Harshal
I’m dowsed in darkness when I wake up, having no idea where I am.
All I remember is peacefully watching TV when the hotel room door bursts open.
A Hispanic looking gang member with his gangs sign on his mask that covered half his face charged in.
I fought him off as best I could but, ultimately, I ended up losing the fight. Now I’m here... wherever here is.
My hands are bounded together along with my feet and occasionally I feel bumps as if I’m in a moving vehicle.
I do my best to feel around me and discover I am laying down.
I try to sit up but I feel another bump which disorientates me a little.
Sighing a little I try again and succeed on my second try.
My head hits something sharp and it pulls my hair a little, like one of my locs is stuck on whatever it is.
I carefully try to free myself from whatever has me. In doing so I, gratefully and unintentionally, remove the bag that was over my head. I can now see that I’m in a van and two guys sit up front.
“Hey, it’s hot in here, can you let the window down a little?” the guy in the passenger seat says.
He has medium length hair and it is tied in a pathetic little ponytail.
The driver on the other hand has his mask on and you can see about five inches of his beard showing from underneath the long cloth mask indicating how long his beard is.
Beardy presses a button and the window on the passenger side goes down, allowing the harsh wind to enter the vehicle.
The wind blows my hair every which way, sometimes obscuring my clear view of the two men.
A loud bang sounds outside which jostles the van and the men groan in annoyance.
“See I told you to get the tired checked before we got on the road!” Ponytail complains.
The van slowly comes to a halt and they unbuckle themselves.
Me on the other hand go back to laying down and close my eyes as if I’m still unconscious.
Once I hear the van doors open and close I open my eyes and sit back up.
I pull against my restraints and realize that I am hand cuffed and so are my feet.
Fuck, now how am I—my head hits that sharp thing again and I turn to look at it.
It’s a crowbar hanging on the wall of the van.
I look around on the walls for the first time and realize that the walls are covered in sharp things.
Axes of all types, butcher knifes, crowbars, hammers, and more.
Who the fuck are these people? Lower on the walls are different types of guns.
Some long some short, some pretty looking, while others may make you look like idiot even though the gun has the power to kill others.
I hear the men’s voices just outside the back doors of the van and before I could act as if I’m still knocked out the doors open and Beardy notices me.
“Awe, fuck,” he says, before he starts yapping in Spanish at his partner.
Beardy pulls his gun out and points at me.
“Move motherfucker and I’ll cap you!” he threatens boldly.
I look above me and see one of the axes dangling above my head, loosely.
I look at the gun and do some quick math and probably a little bit of physics.
I stomp my feet to stir the guy up and he cocks the gun.
Good. I bring my knees to my chest and pretend to stand up.
The guy raises the gun and shoots the chain holding the axe above my head, aiming for me.
Keeping my arms far apart and moving my body away from the axe I let it fall and break the cuffs.
I cheer on the inside as I bring my hands to the front.
Ponytail appears next to Beardy with something in his hand, something I can’t quite make out in the night’s darkness.
Ponytail comes toward me and I realize that he has chains and what looks like a dart gun.
What the fuck is the dart gun for. He shoots the dart gun, aiming for me but I quickly move out of the way.
I look at the dart and see that it has some type of sedative in it.
Kicking the dart gun out of Ponytail’s hand it flies in the air and lands on the street.
The cuffs on my ankles get tighter due to my actions but I just have to deal with it if I want to live.
Grabbing the nearest object to me, a gun, I hit the man in the head multiple times.
My finger accidentally pulls the trigger but nothing happens which means the gun isn’t loaded.
Ponytail pulls my hair and yanks it, pulling my head back.
“Listen here you motherfucker!” he says, panting, blood trickling from the side of his face and just below his hairline.
I scowl as I look him in his yellow-colored eyes. Looking down his body I see his gun is tucked away in his jeans.
“You’re a strong one, even though there’s no muscles in sight.” He eyes my body. “You are to—”
I spit in his face, in his eyes to be specific, grab his gun and hold it to his head, my finger on the trigger, ready to fire.
“Move.” I say with force in my tone.
He freezes and a smile slowly finds its way on his face.
“You can’t shoot me without being shot yourself.” He nods to Beardy who cocks his gun and points directly at my chest.
