When the steering wheel seemed to lock, Nate furrowed his brow. An expression that looked odd on the face of someone who was usually always smiling. Nate didn't like losing control of any situation and that was literally what was happening here. It took him a minute to realize that it was more than just a mechanical problem and he didn't notice the message until Jennifer pointed it out. It was only then that things clicked into place for him. Someone was pulling their strings. Trying to direct them like puppets and Nate didn't like that at all. If he hadn't already been planning to head to Harlan, he may well have turned the car around and gone in the opposite direction, simply to spite whoever it was.

When JJ asked if Michaels was behind it, Nate didn't even give the idea a second thought. "Freddy's more sneaky than actual smart." he practically muttered as he tapped at the message with his finger. "I'm surprised he can work a toaster."

Nate's finger unconsciously came to rest under Elijah Craigh's name as he split his focus between that and the road. He did know this man. They had met once or twice. Even shared a beer or two. He had aslo heard stories. Tales of the whirlwind of shit and death Craigh had kicked up on the battlefield. The man was a fucking death machine. A servant of the reaper himself...if you believed the stories the grunts in the military told. Nate was inclined to believe they were exaggerated tales but at the same time was reluctant to get involved with someone with such a reputation. He was not a fan of Eli Craigh. But then again, the answers he was seeking seemed to lie in Harlan with Craigh, so Nate had little other choice.

All at once, Nate felt the adrenaline of their escape wear off and his body began to ache again. With his left hand on the wheel, he wrapped his right around his ribs and winced. He vaguely heard JJ and Vin say something about food. Food was the last thing on Nate's mind right now and he had no plans to stop, no matter how much they begged. When Vin told Jennifer her hair smelled nice, Nate looked visibly repulsed by the comment. But it only got worse when Vin suggested he should have joined her in the shower.

"I swear to god, if you two start making out, I will drive us straight into the nearest tree" he informed both of them, only half joking.

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"No, no need to do that," she said, cutting Nate off. Jennifer turned around to face Vin. "Your eagerness to save the Earth is a turn-on, really, but let's play Captain Planet later when the kid isn't around." She gave him a smile before facing forward again, taking off the hat as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"Are you okay?" Jennifer finally asked. She'd noticed a couple of times that Nate was in pain, and someone like him wouldn't be showing it unless it was something serious. "What happened to you after you left my apartment? I mean, I'm a little concerned right now because we have to go face whatever the hell is waiting for us in Harlan and if you're not 100% healthy, then the odds are against us."

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When Jennifer asked Nate if he was okay, he tried to smile but it ended up looking more like a wince than anything else. "Just partied a little too hard with some friends." he informed her, leaving out the part where he almost died in a car crash. Nat wasn't really one for admitting when he was in pain. It was behavior that went all the way back to his childhood. His parents were generally too busy working to really be around which meant that Nate's older sister was usually one taking care of him when he was young. Nate was aware of how much Ellie had to deal with on her own so would usually pretend to be just fine even when he wasn't. Eventually, he developed the attitude of self sufficiency that he had today. He acted like being any less than 100% was the worst thing possible. Like he somehow wasn't doing a good enough job of holding himself together. To Nate, admitting that he needed help was almost as bad as admitting defeat.

But when he shifted in his seat and he felt a jolt of pain shoot through his abdomen, he had to reconsider his tendencies. JJ did have a point after all, though he was loath to admit it. They were likely heading into a shitstorm and neither JJ nor Vin were trained to deal with the kinds of situations they might find there. Nate was, and it made very little sense for him to go in so hurt. Especially when the woman sitting next to him was capable of healing him. He knew what he had to do but he hated that he had to do it.

Swallowing down all of his dislike of JJ and a large chunk of his pride, he said "Alright I'm hurt pretty bad. I definitely have a couple of cracked ribs and some bruising and may or may not have a concussion...Maybe some internal bleeding too." He paused for a long moment with his mouth open as he fought to wrap his lips around the words he was about to say. "I guess...if you could do that thing you do with your hands...The healing thing. Not the other thing...It would be...beneficial...To me..." He paused for another long second like he was going to say something else but then closed his mouth. He just couldn't bring himself to use the words "Help me."

