Human Nature Is A Bitch.

4our- Not Real Cops?

AunJelle's POV-

I am temporarily thrown back against my seat, smashing into the side of my face, it didn't hurt me, but it took me by surprise. Dan clasps the wheel as we speed down the road side-by-side with Kent and Mickayla. When I recovered, I glance behind us to see red and blue lights following me and Dan, and a faded red truck that had the four guys in it behind Mickayla.

We were being chased. We were fleeing the police. We are going to die. I turned to Dan. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!" I screamed in desperation. My heartbeat was racing faster that the cars were and my breaths were fast. My knuckles were white from gripping the door handle so tightly. I'm going to get arrested and go to jail. Mickayla stared wide-eyed at me through her open window, gripping the above handle for dear life.

"I am so sorry AunJelle. We need to run. Now," Dan said in a tense voice, checking progress of the vehicles behind us. "We have to get out of here. We can't let them get me." What?

Mickayla's POV

Kent leans forward and hollered at Dan, "Split up! I'll meet you at Charlie's warehouse!" and suddenly we were turning left onto a small paved road surrounded by trees on both sides, creating a canopy that blocked out the sun where it joined together above the road. "Kent, where the frick are we going!"

"We have to get out of here." I sat back with an exasperated huff. "Why? We are breaking the law! We could go to jail for this!"

"They're not actual cops." His foot pressed down harder on the gas pedal, pressing my back into the seat. One of my hands instinctively went to the handle on the door, but the other, having no handle, landed on Kent's leg, way higher than it should have been. Kent groaned.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry," I said, yanking my hand back.

There was nobody on the shady road with us, just the red truck with the four guys and my fear. "Open the glove compartment." Kent said gruffly but calmly despite the situation. I did and heavy metal object fell at my feet and I had to spread my legs to keep it from smashing into my feet.

I picked up the silver gun and grabbed a full magazine from the open glove compartment. I shoved it into the gun and cocked it, turning off the safety. "What are you doing?" Kent said, glancing in his mirrors at the people behind us. He held his hand out for the weapon, wanting me to give it to him. Suddenly, something crashed into the back of the car, jolting me forward. I started to roll down the window. I ripped my seatbelt off and ducked out into the wind and lined the sights up with the front tire. The truck slammed into the back of the car again. I saw my reflection in the shiny paint job of the car as I hang out the window and cling to the gun to keep it from falling to the concrete ground. The only thing keeping me from hitting the asphalt was Kent's hand on my shin below the knee.

He pulled me back inside as they rammed the bumper again. I aim for the tire again and pull the trigger a couple times. I sat back down in the seat as the truck swerved off the road and disappeared into the tree line. I put the gun back on safety and returned it to it's place on too of the rags in the glove compartment. I faced a very surprised-looking Kent. "I know how to use a gun. My family is big on guns and believes that everyone should know how to use them." I said cooly, pulling on my seat belt.

"Don't ever do that again."

"Now what's this about them not being real cops?" I ignored him.

He hesitated and glanced nervously in his mirrors. "I should wait utill we are at the warehouse to tell you. Dan explains it much better than I can." We sat in silence for a while. Our road merged with another one and I saw a silver grey Mazda and my heart jumped. We caught up to Dan and AunJelle. There was no cop vehicle behind them anymore.

AunJelle was freaking out, her head in her hands. Her short blonde hair fell in little spikes over her ears that were covered with her hands. She looked up a moment and saw us as we raced down the highway and I smiled at her. Kent and I fell in the lane behind Dan on our way to this ominous warehouse.

We pulled off the paved road onto a mountainous trail, traveling even further from the little mountain town we were lodging in. We stayed on the trail for about five minutes, passing through a private gate. When I questioned about it, Kent silenced me.

The car stopped in from of a creaky metal barn. The big doors were pad-locked. I got out of the car and went to AunJelle who was still shell-shocked in the front seat of our car. Dan and Kent went over to the barn while I pulled AunJelle our of the car. We hugged each other. "It's okay, you got away. You outran them."

"No. He killed them Mick. He shot them. Who the fuck are we with right now? They kill people, they run from cops! They're going to get us killed!" AunJelle ranted, sobbing on my shoulder. She was shaking.

"Kent said they weren't real cops. I'm sure they have a good reason. Come on," I led her to where the boys were breaking the old chain with a shovel. The heavy chain fell to the ground with a thud and we stepped back as they each pulled a heavy door open. We couldn't see anything inside of the dark barn because it was too bright out here.

The boys went inside. I exchanged a glance with AunJelle before pulling her inside. It was still really dark until a light illuminated. It was the inside of a refrigerator, Kent's silhouette in front of it, casing long shadows on the concrete ground. There was food inside. I went forward, hopping over the illuminated shop tools on the ground. I couldn't see Dan anywhere in the dark barn, but Kent was the one who opened the door.

"Charlie always leaves food and clean water here for emergencies." he said absently to himself. Dan pulled a switch in the wall and the whole barn illuminated with dusty yellow light. Two lumps covered with tarps were in the corner. I assumed they were four-wheelers. There was a dusty, wooden, square table to the side and a few chairs. There were toolboxes in the far corner and the fridge and table to the immediate right.

I sat AunJelle down at the table, trying to pull her out of her panting shock. Dan was uncovering the four wheelers while Kent fished out some fresh water from a cabinet by the fridge. My mind was swirling with questions. Who were these two guys, why are those not-cops after them? What did they do that was so bad that they have people hunting them? Why do they have guns, and most importantly, would we be able to get away from them safely?