Fracted (Book #2)

Chapter 30: Unnoticeable

I felt the sudden urge to shake. But like the nervous type of shake. But similar to Jason's shake. My veins expand and deflate. My heart pulsing through my sternum. My ears had sharp ringing and were uncontrollable. Much like transverse waves, they were also deafening.
I was moaning like an animal during labor. Every space between my bones and flesh was scorching in heat. Lots of pressure. High tension. This is worse than getting a high fever topped with getting infected with a deadly virus that slowly eats your skin.
Please stop, I tell myself. Just stop I beg of you.
Then I heard Eiffel's comforting voice. "Jess?" Her voice echoed distinctly through my numb ears. The sharp, ear-splitting shrieks have stopped.
"Eiffffffel..." I said with a distorted croak.
"Hey, you're okay."
I see her staring down at me, my head on her lap. She was sitting on the pavement where I was knocked out. My neck didn't seem to hurt anymore.
"Good to see you."
"Did you die or something? 'Cause you sound like you did." She chuckled.
"No, it's...just so good to see you again."
"I'm glad too--"
I hear sounds of rapid strikes through fleshy substance. Like a punch. I heard it again twice--oh it is definitely punches landing. I turn to look at Patrick and Jason. The two pounded on the clone furiously.
He was beaten to death. It was pretty pointless. After all, it's not real.
"Stop it, you two!" I gathered some strength to shout. But I wasn't heard until a few seconds later. The two had bloody and bruised knuckles.
We looked like criminals. Our deeds looked a lot like felonies. Things have changed since after we all tried to escape. I would've asked for forgiveness, but we were too busy running away. Fleeing
"Alright then," Patrick panted.
"So what now?" Jason asked as if he doesn't know he's our source of transportation. "Where to, guys?"
They walked toward us. Jason has a dark red slash on his cheek running all the way to his chin. Patrick held his right hand up to his side. His gray sweater drenched in maroon liquid.
"What do you mean by 'where to'?" Eiffel said.
"Brooklyn, remember?" I continued and stood up, shaking off the dust and dirt.
"I just thought we'd have an extra stop before we go, you know? For food and drinks."
"No we're good--Let's just get outta here. Away."
"Sure. Why not?" Jason smiled for a second, but he grabbed on to my shoulder and rested his head on top of mine. He looked and sounded tired. Worse than what I've seen seconds ago.
"You okay?" I said with a sincere tone.
"Yeah, I...just got bashed in the head with a brick. I think it's a small cinder block, I'm not sure."
A series of clustered yelling surrounded us. Zips had come out of their houses, curious of what happened.
"C'mon, Jason, let's go before they catch us." Eiffel assisted his right shoulder and I assisted his left. We dragged him down closer to the flaming house. I can feel his breath blowing my hair.
"You can do it, Jason. Just think of where we're going. Just flash us outta here." Patrick said with an ached tone. He sucks in a breath and held on to both of his wound and the burlap.
The neighbors got closer, and we disappeared right before they saw our faces clearly.