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"Nate..." Jennifer sighed, immediately conflicted between helping her...acquaintance, or saving herself a hell of a lot of pain. But she had been dutifully loyal to the team up to now, right? She helped Vince without even knowing his name or why the hell he was there, and she healed Nate's cut, even though it was a deliberate stunt to test her ability. Regardless, she had sacrificed so much in just 24 hours.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea..."

On the other hand, the team did need him to be fully functional. He was the brawn of the team, with maybe some of the brain on the side, and they couldn't afford to lose him. Not yet.

"It's not you, it's me," she finally added, trying to lighten up the situation even though it may make him lose his mind. But, she did have a point. That disabling headache she got in the jail cell didn't occur by chance. No, something was wrong, or had been wrong with her, and she couldn't afford to take any chances, not for now anyway. "I can't risk saving you from some of your internal injuries and kill myself in the process. You're asking too much from me, I'm sorry."

She bit her lip in anticipation of what he might say, or do...

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“Captain Planet, eh? Now we’re talking.” He smirked, and then raised an eyebrow. “Wait, didn’t he have mullet?”

Vin leaned back just as Jennifer brushed her fingers through her hair. “Tease.” He mumbled under his breath, turning his face toward the side window to distract himself for the moment.

He couldn’t help but to listen in, however, to Nate opening up to Jennifer. So...numbnuts does have a soft side afterall. He mused, smiling to himself, but also feeling bad for the fact that his ideas of Nate became so skewed, so misunderstood. The guy is finally admitting that he’s just as fucked up as the rest of the group, and why in the world would he betray them? Maybe Jennifer knew something more about him than Vincent did, something more to the story perhaps. Sadly however, as Nate mentioned all the pain and wounds he was currently harboring, the only thing that popped out of Vin’s mouth was...

“Well fuck, there goes dinner…”

Realizing that was a dick move, he really wanted to take that comment back, or he hoped no one was paying attention. He was surprised, however, when Jennifer refused to heal Nate, knowing that her gift was probably the only thing that would help him to fully recover that much quicker. But, Vin also knew the toll it took on her mind and her health, and the risk of losing her through her healing powers was probably much higher due to the nature of Nate’s ailments. Of course, if Nate was wounded this badly, then he also shouldn’t be driving a car.

“By the way Nate...do you want me to drive the rest of...well, wherever it is we’re going? At least then you can rest in the back seat here. There is a shit load of room if you haven’t noticed.”

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"The Lion will roar and the Morning Star will rise!", Danny said as he crawled away. It was the second time today Eli had heard that. He wanted so bad to chase Danny and make him answer for that but it was too late and right now it didn't matter. Elijah would get his answers, just not right now.

Eli watched as Danny did what he could to get away. The sweet smell of honey was in the air. It was something that Eli always kept with him. He'd sooner loose ammo than give up honey. It was nature's best antiseptic, nothing can live in honey, no infections can grow or fester.

"He's gonna come back. It'll be a week or two... Maybe. But he's gonna come back and try to kill us all." Elijah said to Eric Miller. The gravity of the day was starting to hit Eli. In the last twelve hours he had killed what? Five or six people? They were all shit bags and most people would agree the hills were better off without them but still, this wasn't something that Limehouse was sweep under the rug. If Eli was gonna get his answers he was going to have to run. Christi, the poor girl was going to have to do the same. Her father had it coming, the whole County knew it but Danny was gonna sing a song that said it was in cold blood. Elijah's shooting his friends... Well that could be argued.

Eli grabbed Eric and pulled him away from the cave. It was a conversation he didn't want Christi to hear. "Eric, I'm not going to lie to you. I killed them boys and I don't know how, but I think I set them on fire. There's something really crazy going on around here. It's a bad situation Eric, and you gotta make a choice. You can back to Limehouse and you'll be fine. I won't blame you one bit, just be ready for Danny, he will come back and he ain't bringing supper." Eli didn't know what else to tell Eric. He wasn't going to stop Eric from doing what was right by him.

