TYRALIUM

Chapter 6

I tried wrestling my way out of the ropes which had been tied professionally, unfortunately. After some minutes, I gave up and just waited for luck to come to my rescue.

It took a while, but after sometime, the mask that covered my whole face was removed roughly by, well, I couldn't see who. He just spoke from the darkness in the car.

"You are Ramson, right?" He asked.

I turned to my right and became relieved at the sight of seeing Ramson, Nathaniel, and Desmond, all tied up just like I was.

"I ain't saying nothing, fuck face!" Ramson yelled.

"You might wanna." The mysterious figure said softly "You're being chased by . . ."

"Yo Nick!" The driver called out "We've got company!"

"Hey yo!" Nat yelled as Nick hurried off to the nearest window "You can't leave us like this!"

All I could see of the guy now was his black, long shirt and his black gloves.

I became startled when he pulled a white gun out of his shirt. He sent his hand through the window, and started to fire the gun, at who knows who.

The car started to rumble, and it got to a point I had a feeling the car would somersault.

I looked out in both amazement, and fright, as the others were. Then, Nathaniel took a look at me and jumped with a squeak.

"What's wrong?" Ramson asked him.

Nathaniel, however, kept screaming and refused to answer, and what even worsened his screaming was when he saw Ramson.

"Hey, yo! Am out!" The mysterious figure yelled out to the driver.

"Oh shit!" Yelled the driver "Am gonna try to shake em off."

The ride got even more bumpy. I was too scared to even peek out of the window that was behind us, to see whoever was chasing us.

"Get us to Sector Romeo!" The man in black, long dress yelled out to the driver "They won't be able to figure out where we passed."

Two motorcycles drove pass us, and laid something I couldn't see, on the ground.

"Oh, fuck!" The driver yelled as we passed through it.

I guess there were spikes on that thing meant to burst the tyres of the car, because, after we'd ran over it like a cheetah with no eyes, the whole car jumped, and rolled in the air, and landed with a huge crashing noise which sent the glasses of the windows flying.

I don't know how, but after all this catastrophe, I found myself, still alive, free of the ropes I was tied in earlier, but covered in wounds and bruises. I could hardly breathe.

Right beside me stood the mysterious figure we met in the car. I could see him clearly now.

He was bald, and dark in complexion, but not in the way I was. He was as dark as a total African guy. He had small wrinkles across his face, which would give you an impression that he was an old man at first sight, but he was obviously full of energy.

I could also see the driver. Well what was going on was that, how do I explain this?

THERE WAS A F**KIN' SHOOT OUT!!

The man and the driver held their guns out, shooting, and using the crashed car as their cover.

"Stay down, kid!" The driver yelled.

But I refused to go by his orders. I wanted to find the others and make sure they were okay, and SOON!

"Nat! Ramson! Desmond!" I called out and waited for a response.