gonna die. No sooner did I think that thought the lights went out. Most of the females, including myself, screamed.

"What the fuck now?!" Josh asked exasperated.

"Everybody stay calm!" Percy said. Once my eyes adjusted I could make out Kyle in the dark.

"Kay, we locked in here so what the fuck we doin' now?" he asked Michael.

Michael looked up to the ceiling. "The roof. We'll be able to see what's approaching from there." He headed towards the back. "I'll need anyone who can shoot up with me." I looked to Josh with a cocked eyebrow. "I can shoot."

His eyes widened. "Kat, no. I know what you're thinking. Don't." I jumped up and hurried to the back.

"Kat!"

I just about made it to the stairs when Michael caught me. "No, you stay here." he said calmly, which of course irritated the crap out of me.

"What, why? It's because I'm a chick, isn't it?" I accused with my hands on my hips, glaring up at him. Damn him and his tallness.

He smirked and shook his head. "Because I need you to protect Charlie while I'm gone." I lifted my eyebrows and glanced at Charlie. Must be his baby then. Damn. Wait, what? I shook the thoughts out and nodded sullenly.

"Whatever. Guess I'll be Terminator some other time." I told him with a defeated sigh.

I started to walk back but he stopped me, saying, "Oh, and one more thing. Try not to do anything reckless."

I lifted an eyebrow, but he just smiled and went up to the roof. Reckless? Me? Noooo.

My eyes landed on Charlie and her swollen belly as I continued my trek back. What makes him think I can protect her?

"Good news!" I said with mock enthusiasm as I approached her. "I'm you're new best friend!"

"Huh?" Was her only response.

"Never mind, just try not to stress yourself out."

"Will do."

"Hey," Pic suddenly spoke, getting up from the booth she had been sitting in with Josh. "Do you guys hear an ice-cream truck?"