It was then a sound came from his backpack. One that worried him greatly as there couldn't he more than ten to people who had that number.. Eli left Eric Miller's side and got to his satellite phone.

There was an kindly, grand fatherly voice in the other end. "Mr. Craigh, it's been along time. I believe it was Bosnia when last we spoke. I've long wondered how you've been after Adalida left you. I know you won't ask, but she's doing well. Terrible what happened to your child. My condolences, I was at the funeral. I thought it was best to not make myself know." A smile came a cross the face of the The Genesis.

Shock came a cross the face of Elijah. He knew the man on the other end of the phone. He was a ghost, a shadow,  a spook in every sense of the word. A man who pulled the strings from a place so far away there was never any trace of his existence. The only name he ever was Guiderone. Elijah was scared, for all he had done and the reputation that went with it. This man was far more dangerous than Eli could ever be.

"Guiderone....  I'd ask how you got this number but I have a feeling I don't want to know." Eli said trying to hide his concern.

"Wise choice. An old friend is coming to call on you young man. Nathan Hunter. Like yourself and two children with you, he's been given an amazing gift. Help is on the way young man. You'll need it." Guiderone said knowing he was in complete and total control. The line went dead.

Nate was visibly shocked by JJ's refusal to help him but even more so by the fact that she used the "It's not you, it's me." line, like she was breaking up with him. After he had let himself look vulnerable. Admitted to being in a lot of pain. She still wouldn't help him. Sure, he had more or less been a complete asshole to her this entire time but still...He was like a kid who had spent the afternoon drawing dicks on the walls and then got upset when he was told he couldn't get ice cream. A thought flashed in the back of his mind that suggested maybe JJ was right. Maybe his wounds were too much for her to take. Maybe her smaller frame couldn't take the weight of the injuries like the military trained body he had. But he quickly shut that thought down and attributed it to the concussion. She was a terrible person. That's what he told himself anyway.

In the space of only about five seconds, Nate's face shifted from his usual happy-go-lucky expression to shock, then to anger, then confusion, then to a look of deep thought and eventually settled on just completely expressionless. His face showed no signs of emotion at all. Not even his usual smile. It was almost creepy.

Nate heard Vin suggest that he let someone else drive but took a long second to reply. Eventually, he said in an almost robotic tone "No thank you, Vincent. I'm fine with driving...Driving this fast moving, two ton box of steel and glass." It was only then that he started to show any sign of emotion again and that sign was a slightly creepy smile that was soon made even creepier when he started softly chuckling to himself like something was really funny. He wouldn't actually crash the car. He was annoyed with JJ but not so much that he would kill himself to make a point. But it sure was fun to think about.

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"Oh for fuck's sake..." Jennifer whispered when Nate hinted at using the vehicle as a weapon against its very own passengers. "You've gone mad," she added in response to his creepy smile, tugging at the strap secured across her lap just for her own peace of mind. Jennifer rolled up the sleeves of the uniform shirt she wore in order to cool down a bit. Wearing all those layers of clothes was making her hot, especially with a possibly suicidal Nate sitting next to her. Who wouldn't feel the least bit uncomfortable in such close proximity to someone like that?

As the inside of the vehicle grew quiet once more, Jennifer leaned her head back to stare out the window. She hoped that by taking this trip to Harlan, everything would get sorted out. Harrison would get arrested for his crimes, the authorities would stop looking for them, and their lives would no longer be in danger. They may or may not lose their abilities in the process, but Jennifer was on the fence regarding how she felt about those. Sure, the headaches sucked, but those could mostly be attributed to her helping Vin. She was otherwise okay with them.

Letting out an audible sigh, Jennifer looked at the clock and complained. Only 5 hours and 25 minutes to go.

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The headache was worse than the bruises. his head just pounded with what seemed like the force of more than a few solid battering rams., the bruising on his neck, shoulder and forearms were pretty bad though, the purple-ish red marks seemed to darken at the center. Nothing was broken thank god but it sure felt like it.

