Siblings of Corona-B3:Life On the Road

Chapter 13

"Ugh! These are so rusted," Andrew muttered, pushing with all his strength.  He looked down.  To his dismay, they were only a third of the way to the water.  Perfect.

Varian gritted his teeth, pushing on his own.  His grip suddenly slipped and he fell face first into the boat with a loud yelp.  Immediately he clapped his good hand over his mouth as he looked at Andrew in fright.

The man tensed and looked up.  Nothing happened. He let out a sigh of relief only for two heads to pop over the edge of the boat into view.  Andrew and Varian looked up at them.

"Oh, look what we have here. Two stowaways." The Stabbingtons pulled a level, jerking the life boat back on top.  It went up so fast that Andrew lost his own footing and he fell on his back with a grunt. Two large hands grabbed either of them, dragging them out of the boat.

"Hey! Let us go!" Andrew snapped, yanking himself out of Patch's grip. The man shoved him to the ground, knocking the wind out of Andrew.

"No, stop," Varian cried.  He was struggling to free himself, but he wasn't strong enough to get out of Side Burn's grip.

"Shut up, you little brat.  Don't think we don't recognize you!" He gave Varian a hard shake, making the teen gasp.

Angrily, Varian stomped his heel onto his captor's toes, making the man howl.  His grip loosened enough where Varian broke free and made a run for it.  Unfortunately, he only made it three steps before he was stopped by a sword.  Slowly, he looked up, seeing it was Lady Caine.

"Isn't this a surprise," she said.

Side Burns slammed his fist into the side of Varian's head.  He screamed, landing on his side on the deck.  Groaning in pain, he rolled on his back and looked up.  Lady Caine raised her hand in front of Burnsy to stop him from kicking Varian.

"Long time no see, kid."

Varian didn't say anything.  Both from his head screaming in throbbing pain and just the fact that he wasn't certain what he could say. She suddenly pressed her sword on his neck and he was forced to lay as flat as possible to keep from getting nicked.

"Where you are, your stupid sisters aren't far.  Where are they?"

Varian pressed his lips tightly together.  Caine stomped her heel onto Varian's injured wrist and he let out a sharp gasp.

"Hey, stop-" Andrew was being held back by both brothers on either arm.  He struggled against them.  "He's just a kid!"

Caine on dug her heel deeper. "I'm only asking so many times, Varian."

"I don't know!"

"I don't believe that for a second." She raised her sword.

"We fell overboard in the storm.  No one else is here," Andrew quickly explained.  "Leave Varian alone."

Caine paused, thinking it over.  "Alright.  I believe you." She stepped off Varian and sheathed her sword.  Holding her hand out, she helped Varian shakily get back to his feet.  She tilted her head.  "Where's your sass?  Lost it when you fell in the ocean?"

"He's sea sick, stop bothering him," Andrew defended.

"Oh, yeah.  That's right.  You always had a weak stomach," Caine recalled.  She shrugged.  "If you feel like chucking, aim at the fake artist.  He gets on my nerves."

Varian didn't laugh at her joke, even if she did.  He only glared.

"What?  Are you still mad about what happened the last time we met?" She snorted.

"Well, do you want me to say, or will you shut me up like last time?" He retorted.

She smirked.  "There's that snark."