Wings of Metal~chapter 3

by Bambi:~:Hydra in the mall

*Thank you, Kanga, for commenting a bunch! It makes me happy :) But I'm off to horse camp tommorrow, so i wont be posting anything for about a week :( But when I get back I'll get back to writing.*

We sprinted across the field, as fast as we could. The woman started to chase after us. I didn’t waste my breath on questions, even though I really wanted answers. Man, that lady was fast! I kept looking back, and every time I did, she was closer.

“Faster!” I said to Rusty, putting on another burst of speed. As we ran, Rusty speed dialed Junco on his cell phone.

“Junco, we’re being pursued. We need you, fast!”

While Junco replied, I looked back again. Oh man, she was pulling out a gun!

“She’s got a gun, Rusty, she’s got a gun!” I screamed.

“Shoot! Junco, fast!” Rusty said, and then hung up. We finally reached the bike. Rusty slammed his foot down on the flimsy chain and broke it while I sat on the backseat. Rusty leaped on the front and started peddling so furiously it threw my feet off the pedals. Once I got them on I added my power to propel the bike at full speed. Good thing it was a new model. It was like a two handled-two seated racing bike.

Problem was that redhead woman had a real fast bike. A motorized one. A motorcycle, to be specific. And a gun. Totally unfair.

We weaved through cars, the best we could with a double bike. The woman hadn’t shot yet, but we swerved through the streets just in case she tried to take aim. It’s rather hard to swerve with a two person bike, in the middle of traffic, but we managed.

And then we rammed right into a green suburban, or it rammed right into us (sideways). Either way, I couldn’t tell because right then I was sailing into Rusty who was sailing into the car’s side. Good thing the window was open or he would’ve gotten another black eye.

“Hurry, get in!” Junco shouted from the front of the car. Thank goodness for family who can drive!

Rusty dived into the open window and helped me in. Junco quickly rolled up the windows.

“Sorry for the rough greeting, guys. I couldn’t think of any faster way.” Junco apologized.

Rusty grumbled, “You could’ve thought of a safer way.” But I was laughing. Rusty looked at me funny. I guess he expected me to be in tears or something, seeing as I was a girl and we could’ve gotten killed and such, but I was giddy with relief at being rescued, even if it involved flying into a car.

Junco wasn’t driving home. He was zig zagging all over the city, trying to get the woman off of our tail. She still hadn’t used her gun. The drive was taking forever.

Rusty was complaining again. “I’m going to have bruises all over my chest now. I probably won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Thanks a lot, Junco.” Junco just chuckled.

I agreed with Rusty about the not being able to walk part. Right now my legs were having little muscle spasms. It was getting annoying.

Finally we got the lady lost. We snuck back to the house by back streets.

“I miss the bike already,” Rusty said as he stepped out of the car.

“Yeah. That was a good bike, alright.” I sighed. I stumbled out of the car and walked on sore legs up to Junco.

“I’ve got a couple things to ask you,” I said.

“And I’ve got a lot of things to tell you. But tomorrow, okay?”

“Sure.” I didn’t mind. The driving had passed a lot of time and I was really tired anyways. But I was also ravenous with hunger.

After I had a feast of a dinner I went to bed.