Chapter Eleven #2
I reach out and take his left hand. He moves my hand around until he has set it on the top of the gun, then slides my fingers forward until I feel a little hump in the barrel.
“This is called the front sight and…” He moves my hand back until I feel two more humps. “This is the rear sight. The front sight will settle between the rear sight. I want you to aim at the target and then line the sights up with each other, alright?”
“Okay,” I say. “Where do you want me to aim?”
“Chest. It’s a wider area to hit. May cause us more issues in the long run, but it’ll at least put him down.”
“Okay,” I say as I slowly push the gun to the right and aim it at the man’s chest. The man is casually looking around like none of this is very concerning to him.
He stretches as he leans back against the car.
I can feel Lane’s hand steady and calm beneath mine as I tip the gun, so I can look through the sights.
I think they’re right, but I’m nervous they’re not. I’m scared I’ll fuck this up.
“You kind of need to hurry up,” Lane says calmly.
“Okay…I think they’re right,” I say.
“Alright,” he says. “Pull your hand back.”
I do, but I don’t move out from where his arms are around me, gun in front of me.
“Still good?” he says as he slides his finger against the trigger.
“Yes,” I say.
He pulls the trigger, making me jump, but my eyes never leave the target. The bullet strikes the man right in the chest, causing him to fall back against the car. I stare at the man with wide eyes as he slides down the side of the car and onto the ground.
“We’re going to run for the car. You get the keys, alright?”
“Yeah…will it work with the airbags deployed?”
“It’s an old enough car, the fuel line probably didn’t shut off. We’re going to try.”
Snapped out of my trance, I nod and start running.
Lane is right behind me and Copper is racing ahead as I near the car.
The man is groaning on the ground as we grow closer.
There’s blood sprayed out over the side of the car and I quickly look away.
Lane moves over to him as I rush around the side of the car to reach Mick’s unconscious body.
As I slip my hand into his pocket, I hear a thump.
I jump and look over at Lane, but he’s leaning over the shot man, so I continue my search.
I slide my hand into Mick’s other pocket and feel the metal of the keys.
Quickly, I yank them out just as a hand closes around mine.
Mick’s eyes open as I jerk back, but he reaches for me with his other hand.
I hit him in the head without even thinking about it, before jumping up and running for the other side of the car.
“Got them, get in!” I say as Lane wastes no time climbing in through the driver’s seat. I push Copper in and clamber in after him.
The airbags are in the way, so I bat them out of my face before ramming the keys into the ignition.
It roars to life, so I quickly put it in drive.
I press down on the accelerator as a horrible noise tears through the air.
It must have been the scraping of the car bumper pulling free of the other car, but when we start rolling, I realize that the other car is kind of attached.
“What is that noise?” Lane asks. He turns his head as if it’ll allow him to see.
“Um…” I look back in the rearview mirror as I press against the gas. The tires squeal as the car starts to slowly drag the other vehicle. “That…may…be the other car…stuck to it?” I say.
“The car is stuck?” he asks.
“Correct,” I say as we proceed to drag the car that isn’t smoothly rolling along behind us. It also must have been heavier than this car because we aren’t going anywhere fast.
“Throw it in reverse.”
“What?”
“Slam into the other car, try to get it unstuck.”
“Okay, sure,” I say as I push the airbag bag back and put the car in reverse.
I accelerate and the grinding of metal on metal fills the car as Copper whines.
Then I throw it back in drive and gun it.
The other car is still stuck as it accelerates, dragging along behind us.
Then with a screaming of plastic, metal, and whatever else cars are made of, the car lunges forward.
I turn the wheel quickly as I see the men running around the corner of the building.
“They’re running toward us.”
“Get down,” Lane says as he reaches for me to push my head down. Instead of protecting my head like my knight in shining armor, he jabs me right in the eyeball.
“Ow, fuck,” I say as my eye instantly tears up, making it hard for me to see.
“Was that your eye?”
“Yes! It was!” My eye waters as I try to blink away the pain.
Lane pushes my head down, which makes it even harder to see since the tearing eyes didn’t make it hard enough. I peek over the steering wheel just enough to see where I am going as I hear gunshots.
A bullet strikes the back window and suddenly the car jerks.
“What was that?” I ask.
“They probably shot out a tire. Just go,” he says.
“What’d you think I was going to do? Jump out and change it?” I ask sarcastically.
“Maybe you should go back and feed them some of your food and we wouldn’t have to even fight them,” he suggests.
I reach over and pinch his nipple, making him yelp.
“What? Did you think you got shot in the tit?” I ask. “I mean I know that I feel like I got shot in my eye.”
“Just drive!”
“I am! We’re dragging half the car, the tire is blown, and we’re being chased by serial killers.”
“They’re not serial killers…they’re just…bad guys.”
I check my rearview mirror, but they haven’t come out of the parking lot yet. Without bothering to stop, I turn out onto a road as the car squeals. I can hear the thud thudding of the flat tire as I push it forward.
“What’s that noise?” Lane asks.
“The car dying?” I suggest.
“No…listen,” he says, and I listen while anxiously glancing behind us. Maybe he has some Daredevil-like hearing and can hear the bad guys coming upon us. “Is that a train?”
“Um…” I look around and see a train racing up on my left-hand side. “Yes?”
“Follow it, stop at the next station, we’re getting on it.”
“Okay…sure…” I say.
There’s a car going the speed limit in front of me, so I rush around it and push our car up as fast as it will struggle to go.
“I swear to God if I have survived through all of this week, just to get shot up in let’s say…an hour from now, I’m going to haunt your ass until you die,” I threaten.
“That’s alright, ghosts aren’t as scary if you can’t see them,” he says before holding his arms up to protect his nipples.
“What are you doing, Lane?”
“Thought for sure that would end with a pinch,” he says.
“Should have,” I say as I see the parking lot for the train station. “We’re here. Do I park?” I ask as I see a car turn onto the street. “Are the bad guys’ cars all black?”
“I haven’t asked,” he says.
“Well, they are in movies, and there’s a black car following us,” I say as I drive right up to the train station door. A couple leaps out of the way like I would actually hit them as I drive the car up onto the sidewalk. “Let’s go.”