The Darkest Minds - Fanfiction (Vida x Chubs)

Chapter Two

Vida

"What are we going to do? .....Maybe we do need to shoot him," Chubs said. His hands started fidgeting.

"No, I got this, I told you." I grabbed our crowbar from the backseat and stuffed it in my bag. I squeezed one hand around the right strap of it to ready myself. "We need to switch seats."

"Why?" Chubs asked. I glared at him. "Fine." 

I leaned against the dashboard and Chubs climbed into my seat. I quickly maneuvered myself into the drivers seat, careful not to honk the horn. Then I unlocked the doors.

We heard the door slam from the tracker's car. I looked in the rear view mirror and I still only saw one guy. But there was a shadow in the backseat, I couldn't make out if it was another tracker or not....

"What am I supposed to do?"

 "Shut up, and follow my lead."

The tracker's boots crunched across the gravel to where we were pulled over on the side of the road. He had his gun at the ready. Smart man. Not smart enough, though.

Finally, the guy walked slowly over to the driver's window. He had blonde hair and stubble on his cheeks. He also had a couple bruises, probably from another kid he tried, and maybe succeeded, in bringing in. He looked like he hadn't slept in days.

The tracker held the gun out and made an up and down motion with it. I moved my hand to do what he asked.

"You're going to just roll down the window? Are you st--"

"Shut up, granny. Please." I hissed. Then I pushed my finger on the button and rolled down the window. I moved my left hand to the door handle.

The guy looked in, his gun pointing at me and Chubs.

"What seems to be the problem?" I asked in my sweetest voice. Which was hard.

"You know why I'm here," he said, his voice gruff. He sounded older than he looked. "Get out of the car quietly and quickly and I won't shoot."

"Oh really? That's all we need to do?"

"Vida...." Chubs whispered, not moving.

"Well, I'm sure we could do that, or--" 

In one motion, I grabbed the barrel of his gun with my right hand and aimed it upward. The tracker had fast reflexes, I had to give him that -- he shot the gun and it hit the roof of the car. I heard Chubs yelp. Then, I quickly used my left hand to shove open the door, successfully slammed him in the stomach with it. 

In his surprise, I yanked the gun out of his hand, turned on the safety, and gave it to Chubs. I knew he probably wouldn't use it, but the tracker didn't know that. And I didn't need the gun anyway. Not yet. Chubs fumbled with the gun and his glasses, which had almost flown off his face when the gun went off.

"C'mon, get out of the car," I said, already grabbing my backpack strap with my right hand and getting out. I heard Chubs scrambling with the gun to get out as well.

The guy was on the ground but he popped up pretty quick. I tightened my grip on the backpack strap and when he stood up, I swung it in a large arc and the crowbar made a loud clanging sound against his temple. The guy's eyes went wide and he stumbled for a second, then fell to the ground again.

I quickly bent down and took his tracker device out of his jacket pocket and turned around, throwing it to Chubs.

Chubs caught it, miraculously, and pointed the gun at the guy.

The guy wasn't completely knocked out, but he didn't look like he would be getting up anytime soon.

"Chubs, give me the gun."