Running With the Devil (SCP Fanfic)

Chapter 32: Legacy

The weeping of the forest ended, its branches left barren with nothing more to give. Jame's mind was clouded, and he was in a complete daze as him and Malo ran across the swath of forest, well off the path that many have taken.

Barely anything registered in his head, his body was on auto pilot. Any sight brought to his eyes was a blur of passing earth beneath his running feet. Any smell was halted by his nose numbed by the cold. His ears refused to speak to him of his surroundings, except for one noise.

They had gone lazy, his ears, and it took a while of the sound being there for them to bring to his attention. It sounded like a chainsaw being started with the subsequent rolling chains ripping into wood before it was then withdrawn, and the noise would begin again.

"A hundred more feet!" Malo yelled back, her presence being made aware to James again. Malo ran ahead of James, leading the way using the GPS she had connected to on James's phone.

She was right. They were close. The fence around the parking lot was just right there. Malo stopped by the fence and turned back to James. Something in her posture shifted, and she ran over to him, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him toward the fence before practically pushing him over the top. She seemed panicked, and then the sound was made aware to him again, but this time it was much louder and was clearly the sound of some small motor.

As soon as he hit the ground on the other side of the fence, Malo, a second later, did too. She quickly took his hand and ran with him, pulling him by the arm to keep him running forward. The car was right there. They were so close.

Nearing the vehicle, Malo let go of Jame's hand and looked back. Just behind the fence was an incline of protruding rocks in the land and ripping over the deep gray stone, an off-road motorcycle bounded over the barrier.

The bike landed in the gravel parking lot and rushed forward, digging into the ground and spraying the loose rocks behind it. A soldier wearing all black, face obscured by a black balaclava and head topped with a red beret, began driving towards them. It was Captain Wolfe.

As James slammed the door shut to the driver's side, a few bullets punctured the trunk, forcing Malo to duck into the passenger side door. She quickly slammed her door shut as James attempted to start the engine.

The car made a short whirring sound before going silent as he twisted and held the key.

"You have to be kidding me!" James slammed his hands against the steering wheel.

Malo twisted around and looked back through the rear window as James attempted another try at the car. Captain Wolfe kicked the kickstand down and started to approach their vehicle. Step by step, the crunching of his boots on the gravel grew louder.

"QUICK, HE'S -" The engine roared to life, and she was quickly pulled into the back seat as the vehicle gunned forward.

Malo face planted into the seat and bounced around the back before she eventually flipped over and ended up with her head resting on the floor while the car rode over the rocky parking lot.

Slightly losing traction, the car swung its rear end back and forth, going nowhere. In the side mirror, James saw Captain Wolfe run towards the door, and as the car lurched forward, only gaining traction for a second, he extended the pistol towards the driver. James pulled the steering wheel all the way to the right, and the tires found something to cling onto, pulling the car violently to the right before James straightened the wheel and then drove away.

"Take the damn highway!" Malo yelled as she attempted to flip around off the floor, the space in the back being too tight for her large form.

"It's too late," James fixed the rear view mirror, "It's in the other direction, and besides, I think that's how the Foundation found us here. Too many eyes."