The Fools of Remington Street

Chapter Eight- Zhala

I had seen the little bald boy running down the halls of the hospital carrying a small rectangular box. He was wearing a red cape that had the Monarchy's flag printed on it. I was under the impression he had just taken the flag from his room and wanted to pretend he was a superhero or something, but it was a whole other story. He was tricked by a member of the King's League that was scouting the halls. The man had told the boy he had to take the box to the elevator with him, and then he was to wait for further instructions. The boy was told he had to be at least near the elevator when the box's timer was at 00:09.

"If anyone asks you what it's for, just say it's a message for my friend." The man had given the boy the box, and tied the red flag around him. "Make sure everyone can see your cape."

The little boy smiled with his two front teeth missing. He eagerly skipped down the halls toward the elevators. How had I heard this conversation you ask? They were in the hallway where the drinking fountain was. I was in the small room drinking from the fountain when I heard the little boy's laughter. I had seen this boy several times before running up and down the halls. I never knew his name. All I knew was that he always wore blue pajamas and he had some sort of cancer. The doctors always said that he was so mentally strong that he had the potential to get better.

The boy had made it to the elevators by 00:16 and he was bubbly and happy as ever. I had actually walked past him as he was waiting for someone to give him further instructions. I didn't realize it was a bomb until after it had blown up half of the hospital. I'm so so stupid. I could have saved the boy and hundreds of people and maybe tried to stop the bomb, but I hadn't and I let my ignorance get the best of me.

I broke out of my reverie and sat the back of the ambulance with a shard of glass still sticking out of my shoulder. The paramedics were mumbling to each other that they were surprised how calm I was about my injuries. I wasn't calm, I was mentally screaming my head off.

A younger looking paramedic was tending to my shoulder, but an even younger looking girl came up to him and shoved him out of the way. She started working on my shoulder and the boy just walked away in defeat.

The girl had tan skin and long brown hair. She leaned close to my ear. "I'm Maritsa. I'm a part of the Rebellion and I'm here to help you."

I didn't feel like responding. This girl looked like she knew what she was doing.

After a few minutes, she had sewn my shoulder back together and I was good as new.

"How did you do that so easily?" I asked, astonished.

"I'm a healer. That's my power." She looked very happy to say that.

he beckoned over another girl. The other girl didn't look like a paramedic at all. She had short black choppy hair with bangs, pale skin, smoky eyeshadow, and cherry red lips. Not to mention her nose piercing.

Maritsa seemed to be arguing with the piercing girl and finally Maritsa made a face and went to the front of the ambulance and sat in the drivers seat.

I looked over my good shoulder at Maritsa and realized she wasn't actually a paramedic. Neither was the other girl. The other girl dragged me farther into the ambulance and closed the doors. She appeared in the passenger seat. The engine started and I crawled over to a tool table and hung on to it desperately knowing these girls have never driven an ambulance.

"I'm Nyx. This is Maritsa. We're apart of the Rebellion." The black haired girl said as the ambulance swerved to the left.

Now that I see her, Nyx looked like my adopted cousin, Sandy who was from Asia.

I looked down at my shoulder and realized there was no more shrapnel. It was bandaged but still bleeding through.

"Shit!" Nyx yelled looking into the mirror.

"Nyx! Language!" Maritsa yelled.

Nyx probably didn't hear her because she didn't respond. She rolled down the window and looked behind us.

"I knew it! We have company." Nyx stripped off her scrubs and straightened her black T-shirt that was underneath. She grabbed a handgun from her waistband and aimed out the window.  I saw her body recoil and she sat back in the seat.

She reloaded the magazine and tried again. This time, a bullet had come back to us and almost hit Nyx, but she moved back just in time and the bullet hit and shattered the mirror.

Maritsa groaned. "I don't want to cause more damage!"

Suddenly, the two doors flew open right where I was and a man in black appeared. Right behind him were a dozen black cars following with machine guns mounted on the sides. I scrambled to my feet, grabbed the closest thing next to me and threw it at his face. It wasn't until I realize stab the was unfazed from the blow was when I noticed I had thrown a sponge. And he caught it.

It was then and there that I grabbed the mint green tool table and slid it across the floor. If he let go of the side of the ambulance, he would fall. If he stayed and got hit by the sliding table, he would fall. I win either way.

I laughed as he fell into the road. I quickly reached around the ambulance and swung the two doors shut. I fell back into the floor , breathing heavy.

Nyx looked back at me. "Impressive."