The Visor's Visions

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

I frantically ran out of Callie's apartment, stopping for a brief moment. I look up, seeing Callie wave to me through her window. I wave back, smiling, before running out of the area. 2:05 ticks on my visor, and it begins scanning routes to get around all the commotion in town.

"Take a right on Pinewood Road and walk for two miles."

Ugh, I don't have time for this. I see a broken bike leaning against a building, and I get the idea of taking it. So, out of the sake of time, I grab the bike, mend the chain, and test it. It moves swiftly, and I hop on. I push my leg off the ground, accelerating forward and down a hill.

"Aaaaaa--AAAAAAH!!" I began shrieking, the hill too steep for me to keep going down.

I eventually stop the pedals and lightly brake so I don't accidentally kill myself going down a hill. Hmm, now I wonder how many people have accidentally killed themselves going too fast down a hill on a bike. Visor?

"Nearly 1,000 bicyclists die and an average of 13,000 get injured due to bike-related injuries and crashes every year." It announces.

"Ah, that's comforting." I begin sweating profusely, trying to control the bike again. The cold air around me seems to fizzle away, as the adrenaline spreads into my veins. Very suddenly though, I feel at a slight ease, like the adrenaline went away and was replaced by warm water. I look to see that the hill is getting less steep, so I brake on the bike, stopping it. I look to my left, and there are some lights from police cars and fire trucks. I look to my right, lights across the neighborhood are flicked on.

"Ah, call me a Stealers Wheel, cause I'm stuck in the middle with THIS BULLSH-"

A siren goes on, covering my curse. Ah, screw the allusions, I gotta get out of this mess. I ditch the bike, running across the sidewalk rapidly and as fast as I can. It's when I suddenly stop and fall over onto my face that there is a massive lit area from the police lights. I get up, groaning from the fall and poking my head out from the darkness, scanning the area. Four police officers aren't so bad, I just need a distraction. I dig in my pocket, remembering the half-drank Pepsi I had.

"Oh look, a convenient plot device! In my pocket yet too!" I excitedly say in my head. I grab the soda bottle, shaking it vigorously. I wait behind the building until I deem that it is good enough to throw. The bottle expands beyond its limits, and I throw it into the open area, just close enough for the police to not see me run past. As I run past, I stop behind another building for cover, listening in on what they say.

"Hey, Steve? A Pepsi bottle was just thrown over here." An officer looks at the bottle suspiciously.

"Really? Of all things, a Pepsi bottle?" Steve replies, confused.

They both go towards it, the bottle exploding from the built-up pressure inside. The drink sprays on them. I can't help but laugh, kneeling and gasping for air. The police quickly run back, some of the liquid dripping off their hats. They seemingly spot me, perhaps from my visor's reflection and laughter. It takes me a minute to process that they are staring at me before I begin running.

"BAD IDEA! BAD IDEA!" I begin screaming mentally, sprinting away. Great, now I am on a police chase, the last thing I wanted to deal with tonight... or ever. Let's see..."Visor, how to escape from a police chase?"

"Did you mean: How to escape from pig lice?"

"NO! HOW TO ESCAPE FROM PO-LEECE CHAY-SE!" I enunciate slowly but clearly.

"Did you mean: Lice Case?"

"Ugh, screw you, I'll do this on my own."

I look over and see a short garage, leading up to a few houses. Next to the garage is a street light. Well, let's see how well my "Spidey" abilities are.