Jackson was wearing a new but now ripped Black and red plaid shirt that was rolled up to his elbows, his Balmain faded blue biker jeans were now ripped and fun of stains of all colors, some of which he was sure smelled like vomit but Jack didn't want to check. He walked forward until he rested his body weight on a tree, the damp bark feeling nice on his head. When it puzzled him, how on earth did he get all the way out here? Last he could remember was that he was driving down an empty street back home. And even more puzzling than that, where was his car? He looked around in all directions, the small clearing had no road around and defiantly no buildings, come to think of it he couldn't smell the sweet scent of smog in the air, just some strange manure smell that he hoped wan't coming from him.

He walked slowly, having to stop every once and a while to either think or Vomit. By the time he reached a paved road he pieced together what happened Prior to the accident.

-----Last Night-----

The bar waitress eyed him with a certain kind of hunger as she brought a group of Bro's their 'bruskies', she was cute but not his type. He scoped out the establishment for someone a little more his style. The place was small, not the kind of bar you would see further into town, a few neon signs hung from the ceiling and over the bar with different types of drinks. He Ordered his taste and sat back down, still scoping out the people. Eventually he settled for a nice Blonde woman, she wasn't too interesting. The usual College kid trying to make it through these 'hard times'. She wasn't too hard to get out of the bar, a few sweet nothings and the promise of more expensive drinks later on into the night he drove her towards his place, Jack must have misjudged how much he had been drinking because somehow they crashed into a street light, and that's where it goes blank.

-----Now----

He walked along the paved road, trying to think of how he got this far into the sticks, maybe he just straight up ran after the accident. He hoped the girl was okay, but right now he had to worry about bigger issues, he stopped once again to focus from the headache. He felt like he was alone in the world, it was mostly silent, the only noise was from the tree's rustling from the wind.

"Hello!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, hearing his voice slightly echo in the distance, "no ones gonna hear me" he sighed as he walked, he hadn't realized until now but he was missing his right shoe.

He felt like he had been walking forever, though his watch which now only showed part of the screen said that it was only about 45 minutes, though out of the soothing sounds of wind the sound of a car behind him, he stopped walking and turned to face it, hoping they would stop and let him in.

They didn't stop.

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Nate, Vin and JJ had finally made their way out of the city, miraculously avoiding any further complications with the law. Although Nate knew it was probably only a matter of time if his passengers had anything to do with it. They had an annoying habit of getting into trouble. Sure, he did too but it was less entertaining when other people did it. Still, it was much quieter out here and Nate knew that any law enforcement they did run into would probably be a lot easier to deal with than the city cops who seemed to have a hard-on for him for some reason. He couldn't imagine why...Oh yeah. All the murders.

He had mostly tuned out the noise coming from JJ and Vin by this point and was deep in thought. The concussion didn't exactly help him maintain his focus on the road and he felt his vision blur slightly. His head began to bob back and forth gently. When he realized he wasn't really paying attention to the road in front of him, he squinted and tried to focus. His vision cleared too late though and he noticed a man in the road. He slammed on the breaks just as he heard JJ scream. Or maybe it was Vin. He couldn't really tell.

The car stopped too late, the tires screeching to a halt, and the man hit the hood of the car, rolling up over Nate's head and tumbling off the roof to the back left of the car. Nate slowly lowered his window and peaked out at the crumpled mess of a human being lying in the road. He hadn't been hit terribly hard. He would probably have some pretty bad injuries but they were likely no worse than Nate was suffering himself. All the same, Nate peered down at him for a moment, slowly raising an eyebrow as he waited for any sign of movement. He didn't want to have to stop and deal with this. Not now. Pulling his head back into the car, Nate sighed and said "He's probably fine."

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Long car rides made for an unhappy kid, at least that was Vincent's thought as they rode along into the endless night to a place he'd never heard of in the middle of a state he'd never visited. Of course, Kentucky was the last place he thought he would ever end up, growing up a "city boy". He enjoyed his concrete and glass landscapes, not any of this, and the further along they went, the more depressed he became, or perhaps he was just hungry, and pissed off at the other two. His thoughts drifted into an endless stream for hours, until he suddenly noticed the figure up ahead standing in the middle of the road, and a shriek that he assumed could have only come from Nate, before the brakes were slammed down, sending everyone forward, and the poor bastard outside vaulting over the car.

