Crimson

Wrecked

Jason perspective once again
****************************You would think that after calling someone at least 10 ten times they would answer or you would just give up.
"Come on Cassie, answer the fucking phone!"
I have no idea what I'm doing I can't go to the hospital because we'll be sent to jail, I can't ask Bruce for help because I'll be in jail even longer, and I can't let lace die.
FUCK!
Where the hell am I supposed to go.
Lace looks like she in-between drunk and asleep and her head and body sway with the car like nothing matters anymore.
I grab her leg closet to me and start violently shaking her and praying she'll wake up.
Please.
Please wake up.
My shakes weakens into a fit of desperation, my weakness finally exposed to its full capacity.
This.
This was my weakness.
Her and her crazy life.
I know what love feels like and I'm not sure I feel it with lacy.
Theres something else pulling us together ,constantly.
Whatever it is it's not worth going to jail.
Escape the hospital seems easier then escaping Bruce, again that is.
Only problem is I can't just walk in the front door and be like
"Whelp this is my girlfriend who just attempted suicide, pretty sure shes going to die if she doesn't get immediate attention oh and before I forget her eyes are metal and so are legs..... Did you call anybody they ask.... well no because both of us are equal exiled from our family's......and who are you they ask..... my names Jason Todd I run the drug trade here and Gotham and I've killed half of the criminal population in the last month, did I mention the car I drove here in isn't mine but Bruce Wayne also known as FUCKING BATMAN!!"
Jesus how did my life ever reach this point.
I look over to see lacy half dead body and am not surprised by her lack of progress.
I need to act fast and so far
There's two plans I can think of, one has 90% chance of jail time and the other 90% death.
I'm liking my odds with the 90% death since that sums up my entire life.
Pushing the red plastic squares both are seat belts whip back into their sockets.
My foot acts with the seat belts and drives the pedal into the ground, sending the car to over 100 miles per hour.
I aim the car at a thick metal pole jutting out from the concrete.
I place my head on the steering wheel avoiding the killer whiplash soon to come.
This was it ,fake a car crash to avoid all jail associated questions ,and then escape the hospital.
After that home free.
Right?
Yeah sure lets go with that.
I press my forehead into the leather and practically feel each stitch slowly embedding it's self into my skin.
It especially hurts when the wheel turns with out my control.
"What the fuck are you doing!"
Lacy hands are reached across my body ,violently ripping the car from it's forced destiny.
"I was staging a car accident so we could get the hospital to fix you up with no question leading us to jail."
I pushed lacy from the wheel and began swerving it myself.
"Jesus Jas take your foot off the pedal where going a hundred miles an hour"
As I lift my foot an unwanted force sends both are bodies flying causing a crunch between our bones and the dash board.
"Who the hell is that."
Both are head turn simultaneously to see a horribly spray painted ice cream truck pushing our car into an unknown hell.
I ram my foot into the brakes but the car continues to barrel down the road.
"He has determination I'll give him that"
Lacy looks at me unamused by my sarcastic comment but loses interest when another spray painted cars come into view, except this cars in front of us.
Pushing the two ends Of our car into each other.
Other cars pass by us in a horrified fashion swerving through the road avoid us and acting like this wasn't happening.
Lacy opened the dash board to find a small pistol.
Plan b commencing , open the doors and like hell run. I opened my door first but both of us regretted it as it revealed another car barreling towards the cars side. this one came to fast, it didn't crush like the others it ripped through the car as if it were wet paper. this wasn't like the movies where everything slows down and you can see the glass shards floating around you it's just the opposite, everything speeds up and all you can feel is the life ending pain of a cars metal crushing your every being.
The only other awareness is of the cars rolls as it tumbles from the city road to the abandon beach 40 feet below.
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The smell of gas penetrated the air and left my heart to beat faster. my whole world was upside down, and I don't mean that metaphorically my world was actually upside down. the cars roof must of been trashed during the fall for there was a layer of thick sand coating my bloodied body.
My ears perk up to the sound of gun shots. surprisingly coming from lacy. the small pistol from the dash board cracks one bullet after another as she runs to my side of the car.
"You okay."
Her hand grasp mine and pulls me from the heap of broken metal.
"Still alive aren't I".
She reaches into her bra and pulls out a gun.
"Not for long".
Lacy throws the gun at me.
"Now shoot".
The pistol is small but packs a punch. Just as fast as they leave there cars the thugs are shot down.
"This might be a bad time but did you seriously hand me a gun from your bra."
Both of us continue to shoot at the cars.
"Yeah so."
Lacy turns and send a bullet right into a thugs eye sending his brains across the trucks purple and green paint.
"So do you always just have guns hidden in your pajamas".
She sends another bullet but this ones at the car. the bullet drives through the metal hitting the engine. in one big rapid motion the spray painted truck ignites and sends the nearby thugs into its
fire hell.
"Ya and if we make it out of this alive you can try to find all of them ,now run before this car explodes too".
I watch as flames begin to surround the car.
"I think I'll take you up on both of those offers."
We leave our crouched positions and sprit as fast as possible.
Shots fire but every one missing us. I turn my head back to see the car fully devoured by the orange flames. Shit were not nearly far enough.
I lurch forward and tackle lacy down into the sand.
I ignore her protest and hold onto her body, trying to keep both of us as close to the ground as possible.
The engine catches the flames and sky rockets into the air creating an array of colors and destruction.
I press both our body's as far into the sand as they can go and cringe as the heat of the fire licks at my bare back.
The only happiness out of this was the fire from the car spread to the thugs scattering them along the busy road.
i lift my body off of lacy and help her get back into a sprint.
Side by side we run for the city neither one of us looking back but smiles smeared across both our faces as we escaped from the mass destruction.
"So do you still want me to take a look at that whole gun thing."
Lacy smile grows and it's the first time I've ever seen her truly happy.
"I'm gonna take that as a yes".