Rush

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We raced through the streets, familiar sights flashing by. The shelter I used to live in, the market where you could buy wilting or molding food, my apartment building-- all things I saw every day. But this time, I was to fast and too far to see the details. The peeling paint, the broken windows, the holes in the walls. They were replaced by the sight of what was ahead.
The girl suddenly screamed "Turn now!" I could barely hear her over the wind, but I yanked the handlebars to the side. My bike screeched for a second, then continued down the new path. And that's when I heard it. The engines. Two more motorcycles were chasing us, and by the sound of the engines, they were nicer than mine. They would catch up soon.
"Who's following us?" I yelled.
"Gun!" The girl replied.
"What?" I didn't understand. Gun? Then I felt the gun in my belt being taken out, and heard two shots. Oh.
"Gogogogogogo!" Her "go"s were rushed, slurred together in her urgency.
"Did you just shoot them?"
"I tried!" She yelled back. "Think you can do better?"
In response, I motioned for the girl to take the handlebars. It was extremely stupid, but I would rather die like this than being killed by whoever was on the bikes behind us. As she reached in front of me, brown hair partially obscuring my vision, I took the gun and leveled it at the first motorcycle. I wasn't expecting to see who I saw-- the new security guards. My finger pressed on the trigger as I aimed at the blond one's head, but... I couldn't do it. I aimed downwards and shot the tire of his bike, then quickly pivoted and did the same to the one with dark hair. They stopped, flipping over. I twisted back around just in time to see an approaching wall. I grabbed the bars and redirected us.
"Where to now?" I yelled.
"Did you shoot them?!" The girl gasped, attempting to see behind us even as the broken bikes and, hopefully, broken humans retreated.
"No, I got their tires--" I was cut off by the girl screeching.
"Stop!" The street came to a dead end. We shuddered to a halt, the front tire a foot from a wall. The building we almost crashed into was worse than the one I lived in. Various holes littered the exterior, and torn caution tape fluttered in the wind. I felt arms leave my waist as the girl stepped off of my bike and I could see her properly for the first time. She was wearing all black, from her jacket to her combat boots. Her lips, however, were painted a vibrant red.
"You're a lot better looking than I thought you would be," she said.
"Right back at you," I said. It was the adrenaline rush talking-- why would I say that to someone?
She raised her eyebrows in reply. I climbed off of the bike as well. "So where are we going now?"
"I am going in there," she pointed to the building. "You can go home." With that, she ducked into the building, entering through a hole. I followed.
"Hey!" I shouted. "You can't leave me without an explanation!"
"Watch me," the girl snapped as she continued through the run-down warehouse.
"You dragged me into this!"
She spun around and rolled her eyes. "I didn't do anything but save my own ass."
"You jumped on my bike," I shot back.
"You could have not gone. You could have pushed me off and continued to do whatever it is you do."
"I would have died!"
"Yeah, but you didn't know that then, did you?" She turned back around, and only then did I see where she was going. Two sleek metal doors were at the end of the large room, a stark contrast to the rest of my surroundings. They slid open, revealing the inside of an elevator. A blond girl wearing a mouthpiece and headphones stepped out.
"Ember!" She exclaimed when she saw motorcycle girl, then, speaking into her mouthpiece, said, "Sir, I found her."
"Hey, Nina," the girl-- Ember-- sighed.
"Oh, my god," Nina rushed towards Ember and hugged her. "We thought that this time-- well, we thought..."
"I'm fine, I'm fine." Ember pushed Nina back gently. "Check on him." She hooked a thumb back at me.
"Holy--" Nina's eyes widened when she saw me. I ran my hand through my hair. What could be going on? I thought.
I no longer thought of that when my hand came back red. The girls ran towards me just as they faded.
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The first thing I noticed when I woke up was my lack of shirt. I could feel pants, and even my socks, but my shirt was missing.
"Where's my shirt?" I croaked. Then I noticed something else-- someone was gently wiping at my forehead.
"Too bloody," they replied. The voice stirred something in my memory. A chase, a gun, red lips...
"Ember?" I asked?
"That's me." I tried to sit up, but Ember pushed me down softly. "Lie down. You got a pretty nasty cut."
I laid down, but left my eyes open. "How long was I out?"
Ember sighed. "Two days."
"That's a coma," I informed her calmly.
"Yeah. I know," she replied. "Good thing I noticed you were hurt, right?"
I nodded to the best of my ability. I hadn't. I reached up to scratch my head, but I was blocked by aiece of cloth wound around my skull. "Is this my shirt?"
"Yeah, we're out of bandages."
"We? Who's we?" I sat up now, quickly, and then realized it was a mistake as the room began to spin.
The last thing I heard before I slipped back into unconsciousness was, "I'll explain later."
Hi! I can't begin to explain how sorry I am that I didn't update last Sunday! It will never happen again, and if it does, you'll get a chapter on Wednesday and/or and AN on Sunday or Wednesday. Dedication goes to @writers112 because it means a lot that someone whose stories I love and admire likes this one!