"What the fuck, Nate?" Vincent yelled between his clenched teeth, holding his forehead after hitting it on the back of Jennifer's seat. "Didn't you see whatever the hell that was or were you aiming?"

As Nate completely ignored the angry remarks and stuck his head out of the window, Vincent leaned forward and grabbed Jennifer's shoulder. "Jen, are you okay?"

He looked over at Nate again, who was still surveying the area. "Well fuck this, I say we leave whoever that was behind. We don't need more shit going down and we certainly don't need dead weight." He turned to peer out of the rear window. "And yes, that pun was intentional because I don't see this dude moving..."

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"Yeah, I'm fine..." Jennifer rubbed the base of her neck where the seatbelt had dug into her skin as a result of Nate's sudden brake. It wasn't too serious, and at most, it would leave a small-sized rash for a day or two. She looked behind her to where she presumed the stranger was lying dead, but she couldn't see a damn thing.

"No, we're not leaving him like this," she added, shooting Vin a dirty look. "The least we can do is call 9-1-1 using the guy's phone. If he's not dead, then I'm not going to be an accomplice to murder...regardless of what they think I've already done." Without waiting for a response, she unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. Jennifer looked around for a moment to make sure no one else was nearby, then she walked behind the car to check on the guy.

Sure enough, he wasn't moving, but that didn't mean he was dead. She got down on one knee and used two fingers to check for a heartbeat on his wrist. She didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.

"He has a pulse." Jennifer placed his hand down and stood up, wiping off her hands. "And he's also sticky..." She made a face before walking to the back of the vehicle to take off the extra layer of clothing she had on. She then placed the uniform shirt and pair of pants in the trunk and walked around to stand over the stranger again.

"Well, what do we do?"

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The bruises were worse than the headache, he thought he might have woken up from a dream as soon as he saw those headlights, but nope. Here he is laying on the ground, he felt someone check his pulse this caused him to realize he was alive, he opened his eyes slowly,trying to sit up, seeing the young woman by the trunk.

"Do I get a picture of my reaction after that ride?" He said weakly, using the car to try and stand up, the pain on his body being allot worse than before, his arms were now covered in small and large scrapes, he was sure something was broken, maybe a cracked rib

"I don't think you could drive me to a hospital?" he struggled to say as thoughts of Internal Bleeding and hemorrhaging flooded his mind. Trying to shake those thoughts off he began to check his body for any bones poking out of his skin or maybe some head bleeding, luckily his arms took the brunt of the fall, Jack didn't think that he would have made a second car Crash to the head.

He cocked his body to the side to spot two other people in the car, he waved slowly trying his best not to freak out about the day he ahd been having.

"No one has to know about the car crash or anything, I can just say that I fell, repeatedly" he said again, hoping these weren't some murderers heading back to there farm house slash Death Chamber with another kill.

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"Oh please. It's manslaughter at best." Nate retorted when JJ complained about not being an accomplice to murder. If she was going to hang around with him for much longer, she would have to get a better understanding of the laws they were breaking. The list was growing. After she climbed out of the passenger seat and went around the car to check on this newest wrinkle in what should really have been a simple plan, Nate watched her in the mirror. When she checked down to check the strangers pulse, Nate felt a sudden emotional gut punch. He didn't feel all that bad about actually hitting the guy. He felt bad for not helping him. Nate was a trained medic after all. Had he really become so callous that he would just let an innocent civilian die just so he could get away without having to clean up another mess?

A wave of emotion washed over him then. He ran through all of his recent actions in his head...and decided most of them were fine, bordering on hilarious. But something still didn't sit well with him about the current situation. He was actually relieved when the stranger moved and started talking. Nate quickly whipped off the police shirt he was wearing and tossed it into the back seat, hitting Vin with it in the process. He stepped out of the car and past JJ.

