Eye Catchers [BrOhm/H2OVanoss]

3

I kept my gun pointed at the man, keeping myself and my brother protected. I didn't recognize him from the lab, but my instincts told me to keep the gun aimed at him. That was until I felt Jon tug at my arm. I looked deep into his mask to see his eyes. You could only see them if you looked really closely. They were purple, black, blue, and slightly green. My eyes widened when I saw the specks of green, meaning he was getting sick.

I lowered my gun, and stared at the other man.

"Why would you want to help us? We could be thieving criminals and I could've shot you and stole everything on you," I interrogated.

"I'm just a nice guy. And if you were the bad guys, you would've shot me already, wanting to add more to your criminal record," he said, taking a quick glance at Jon. "Also if you were thieves, you couldn't have carried anything with him in your arms. He can't run with that gun shot wound. Looks like you two just escaped from somewhere."

I smirked, liking this guy already. Maybe I should trust him. "You're smart. I have respect for you."

"Ha, thanks. Anyway, what exactly happened to your friend?"

I frowned, and looked at Jon. His skin was getting slightly paler, and telling by his eyes, his wound was becoming infected.

"He's my little brother actually. He got shot and I can't patch it up," I explained, leaving out the whole escaping-from-a-lab-and-our-evil-father part.

He came closer to us, scanning Jon's injury. He nodded and lightly touched the wound. Jon hissed and flinched away.

"Try to be still. This might sting a bit." The man said.

He grabbed the fabric of Jon's jeans where the bullet tore it and ripped it off from the knee down. Jon winced and grabbed onto me.

"Sorry, kid." The man apologized, using the torn fabric as a bandage and wrapped it around the wound tightly. "There. That should stop the bleeding. You guys can come to my house since my roommate has medical experience."

"You trust people very easily, don't you?" I raised my eyebrow.

"It makes my life easier."

"Trusting someone too much can get you killed."

"Well, I haven't died yet, so I'm gonna keep doing it." He put his arms out, spun around, and got in his white car. "Just follow me. It's a bit of a drive." He then closed the door.

I was about to go to Jon, but the guy rolled down his window. "Name's Luke. Luke Patterson."

"Ohm. This is my brother, Delirious."

"I'm guessing those are nicknames. But, I'll roll with it for now," Luke concluded, rolling window back up.

I rolled my eyes, picked Jon up, and took him to our car, placing him inside. Before I went to the drivers side, Jon pulled me into a hug and whispered in my ear.

"We did it."

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The drive was silent, only the faint noise of the engine and the tires rolling on the concrete road were heard. Jon spent his time staring out the window, admiring all the little things that passed by. He's never been this far outside of the lab, and neither have I, so this was great to see. Everything by the lab seemed so dull and boring because of the sad mood that floated around it. But moving away, everything was bright and brilliant.

Luke turned into a place where a bunch of houses were lined up. Since it was very early morning, almost all the houses were dark inside. They were all pretty large, modern homes so I was interested to see the inside.