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HeatAnxiety welled up and her heart pounded in rapid succession, as she gripped the steering wheel tightly. Why was this even a concern to her? Czigani thought about it as she raced against the clock, and yet the more she lingered on the point, the less a satisfactory answer surfaced. It felt more like she was doing this to protect her own ass, or maybe to get back at Zvikas for whatever numerous reasons she had. Either way, the girl was hard-pressed to find Kelly before the Doctor, or any of his deranged lackeys, could steal her away again. That was no life for anyone, not even freaks such as they were.
“Gotcha, mother fuckers!”
She exclaimed, as the ambulance came into view, although she wondered if the pickup truck was part of the entourage or merely stuck behind the emergency vehicle. It mattered very little at this point, since whatever Czi had to do, needed to be done immediately.
“Okay, just stop thinking and act for fuck’s sake…”
That said, she shifted into the next gear, and punched the accelerator, coming up fast behind the pick up and quickly changing into the oncoming lane to bypass the ambulance. She turned her head to look at the driver, who was flagging her to slow down, but that wasn't happening. Czi accelerated enough until she made it in front of the ambulance, then -taking a deep breath and holding it- slammed on her brakes causing the wheels to screech and smoke. The ambulance, with little time to react, hit the brakes and swerved uncontrollably, crossing onto the shoulder and plowing through several small bushes along the tree line until it was stopped dead by a large oak. Smoke and steam spewed from the front end, and the driver dead, impaled through the chest by a thick branch that managed to penetrate the windshield. In the back of the vehicle, the paramedic, while buckled in, had been injured from falling equipment and supplies. The gurney, locked into place, shifted enough to break the fasteners and send it hitting the wall, the frame taking most of the force and damage, keeping Kelly relatively uninjured.
Leaving the engine running, Czi jumped out of the car and sprinted with supernatural speed toward the wreckage, paying little attention to the lone pickup truck driver stopped along the shoulder who witnessed the chaos unfold…
“Shit” She tried to pay little heed to the driver's corpse, writhing as it bled out from the massive wound, but the guilt hit her hard nevertheless. She didn't intend on any casualties, and yet she knew her frantic efforts were reckless enough to make it inevitable.
“New girl!...Kelly!”
She yelled through the shattered driver's side window, quickly running to the back, where the rear door was found securely locked. She beat on the metal door, pulling the handle several times until it broke, and out of frustration, punching the small windows just above her head until they shattered. She reached an arm through the hole, disengaging the lock from the inside, and swinging both doors open.
“W-what just happened? Who the heck are you?” The paramedic exclaimed in a nervous voice, cowering in the corner with a scalpel held out in front of him.
“I’m nobody. All I need is the girl and I’m gone.”
“My partner, he’s...dead!” The man blurted out in disbelief.
Czigani shoved some of the fallen equipment out of the way and pulled the gurney through the rear doors in one swift stroke.
“I’m sorry about the driver, that...that wasn’t my fault.”
The girl quickly unstrapped the woman from the damaged gurney, lifted her in her arms with ease, and carried her toward the car as quickly as possible.
Czi’s ears caught the sound of a gun being loaded and cocked, followed by an unfamiliar voice. “Hey! I need you to put down the young lady, and step away with your hands where I can see them.”
She stopped just a few feet from her car and looked over to see the driver of the pickup truck pointing a rifle directly at her.
“Look, old man, I’d love to explain this whole situation to you, but I just don’t have the time. So can you-”
“I won’t ask you again!” He interjected, visibly shaking the rifle while trying to keep it steady. “And the police were notified!”
Czigani let drew out a long sigh, and slowly laid Kelly on the grass. “Shit man, you really shouldn’t have done that…”
With inhuman reflexes and speed, Czigani lunged toward the old man, who instinctively fired off a shot that went wide, missing the girl completely. She was on top of him within seconds, grabbed the gun, and knocked him across the face with the wooden stock.
“Stay. The fuck. DOWN!” She shouted, before tossing the gun and sprinting back to the car to load Kelly in the back seat.
As the girl pushed the passenger seat back in place, and climbed over toward the driver’s side, another gunshot went off from the distance, hitting Czi in the thigh, causing her to fall forward against the steering wheel.
“Shit!” She yelled, doing her best to ignore the pain as she slid into the seat, shifted gears, and peeled off down the road.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Tears rolled down her eyes from the pain of the bullet lodged in her bone and fragments of denim fibers caught in the wound from her jeans. She held a hand over the entry wound, hoping to stop some of the blood loss as she turned off of the main drag and onto a dirt road that seemed to go on for miles.
“Dammit Kelly...I swear I fucking hate your guts right now for putting me through this shit.”
Kelly’s body lay across the back seats, wrapped in the bloodstained linens, but otherwise unharmed, at least physically. Her mind however had been a web of random thoughts and blurred images, of incoherent sounds, and foggy voices lasting only a short while until all went dark...
Drops of water. A sound consistent in their intervals that seemed to echo and reverberate as in a dream, but it wasn’t. Her ears tuned into the soothing splash it made against the water. Water? Her body felt warm and secure, as the aches of muscle and bruises slowly healed themselves, and pain falling to the wayside. Kelly opened her eyes and realized it was no dream or trick of the mind, but she was in fact submerged in a tub of warm water that which, all things considered, felt soothing on her skin. Her right arm, however was secured tightly to a rope that was then tied onto a thick metal pipe along the stucco wall.
“Welcome back to the land of the living.”