Approaching the stranger on the ground, he bent forward to address him. "No, we can't take you to the hospital. We're insane criminals on the run from the law. We don't need that kind of hassle." Nate's statement was entirely true but it was delivered with his best crazy eyes and almost seemed sarcastic. He then stood up straight and turned to JJ, telling her "We should probably do something though. We really don't need him blabbing to people about the maniacs who hit him with their car." He seemed to completely gloss over the fact that it was him who had hit the stranger with the car. "Can you do your healy thing? Make him better?" He raised his hands up and made a waving motion with them in a magical 'wave the injury away' kind of way but he soon realized that his hands were right in front of her chest and immediately dropped them back down. "I mean I could just put him out of his misery but Michaels took my guns." He looked decidedly sad about that.

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And there it was, again. Except this time Nate was asking her to help out his latest victim instead of himself. She dwelled on his request for a moment, but then couldn't help but frown. It occurred to her that the only reason they kept her around was for her ability to heal. She was being used, like nearly every other person in her life had used her before them. Jennifer couldn't say for sure what Vincent's motives were aside from trying to get her in bed, but she knew Nate's. She sighed, looking at the stranger who had seen better days.

"Fine," she finally replied. As much as she hated to admit, Jennifer couldn't just leave them behind and go back home. She was useful to them, sure, but if she went home then either Harrison or the cops would catch her and she'd never see the light of day again. She needed them as well, even if it came at a high price. "No need to thank me," she said to the stranger before forcibly grabbing his wrist.

Jennifer waited a moment, wondering if something was going to happen, but then the familiar feeling made its appearance. As before, she felt slight discomfort at first which then increased into a painful sensation. She couldn't keep her poker face for long as the cuts started appearing on her skin and whatever internal damage the guy had was now being absorbed. She squeezed his wrist harder, as if that would relieve her pain, before she dropped to the ground. The last thing on Jennifer's mind was whether she had absorbed all of his ailments, but that didn't matter, not when she felt like she'd been the one who had gotten hit by the car.

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“Well the hell with this, Nate, I’m not letting you of all people help while I sit on my ass doing nothing.” Vin yelled from the back seat, unsure if he was more upset that Nate was being all high and mighty, or that he just got hit in the face with the jerk’s sweaty shirt.

“I didn’t want to stay in here anyway!...”

Vincent shoved the passenger seat forward and stepped out onto the gravel alongside the road, almost losing his footing in the process. Except for the light shining from the car’s head & tail lights, the area they stopped in was complete and utter darkness, with no other vehicles in either direction. What the hell was the group doing out here in the middle of nowhere? He couldn’t pinpoint it, but something felt off, as though a slow surge of energy were travelling through his body, causing small tremors on his skin. He examined his arms, nothing noticeably different about the tattoos, no movement, but he felt it nonetheless. Part of him just wanted to jump back in the car and peel ass away from everyone and everything and back to his own damn life and problems. He was angry, but not so much at his Nate and Jennifer, but about the situation and about himself. And it seemed the car ride didn’t help to alleviate the frustration building...

“Fuckin’ boonies” He mumbled angrily, staring out into the oblivion, before heading over to the other two hovering over the injured road warrior.

“Whoa, let’s not be hasty here…” Vin quickly interjected as he walked up, overhearing Nate asking Jennifer to heal the unknown man, but before he could continue his protest, Jennifer had already made up her mind, as reluctant as she may have been about the decision.

Vincent looked at her, but couldn’t say anything. Who was he to her anyway? Certainly not anyone of significance, and he wasn’t about to tell her what she should and shouldn’t do, so the inevitable would have to run it’s course.

“How do we know we aren’t going to fuckin’ lose her in the process?” He shot Nate a nasty look, feeling his own skin crawling in the process. “And trust me, I’d much rather have her around than you or whoever this guy is...”

