The Criminal Outrage

Chapter 18

I heard some more gunshots before Ricardo turned the corner. We were all in a panic, even Ricardo. His arm was bleeding pretty heavily from the shot he received from the man, but he didn't look TOO bothered by it. To him, it was probably just a tiny wound. He'd been through worse, trust me. Stab wounds, gunshots wounds to the torso, etc. etc. 

I was busy wiping off my face which was hit by a little arm blood, thanks to Ricardo. 

"Are you good, R?" Winchester swiveled his head around.

"Sure."

It wasn't soon after when we heard a lot of sirens. So many that I had to cover my ears. Ricardo didn't look pleased, equally to the others, but he had the face of longing. The same face he had when he rushed us out of the House the one day my Parents were killed. The thought of it made a lump come to my throat. I didn't cry...I hardly ever cry. 

Soon enough, I saw a Police Officer drifting into action. Ricardo yelped a bit when they swerved straight into the car. Another Officer appeared out of nowhere that sent the car rocketing to the left, and my head hit the door frame so hard that I blacked out. I felt every little thing, but I saw nothing. I rubbed my eyes to try to get my vision back, but I got nothing. Just blankness. 

"Oh my god! Ricardo! Pick's dead!" I heard Sly's voice.

"I ain't dead! I can't see!!" I yelled back. I only heard silence and then a few yells. A large slam on my head sent my vision back into place, but it was shaking hard. 

A few moments later, the car drifted around a gas station shaped building. The sirens grew louder and my ears were ringing. I blacked out a few times before I started seeing normally again. Ricardo spun the wheel and we lost the Cops just like that. It was easy...something I didn't expect. 

"Woohoo! I knew we'd do it!" Winchester yelped.

Ricardo let go of his wounded arm and smiled. "Time to get back on the road, folks."

He turned so quickly that I almost crashed my head into the door frame again. Luckily I didn't. 

Unfortunately for us, I felt the wind shuffling around my body as we neared more cars. It was a tiny little space down to some more roads, but Ricardo ensured me and the others that it was our safest bet.

WRONG.

I saw more sirens coming up, and I tried to stop Ricardo. He wouldn't listen. "They're not coming for us anymore. You're just hearing them from...far away," He'd lie when I asked. 

"Pick?" He asked.

"Yeh?" I responded.

"Get out. Now!"

The words hit me hard. I looked up front to him and turned my head. "What did you just say?"

"I SAID GET OUT! NOW!" He let go of the wheel to open my door. I saw the street instantly, and pushed away from it. "I SAID NOW! NOW, PICK! GET...OUT!!" He kicked my back, and I flew out. My head scraped against the street and my knees skid hard. I felt some skin rip off of me. I did a full-out roll, and popped up for a few seconds. I saw a car bumper in front of me, and my head bounced off of it. I rolled again before coming to a sudden stop. 

Cliche, I know, but everything went

BLACK.

Well, not every little thing went black...I saw some blurred movements, too. I didn't need to see it though. When Ricardo tried to push through a tight space in between a parked car and a moving car but instead got crushed. The car turned a bit to the left as the Officers surrounded the car.