Runaway [5SOS AU]

14- Dream Ninjas

Shareece:

"You can't be serious." My eyes widened to the size of saucers when Ashton quietly opened the driver door. "If the killers don't get to us first then this car will probably explode and do the job for them." That was when I began listing the different ways the van could kill us.

It could fall apart and crush us under the impact.

It could reroute the gas through the air-con and gas us.

The brakes could stop working and...

"Don't worry. I've driven it before. Starting it up is the most difficult part," Ashton whispered. Without knowing it I didn't get into the awaiting passenger seat. He rolled his eyes and leaned over. His arms sneaked underneath my arms and he lifted me into the car.

My hands searched for a seatbelt but they only grabbed at air. I turned my head around to see if I'd just missed but found that there was nothing to miss.

"This car has got to be breaking laws," I whispered as Ashton pulled out the keys from the centre console.

He pushed the key into the ignition before sucking in a deep breath. The anticipation built as he began to turn the key. No one was running towards us. Neither of us had bullets pummelling towards us. We had to be doing something. He fully turned the key and the car spluttered to life...before spluttering back to its death.

I found it difficult to breathe. The heads of killers by the gates turned towards us and the waved over others. Ashton turned the key again with more desperation. Killers ran towards us at record speed. They had guns slung over their shoulders and placed in their hands though for whatever reason they didn't shoot us. That fact both relieved and stressed me.

The killers were right in front of us and nearly at our impossible to lock doors. Just as they were on the verge of opening my door Ashton turned the key and the car coughed into a working state. It felt like a movie moment when everything nearly comes to an end but it doesn't. Though there was a slight issue with that feeling. The issue was that Ashton was too late and the middle-aged man had opened the back seat door.

Ashton pushed down on the accelerator only to be attacked from behind by a man dressed in black. Another man jumped in the back and turned to me. I didn't know what to do. Was I supposed to fight? No. Not in a space of that size. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into the dark back compartment of the van. His hands pinned me down by my throat. He wasn't strangling me but the idea that he could disturbed me. My hands searched the metal floor for something of any use. The first item my right hand came across was a skipping rope. I picked it up and flung it unsuccessfully at his face. It hit him. Just not very hard. His temper seemed to rise and his eyes flickered with anger.

I looked over beside me and found Ashton blacked out with his hands and feet restrained with cable ties. I looked back to the man with his hands around my throat. A smirk grew onto his face. His grip on my neck tightened slightly as he raised my head of the metal ground. I knew what was to come next so I closed my eyes. Then with a swift jerk downwards my head hit the metal and numbness swept over my body. I had blacked out too.

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The pain at the back of my head was the first thing I noticed. The second thing I noticed was the bag over my head and cable tie holding my hands to bar. I saw the stitching of the potato sack that no matter hard I flicked my head I couldn't get off. I could tell I was sitting on some kind of leathery chair due to the squeaking it made when I moved. If I leaned myself slightly to the left I found myself pressed against a wall. All I could smell was the stale, dry scent of the sack obscuring my senses.

It was silent. That was what sent shivers through my bones. I couldn't gage where I was and I felt cold. Not just because of the silence but the actual temperature. It made me uncomfortable and fidgety as my body tried to stay warm. It must be night time. I brought my knees up to my chest and leant my pounding head forward. I closed my eyes and slept. I dreamt of ninjas coming in the night and sneaking me away from my blurry hell. Sadly when I woke up, my hands were rubbing against a rough surface like another sack, there was a limp body sitting next to me and my blurry hell rumbled to life. The dream ninjas didn't come for me. They didn't even try.

It was then that I realised where I was. I was sitting on a two seater chair lined with off pale green leather. To my left was a wide window that stretched three rows in front of me. I was on the school bus. And next to me was most likely another victim like myself. Potato sacked and cable tied to the metal bar in front of us.

"Where going on an adventure?" Laughed a sickening voice that I had heard before. It reminded me of scraped knees and bruises. Of the stinging antiseptic. It reminded of the times I went to Tinaya's place. It was her sister.

"Bianca?" I called only to find my voice sounded weary and drained.

"Yes Shareece, it is I. And you are in for a fate worse than death," she replied before jolting the bus forward.

It was unexpected and with the jolt came a hit to the head. And with that hit to the head came a pounding headache. I felt my eyes twitching as they fought between closing and staying open. The body next to me stirred slightly in their seat. Next thing I knew I was drifting back to sleep to the yells and protests of Erica Wilkins beside me.

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A-N: Sooooooooo...why do you think Bianca was a bitch in the first place?

Also, the promised poll question. Though my last one didn't really get any comments.
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Q: Is Ashton alive, dead or otherwise?

Sorry if you think this took a while. Assignments are pretty much over now...except for that summary of the Hobbit that we have to do on each of the nineteen chapters. While I'm still on chapter nine. And each chapter takes me about an hour to read a write about. Wish me luck cos it's due next Friday.

P.S: I thought of calling this chapter Bianca Bitch but then I was just like DREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAM NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNJAAAAAAAAAS! Also, that'd be second piece of alliteration after Witch on Weed...