She kicks, swinging her boot clad feet into the biker behind her, she kicks like a wild animal, hitting his shins and knees in bruising blows.
"Don't fucking touch me! Don't touch me!" she screams as she elbows at the big body, throwing her body about in the grip.
But the arm still holds her, however she doesn't notice that the grip has lessened, and the grip is more of a hug, she doesn't notice because all she can think of is being back in that basement, back on those missions.
"Don't hurt yourself" she hears faintly, but the pounding in her ears is loud and unbearable, drowning out any noise.
The arm sits above her breasts wrapped around her chest and she does the only thing she can think of the only thing that will get her out of his grip, baring her teeth like a dog she bites down on the tough and tattooed flesh, her canines break the flesh and blood dribbles into her mouth, the iron is biting as it hits her tongue, but she doesn't release her hold until the arm is pried away from her body.
She takes a large step away from the two huge men that crowd the doorway before she looks at them over her shoulders, she finds Tank holding Hades back, holding a man who has a strange look and a droopy face, she can see Tank's lips moving, but she doesn't stop to hear, instead she bares her teeth like a feral animal before she runs. Her boots thumping against the wooden floors, the stairs and then the gravel out front of the compound.
She stares over the row of bikes, a smaller selection than what she saw on her first day at the compound. Picking a plain black bike closest to her she pulls out the wires, hotwiring them together until a steady rumble calls out into the quiet parking lot, then she jumps and revs it to life and pulls out of the lot like a hooligan, smoke and dust left in her wake.
The poor prospect on gate duty stares wide eyed and he frantically runs to the small shack beside the gate, she doesn't see him through the mirrored glass, but she assumes that the teen is frantically pressing buttons because the gate opens, and she rides through the just wide enough crack.
Riding back through town double the speed limit, she barely notices the blur of the café as she swerves around motorists, she sees the sign for the exit, and she revs harder, pushing the bike further, catapulting it at a fatal speed.
She needs to leave. She needs to go.
But at the last second, she notices the navy truck parked along the side of the exit and the few bikes that are parked along the strip and then she notices the net on the road with silver spikes that sparkle in the sunlight.
She knows she's royally fucked.
That there's no way of getting out of this mess alive, but she's okay with that, okay with knowing that she'll die on this small towns exit to the highway, as long as none of the bikers are hurt, as long as it all ends here with her.
So, she speeds up more, making sure that her helmetless body will be thrown further enough away that none of the bikers will be collateral damage of her escape.
She hears the moment that the tires of her stolen bike pop, she feels it as she loses control of the steering, the net is pulled tightly underneath the bike, stopping it with an abrupt pull that took what she assumes was many bikers.
She hears swearing, yelling, words been thrown at her as she's been thrown off the biker, but her head goes clear as she comes to terms with the fact that this is most likely it. She flown into the air, soaring like a bird as she stares at the blue sky dotted with clouds, she takes in a breath of the clean and crisp air of the small town in Vermont.
Her last thought is that she thinks that maybe in a different life Vermont could have been the place she called home.
And then she hits the ground, but the ground its squishier and warmer than she thought it was going to be and the ground also emits a loud grunt as her body hits it.
And she realises that it obviously wasn't the ground that she hit.
It was Chaos.
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