Red Cure (on hold)

Part 26

January 18, 2040 1:30 am

I have never been so scared in my entire life. The only good part of this plan was that I knew Sharp was safe. The worst part of the plan was that I had more than fifty people, angry revenge seeking people after me; gaining on me, poking me with sticks. They thirsted for my blood but I don't like sharing. It's my precious.

I managed to outmaneuver most of them and left them in either a pile of twisted metal or on the side of the road without gas but there were still about twenty-five of them still on my tail. Not good. And worse, my bike was running out of gas now too. If they caught me, they were going to do worse than poke me with sticks.

I pulled into a hotel lobby and used the bike to block the doors before they could follow me. While I was running to the back door I could hear them trying to get the door open.

"No! Don't push you'll hurt her!" Somebody screeched. They were so young their voice broke and cracked. I felt kind of bad for a second about stealing the bike but then at the sound of shattering glass and crashing I remembered that they were trying to kill me.

I made it to the back door to see about ten of the guys waiting for me. Not. Good.

"Hey boys, can I interest you in a three night all expenses paid stay in our luxury hotel?" I asked trying to think my way around the ten against one odds. They narrowed their eyes at me as I chuckled at my words.

"Oh well, at least I tried." I said. They rushed towards me, one of them ramming me over and the rest piling on top. Everyone was wrestling and punching each other and it was obvious that they were all either very drunk or slightly drunk and inexperienced in a fight. I managed to get out from under everyone and only with a one black eye, a sore jaw, and few bruised ribs with one that was definitely broken. I ran away from the wrestling idiots and headed towards the black S.U.V I had seen parked on the street. I broke in hotwired it and took off.

With a lot of ten to one fights growing up outside of the Facilities I got used to and good at running.

January 18, 2040 5:30 pm

It actually took him four days to get back not two, and when he did he looked like he had been run over by a semi-truck a couple times. His body was covered in blue purple yellow and green.

I of course had been worried sick, and that's not just an expression, I actually threw up at the end of day two when he hadn't shown up. When he did walk in I couldn't believe what had happened and wished that I had been there. He looked horrible. He told me while I was dressing his wounds that the bikers caught up with him a couple of times before he gave them the slip. We ate and then we left and have been on the move since.

The only good thing to come out of his run in with the bikers is that he's now too weak to drive and at night when we stop to sleep, he's too weak to force me back to the front seat. He's too weak not to give into the comfort I can offer and I'm glad that he's letting me help.

January 19, 2040 6:00 am

We're taking it easy because of Peter's injuries even though he insists we should go on as usual. I have set up a rule that makes us stop the car at exactly 4:00 pm everyday so we can eat then get to sleep earlier. That way we're able to get up at previously outrageous hours. But 6:00 am is sleeping in now, believe it or not.

It will be a while before I'll stop feeling guilty after making Peter laugh. Every time I tell him something funny, like what we usually talk about, he'll laugh and then wince and hold his sides while he chuckles a little.

I hate how the happiness hurts him right now. If I could get ahold of the bikers who laid their hands on him... let's just say that there wouldn't be fifty of them anymore.