Vincent turned and walked back toward the car, clenching his fist until he reached the trunk, and slammed it down onto the metal. The pain subsided, but he knew he would probably feel it later, if there was a later. Vin’s thoughts of Trish flooded back in the worst way, as she had been the last person he really cared enough about, even all those years ago before she left him. He’d been helpless when she eventually overdosed and died from the drugs, and the booze, and partying, and all the shit that probably should have killed Vincent first. And yet now he had a chance to help Jennifer, to maybe talk some sense into her, and yet why would he?

Maybe it is her fate to take on all the evil living inside the one she heals, only to deal with the repercussions on her own. Vin didn’t want to be there when it tore her apart bit by bit.

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It happened all so fast, a man got out of the car and was talking about healing and then another man came out after and said that they could lose her and after about a five second delay and a fist to car slam she said okay. Worried what she might do next. He was scared at first but she seemed like the one who was scared, and apparently she should have been because after she was finished she slumped onto the ground, all of Jack's pain was gone like he had never been in an accident. While he wanted to jump up and down with an emotion that felt like fear,joy and amazement he just couldn't help but wonder.

"Just who exactly are you people?" Jack asked, looking at all three of them, the one still in the car seemed to be watching the scene with close detail, the man who was driving seemed to bring up the healing ability so causally it was like talking about taking a pill for a headache. "Do all of you have abilities? Are you X-Men?" He wondered, checking to see if the lady Jesus was okay "Hey, are you gonna be okay? does she need a doctor now? how does this thing work?" All these questions hit him with a ton of bricks, I guess the alcohol block on the memories from last night seemed to shove himself back into his mind, almost like he was watching a movie in fast forward.

-----Last night----

"Aren't you going kind of fast?" the college student asked, holding onto her belt buckle nervously "were fine, I know these streets like the back of my hand" Jack said as he turned and narrowly missed a turn, he turned to her and smiled, looking like he meant to do that, she didn't seem reassured at all, as he was looking at her she shouted and pointed at the road, apparently the highway split in the middle and he hit the concrete barrier full on, like an idiot he wasn't wearing a seat belt and was thrown from the car, and as he was flying through the air something seemed to open, like a hole, and as soon as he would have expected to hit the ground there was this floating feeling which lasted a good minute until he felt the ground come up to meet him.

----Now---

He started to panic, looking in all directions he couldn't go back they would know he was Driving Drunk, but he had to know if the poor girl was okay, he paced around, running his hand through his hair as he felt the white hot feeling of anxiety and fear course through him sending his body into an adrenaline fueled state he began stammering, he felt whatever he had left in his stomach come up as he vomited into the road facing away from the group. After he was finished he turned over, wiping anything left from his mouth "I-i think I killed someone last night".

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Nate was quick to grab hold of Jennifer before her head hit the ground. He rolled his eyes at Vin's angry outburst and informed him "She'll recover. Do you want to leave another dead breadcrumb leading the cops straight to us?" Despite his words, Nate understood how Vin felt. He didn't want to see JJ hurt, despite how annoying she was at times. But if he understood her powers correctly, and he admittedly wasn't sure he did, she didn't absorb all of the injuries of the person she healed. Only a portion of it. At least he hoped that's how it worked. He was well aware that this current situation was his fault. The voices in his head only echoed the statement. One seemed to be gently laughing though, which disturbed Nate.

He swept JJ up in his arms, this time with much more care than he had after their first meeting. His ribs ached again and the pain was obvious on his face. The road kill was full of questions, all of which annoyed Nate. He swept JJ around and headed back towards the car where he shoved her at Vin before grabbing him by the face and saying "She'll be alright." His expression seemed oddly caring for someone like Nate. He smiled at Vin then and said "I haven't been wrong yet, have I?"

He didn't wait for a response to that and instead turned back around and headed towards the stranger who was now starting to freak out and muttering that he had killed someone. All of Nate's caring nature seemed to have been spent though and he simply reached out and shoved the stranger onto his ass. "Welcome to the club." he stated before turning and heading back to the car.

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Guiderone... Fuck this was bad. Matter what happened everything could have been better and easier to deal with if he wasn't involved.