Pulling Ponytail down on top of me Beardy fires his gun. Ponytail shouts in pain as the bullet penetrates his arm, his warm blood decorating my skin.
“Shut up will you, it’s just a gun shot.” I mumble, pushing the guy off me.
He holds his arm, still shouting in pain.
Getting up I grab an axe and destroy the cuffs on my ankles.
Beardy is gone so I cautiously step out of the van in search of him.
We’re on a tall bridge and if I’m not mistaken I think I hear the flow of water below us.
I don’t see the guy anywhere until I turn around and he tries to put a sack over my head.
Punching him in the jaw he stumbles back, holding his assaulted body part.
He has a knife in his hand and he goes to stab me with it, I dodge it before kneeing him in the head and balls.
Spinning around I use my foot to kick him into one of the backdoors of the van.
His body falls limp on the street as Ponytail gets up and stumbles over to me.
Taking the knife from Beardy I throw it at Ponytail, the knife landing smack dab in the middle of his thigh.
“Ahh, fuck you, motherfucker, you going to pay for this!” he shouts, holding his leg.
I go to take a step forward but I stop at the sound of a motorcycle coming.
My blood runs cold as I turn around and I see Wraith zooming towards me going somewhere close to one hundred and twenty miles an hour.
He comes to a complete stop a foot in front of me and I can’t fucking move.
How did he find me? He hops off his bike and comes to stand directly in front of me, helmet still on.
I can’t see his eyes or his face so I can’t tell what he’s thinking or anything, but I can feel his eyes on me, on my body and I’d be lying if I say I’m not relived.
I’d rather have his eyes on my body than Ponytails werewolf looking ones.
We’re so close, his chest brushes against my body as he breathes.
“Who the fuck are you?” Ponytail growls.
Wraith sidesteps me and goes to Ponytail. I turn to watch him. Wraith headbutts the guy with his helmet and busts his head wide open, blood immediately pours down the mans face. Wraith then pulls the knife out of the guys thigh and stabs him all over.
Stab!
Stab!
Stab!
Stab!
Stab!
Stab!
Stab!
Stab!
Stab!
Stab!
He stabs the man at lighting speed and the mans blood literally pools onto the street and off the bridge into the water, a literal river of blood.
“Don’t ever touch something that doesn’t belong to you!” Wraith growls before dragging the injured man to the bridge railing.
Ponytail tries to speak but chokes on his own blood as he looks Wraith in the eye. He lifts his hand to lift the visor on Wraiths helmet but Wraith throws him over the edge before he could.
“No!” I shout, running to the edge.
I see the mans body fall in the moonlight and Wraith takes out his gun and shoots the man in the head as he falls.
His corpse falls into the water with a big splash.
I may have hurt the man but I didn’t want him dead.
Wraith goes to the unconscious guy and picks his body up and throws him over his shoulder as if the guy was a little toddler.
“What are you doing?” I ask in panic.
He just pushes me out of the way with his free hand and throws the man over the bridge. He shoots the man three times, twice in the heart and one in the head. I watch as the guys body falls into the water like his partners. I hear two more motorcycles come up and they stop in front of us.
“Smart guys, took a back road to keep from suspicion.” Frani says as she takes her helmet off.
She looks at me.
“Hey, are you okay?” she asks warmly.
“I’m fine.” I nod.
“You sure?” Wraith asks, his fingers brushing against my arm. “They didn’t hurt you, did they?”
I look at Wraith and get closer to him. Lifting my hand I raise his visor and he lets me. There’s darkness in his eyes with a tiny sliver of concern mixed in. I hear a commotion behind us and Fritzi laughs.
“Shut up!” Frani hisses in a whisper.
I don’t know what those two are doing and I don’t care, for some reason I’m hyper fixated on just Wraith.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
He grunts in response before dragging me to his bike.
“Shouldn’t we get rid of that?” Fritzi asks, gesturing to the van.
“Light it up.” Wraith growls, placing me on his bike before getting on in front of me.
He takes off his helmet and puts it on my head, flipping the visor back down. Looking at me he says,
“Hold on tight, Grey Eyes.”
“Don’t you need a helmet too?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Your safety is more important to me than my own, besides I got us both if something were to happen.”