A Dreamer's Worlds

No Break for a Bandit

Elian smirked. Their brown eyes shone with mischief and I can honestly say that there was never a moment in which I wanted to punch them more.

I mean, I generally wanted to punch them, but I really wanted to punch them now. The asshole had finally bested me and now they all happy about it.

Well, I wasn't happy, and tied up or no, I was sure as hell going to reach my gun. I just had to wait for Elian to stop looking at me. They had to look away eventually. They'd have to use the bathroom, or get something ready, or just anything that would mean I had time to grab my gun, free myself, shoot Elian in the foot, and escape.

Well, the shooting Elian was optional. It wasn't that big of a priority. Really. I could totally escape without harming Elian whatsoever.

I had that much restraint.

Probably.

Elian finally left to do something. Maybe get their auto ready. I didn't care. I squirmed until I was at my gun. Though my hands were tied together, it was easy enough to fire a pulse at the ropes around my feet.

Elian heard the pulse. They came running back, but now I could run too. Not so confident now, are you Elian?

They raised their hands up and let me leave. They didn't seem bothered; probably thought I couldn't ride my bike with my hands tied up like this.

Fuck you, Elian. I do what I want.

I stepped out of the shack and backpedaled to my bike. Any other time, I'd take a moment to admire it. I'd stolen it from a nobleman a few years back and it'd been my baby ever since.

I holstered my gun and swung onto the bike. I leaned down and rubbed the rope on a sharp part of the bike.

The door of the shack opened. Elian was coming after me.

I stopped trying to free myself and starting up the bike, the purr of the engine bringing a smile to my face. Tied hands or not, I was riding this bike to my freedom.

And I did. It wasn't even hard. Sure, I couldn't really break, but that was a-okay. Elian definitely wouldn't be able to catch me now.

I rode through the rocky terrain. Steering was a little hard, but once I was far enough away I could finish cutting my ropes off. Just needed to find a little hideout.

Which would be difficult, to say the least. Elian somehow found my favorite one, so I couldn't go there anymore unless I wanted some of my stuff.

Still, if they knew about that one, then how many others did they know about?

I needed new hideouts, but I was pressed for time.

I let off on the speed, ready to stop. First things first, get my hands free, and then find a new hideout. Simple enough.

My bike slowed to a stop by an outcropping of rocks. I stayed on, leaning back down to the sharp part. My hands were quickly free, and now I could ride my bike properly.

Deciding the risk was worth it, I headed to one of my more obscure hideouts. Hopefully Elian didn't know about that one, and I couldn't see why they would. I almost never used it except to dump random shit that I didn't know what else to do with.

It was also several hours away from anything else. There was a reason why I never went there. It was out in the middle of fucking nowhere.

Unfortunately, I was not at 'anything else.' Elian had caught me a couple days away from my super obscure hideout, so it was going to take me a while to get there.