Czigani was sitting on a wooden stool a few feet from the old clawfoot tub, wearing only a white tank top, and redressing the wound on her leg with a roll of gauze.
“Don’t suppose you know how to pull a bullet out of someone-” She winced trying to reposition herself on the stool. “Because this mother fucker hurts like all hell.”
@Xandrya
“Gotcha, mother fuckers!”
She exclaimed, as the ambulance came into view, although she wondered if the pickup truck was part of the entourage or merely stuck behind the emergency vehicle. It mattered very little at this point, since whatever Czi had to do, needed to be done immediately.
“Okay, just stop thinking and act for fuck’s sake…”
That said, she shifted into the next gear, and punched the accelerator, coming up fast behind the pick up and quickly changing into the oncoming lane to bypass the ambulance. She turned her head to look at the driver, who was flagging her to slow down, but that wasn't happening. Czi accelerated enough until she made it in front of the ambulance, then -taking a deep breath and holding it- slammed on her brakes causing the wheels to screech and smoke. The ambulance, with little time to react, hit the brakes and swerved uncontrollably, crossing onto the shoulder and plowing through several small bushes along the tree line until it was stopped dead by a large oak. Smoke and steam spewed from the front end, and the driver dead, impaled through the chest by a thick branch that managed to penetrate the windshield. In the back of the vehicle, the paramedic, while buckled in, had been injured from falling equipment and supplies. The gurney, locked into place, shifted enough to break the fasteners and send it hitting the wall, the frame taking most of the force and damage, keeping Kelly relatively uninjured.
Leaving the engine running, Czi jumped out of the car and sprinted with supernatural speed toward the wreckage, paying little attention to the lone pickup truck driver stopped along the shoulder who witnessed the chaos unfold…
“Shit” She tried to pay little heed to the driver's corpse, writhing as it bled out from the massive wound, but the guilt hit her hard nevertheless. She didn't intend on any casualties, and yet she knew her frantic efforts were reckless enough to make it inevitable.
“New girl!...Kelly!”
She yelled through the shattered driver's side window, quickly running to the back, where the rear door was found securely locked. She beat on the metal door, pulling the handle several times until it broke, and out of frustration, punching the small windows just above her head until they shattered. She reached an arm through the hole, disengaging the lock from the inside, and swinging both doors open.
“W-what just happened? Who the heck are you?” The paramedic exclaimed in a nervous voice, cowering in the corner with a scalpel held out in front of him.
“I’m nobody. All I need is the girl and I’m gone.”
“My partner, he’s...dead!” The man blurted out in disbelief.
Czigani shoved some of the fallen equipment out of the way and pulled the gurney through the rear doors in one swift stroke.
“I’m sorry about the driver, that...that wasn’t my fault.”
The girl quickly unstrapped the woman from the damaged gurney, lifted her in her arms with ease, and carried her toward the car as quickly as possible.
Czi’s ears caught the sound of a gun being loaded and cocked, followed by an unfamiliar voice. “Hey! I need you to put down the young lady, and step away with your hands where I can see them.”
She stopped just a few feet from her car and looked over to see the driver of the pickup truck pointing a rifle directly at her.
“Look, old man, I’d love to explain this whole situation to you, but I just don’t have the time. So can you-”
“I won’t ask you again!” He interjected, visibly shaking the rifle while trying to keep it steady. “And the police were notified!”
Czigani let drew out a long sigh, and slowly laid Kelly on the grass. “Shit man, you really shouldn’t have done that…”
With inhuman reflexes and speed, Czigani lunged toward the old man, who instinctively fired off a shot that went wide, missing the girl completely. She was on top of him within seconds, grabbed the gun, and knocked him across the face with the wooden stock.
“Stay. The fuck. DOWN!” She shouted, before tossing the gun and sprinting back to the car to load Kelly in the back seat.
As the girl pushed the passenger seat back in place, and climbed over toward the driver’s side, another gunshot went off from the distance, hitting Czi in the thigh, causing her to fall forward against the steering wheel.
“Shit!” She yelled, doing her best to ignore the pain as she slid into the seat, shifted gears, and peeled off down the road.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Tears rolled down her eyes from the pain of the bullet lodged in her bone and fragments of denim fibers caught in the wound from her jeans. She held a hand over the entry wound, hoping to stop some of the blood loss as she turned off of the main drag and onto a dirt road that seemed to go on for miles.
“Dammit Kelly...I swear I fucking hate your guts right now for putting me through this shit.”
Kelly’s body lay across the back seats, wrapped in the bloodstained linens, but otherwise unharmed, at least physically. Her mind however had been a web of random thoughts and blurred images, of incoherent sounds, and foggy voices lasting only a short while until all went dark...
Drops of water. A sound consistent in their intervals that seemed to echo and reverberate as in a dream, but it wasn’t. Her ears tuned into the soothing splash it made against the water. Water? Her body felt warm and secure, as the aches of muscle and bruises slowly healed themselves, and pain falling to the wayside. Kelly opened her eyes and realized it was no dream or trick of the mind, but she was in fact submerged in a tub of warm water that which, all things considered, felt soothing on her skin. Her right arm, however was secured tightly to a rope that was then tied onto a thick metal pipe along the stucco wall.
“Welcome back to the land of the living.”
Czigani was sitting on a wooden stool a few feet from the old clawfoot tub, wearing only a white tank top, and redressing the wound on her leg with a roll of gauze.
“Don’t suppose you know how to pull a bullet out of someone-” She winced trying to reposition herself on the stool. “Because this mother fucker hurts like all hell.”
@Xandrya