"Shit!" Eli said as he tossed the phone over to his bag. Eli reached into his back pocket and pulled his map." Eric if you want to run, do it now. Pack what you need and these Hills. Don't come back. If you don't, go home and get everything you need to survive. Guns, food, ammo, clothes, whatever you need and follow the red trial on the map.." Eli said stuffing the keys to the car and map into his hand. It was a safe house he had kept up. It was there for situations like this. Situations where he draw up a plan and get it in motion.

Eli ran and picked up his bag. As he ran into the cave it was the first time he saw Christabelle. "Oh shit where did you come from? Danny's gone and we gotta go. We're going back to my house and pick up some gear then we're going to meet some old friends of..." Christabelle was curling herself tighter into a ball. It was like something was wrong to the point of terrifying.

Eli heard Eric Miller say something as he ran off. Eli had no idea what he gonna do but it was Eric's choice to make. No one else's. As Eli looked over to Eric Miller's figure fading into the mountains, he heard Christabelle say something. What she said was not gonna help this at all.

HOURS LATER

Eli was sitting in a old rusted out truck on the side of the road to Harlan. The great thing about Harlan County, there's only way in. Christabelle was in the passenger seat and her dog jack was in the back."Sweetie, if you get scared or anything happens. Don't run, just get down." Eli said as he stepped out of the truck.

Eli was dressed in jeans, boots and a white henley shirt. A far cry for his earlier garb. The belt around his waist held some very interesting items. Four pouches and a drop leg holster with two mag pouches. He had just about everything he needed for a fight. He questioned if he had enough ammo but he didn't there would be any trouble.

As he stepped out into the road, and the vehicle came to a stop. Eli readied himself for whatever make come next. He only hoped it was the smart ass Nathan Hunter he had met a few years back. Eli wasn't the biggest fan of Nate, he liked him fine but there was always something about him that Eli uneasy. Nate was a spec ops medic, that took a very rare and intelligent kind of person. But hell, what did Eli know? He only has a few beers with him. Eli lit a cigarette as he waiting for the driver to step out. His free hand drifted towards his handgun.


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The road was as endless as ever, and daylight was still a few hours away as the foursome continued their journey into the middle of nowheresville. Vincent, cooling from his earlier vicious breakdown, brushed Jennifer’s hair out of her face and around her ear as he held her close in the back seat. He still reeled over the whole situation of Nate pushing her to execute a power she still wasn’t sure about, nor really wanted to use in the first place, but at this point it all had to play out as it was. Vin didn’t know what to think anymore, so he didn’t, instead he simply held the girl, feeling her irregular breathing and momentary bouts of muscle spasms, knowing that this was about the most he could do. He had no medical knowledge of his own, no healing powers to help anyone. He was a tattoo artist with a curse that seemed to be as deadly and destructive to himself as it was to everyone around him. The trouble was, he had no idea when it would decide to lash out, and this made him a potential liability until he had proper control.

The new guy was in the passenger’s seat, clearly feeling better after Jennifer had healed him, and part of Vin hated that as well, considering now she was the one who probably felt like a ton of bricks had fallen on her while she was being run over multiple times by a Mack truck. Nate on the other hand was soldiering through his pain, as he usually did, and very little came out of his mouth for once. The new guy had more questions than anyone cared to answer, and even when either Nate or Vin mustered up the will to care, he’d interrupt with yet another question. They both understood it though...the guy was scared, hyped up on adrenaline and who-knows-what, and he’d just been fully healed by a chick with super powers.

So who wouldn’t carry on with an overwhelming personality after that?

Nate suddenly groaned, the first sound from him in almost an hour, and Vin looked up ahead to notice a man standing in the road near an old pickup, seemingly armed with some type of weapon or weapons.

“Ah shit, not again...” Vin grumbled. “Is there anyone on this fucking planet who is not looking to kill us?”

The car rolled up slowly and came to a stop several yards from the stranger in the road who didn’t appear to be taking much action other than pulling a few drags from his cigarette.

“I just hope for all our sakes, that this is the guy we’re supposed to be meeting.” Vin said, no doubt echoing the thoughts of the other two.

“So Nate...eh, go introduce yourself.”

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