• CHAPTER 3- CLARK
    Clark saw a black motorcycle pull across the road from him and around a corner. He looked. The rider definitely was definitely a girl, but she had blonde hair, not black.
    Since the last time he e-mailed ‘The Protection’ he had his eyes peeled for a 6’ tall woman, about 20, and with black hair. The Protection’s most striking features. Clark began to walk down the street again toward the Safeway for his monotonous job for the next hour and ½. He only worked at Safeway was because he needed something to do with the last summer he had to even live in the town of Arlington. Clark was putting on his Safeway apron and went to his register.
    “Excuse me, are you Clark?” a woman of about 20 asked.
    “Yeah. At least, that’s what the nametag says,” Clark said, trying to be funny.
    “When’s your break?” She asked without so much as a polite smile.
    “Um, why do you ask?” Clark asked suspiciously.
    “Oh, I just wanted to talk to you later,” said the woman.
    “Why?” Clark asked, because even he knew never to meet with strangers.
    “I know who the protection is. Don’t you want to know?” She said leaning in toward Clark, like she was telling him a secret, and in a way she was.
    “Wh- ho- do- Yes I do,” Clark said. Even though he was seriously suspicious of the whole operation, “I guess.”
    “So when’s your break?” She implored of him again.
    “Uh, um, uh, my break?” Clark said stumbling because he just realized how cute the woman he was talking to was. “It’s at ah, oh, damn, 9:15. I think,”
    “Finally. I’ll be at the fireworks tent, behind it most likely,” She told him. Then, she turned and walked out of the store and across the parking lot.
    Well, that was really weird. Maybe I shouldn’t go meet her, I mean it could be some kind of weird trap. But again, she may know who the protection really is and I could track her down and tell her to stop keeping track of my every move. It’s all really weird. Clark thought. All of a sudden his phone rang. He had forgotten to turn it off, again. “Sorry,” he said to the woman he was checking out after his little fiasco with that other lady. Quickly he scanned the rest of her items and sputtered out the farewell line that all cashiers had to say, “Thank you for choosing Safeway, please come again.” By the time he had done that it was 9:15. Break time.
    As Clark started across the parking lot he pulled out his cell phone. 1 new text message, read his menu when he flipped it open. The text said
    Clark, Clark, Clark, Clark.
    Why do you do this to me?? Now I have to find you. Then you’ll know who I am and Mr. Goldman will kill me. Thanks and it was nice spying on you.
    The Protection/ Now I guess I’m also the Resistance
    Clark was freaked out. Even though he was dealing with somebody who was only one year older than him he was scared that The Protection/Resistance could and was going to hurt him in some way shape or form.

    CHAPTER 4- KIKI
    Dammit, Clark. Why do you feel the necessity to get mixed up with Clarabelle? Why, why would you do this to me. Now I have to go out and be the ‘hero’ everyone expects it, but could I do it to my own… Yes I have to. She chose the wrong side to be fighting for.
    She sped around to the Safeway, carefully because she had ditched the blonde wig and was going all natural. As soon as she sped in, she saw him standing like the idiot he was staring at his phone on the ground.
    I should do it now before Clarabelle gets in the way………… No, I will only swing in and be the Resistance if I have to. Otherwise I’ll be without a job and on the streets, again.
    She chose a parking spot near to the TNT tent and sat back to watch. Sure enough, Clark came sauntering up to the tent and slowly edged around to the back.
    Show time.
    Kiki slowly rode closer to the tent on the road and got up. She moved up to the rode to look like she was looking for something. Finally she turned around. The scene was just as she imagined it. Clarabelle all dressed up like the slut she was. She was wearing a pink lace up in the frond tube top and a mini-mini skirt. She was advancing on to him trying to get him into a make out session so that she could knock him out and drag him back to Veranda, her true lover. Kiki jogged back over to her bike and started it up. She began riding it down towards them. Clark pushed Clarabelle down and ran back a ways.
    Clarabelle got up and growled at Clark. He just made a really big mistake; Kiki sped down the hill and drifted to a stop in between them. “Ah! Perfect, now Veranda will get two meals tonight!” Clarabelle said with a snarl in her voice. Quickly Kiki jumped off of her motorcycle and tackled Clara punching her face several times before Clara pushed her off.
    “You’ve slowed down a bit! “ Kiki said as she jumped on to Clara again and smashed her head into the pavement. Then, Kiki rolled off of Clara and jumped on to her Triumph motorcycle. “Get on and Hang on!” Kiki shouted at Clark. Clark ran to it and jumped on; they sped away, taking back roads that Clark wasn’t familiar with.
    Finally, they stopped at a large building that Kiki now called home. The Protection headquarters. Boy oh boy! Am I in trouble! They do tell me to protect him and technically this is protecting him, I guess, in a way. A sick, twisted, diabolical way to protect him. I guess. Maybe. Maybe not. Kiki thought as she sped through the security post that was unoccupied. She swung into a parking spot. “Get off,” Kiki said edgily trying to think of a way to get Clark up to her apartment without anyone seeing him. “Why do you trust people so easily? Why, why, why, why now I have to get you to my apartment without anyone seeing you! Do you know how hard it is going to do that? No, obviously you don’t otherwise you wouldn’t go mingling with people like Clarabelle-“
    “What are you talking about? Who are you? Where are we? Who is Clarabelle? Why am I here?” Clark demanded from Kiki.
    “One question at a time; I’ll start with who am I. Since I’m already breaking everything I ‘learned’ in training. I am Kiki Parsons a.k.a. The Protection a.k.a. The Resistance,” Kiki said quietly.
    “What I don’t understand,” Clark said “Ugh! Where are we? Easy; we are at Protection headquarters. Now I’ll answer the rest in the apartment,” Kiki said frustrated. She grabbed Clark’s hand because she knew he wouldn’t follow other wise. They ran through the back door and up several staircases. Kiki was about to turn a corner when she ducked back and behind the wall. “Dammit! My boss is down there and we have to go down there to get to my apartment! Okay, I got it. Pretend that you’re my boyfriend, okay?”
    “Um, how do I do that?” Clark asked.
    “What? You don’t know how to pretend to be a boyfriend? Um, alright, all you have to do is, um, hold my hand and smile and we have to walk real close together and pretend to whisper things to me. Preferably funny things,” Kiki explained. “And your name will be Johnny. Okay?”