Vita et Mors - Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil Fanfiction

Chapter 33

A/N: went on a field trip today. It was so boring that I want to scream. I had a laugh with my friends, but the actual river and sht was really tedious. Seriously, will our lives depend on knowing whether the upper course of a river is deeper than the lower course? I think not.

Anyways, I started this chapter and would have had it up two days ago, but it got deleted cause I forgot to save. Whoops.

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(Sophie's POV)

As we finally reached what looked to be the end of this miserable road, which took nearly an hour, I slowed down until we almost stopped.

"Is there a sign around?" I asked.

Gemma twisted, looking, before she pointed. "There!"

There was a sign, almost completely concealed by trees at the edge of the road. "Londons only 50 miles away. We must have been in Norwich."

"All, let's get to a hospital," Gemma said.

"Yeah, we need to stop this poisoning and I also need to get my bullet wound checked out."

"You what?!" Gemma exclaimed.

"Did I not mention? I was shot in the arm when I ran from the basement."

"Sooo... About four days ago?"

"Give or take a bit, yes," I agreed.

Gemma examined my arm, declared I wasn't on my death bed from the wound, even though we were being poisoned, and took over driving.

Gemma actually stuck to the speed limit as we drove towards London. "Can we go to St Anthony's Hospital?" I asked, wanting to be close to home.

Gemma nodded her consent as we continued to drive. We were about twenty miles away from the chosen hospital before a beeping went off from the direction of the dashboard.

Cracking our necks in the speed to look at it, we saw a little map had popped up, and our exact location was on it.

"They're tracking us," I whispered. Gemma bit her lip and sped up.

Only five minutes later, we heard an engine behind us.

I swivelled around. An Aston Martin V12 Vantage S was behind us.

"Gemma?" I said, casually.

"Hmm?" She panicked slightly.

"Put your foot down, we are in very serious trouble."

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Gemma raced us through the streets as the car behind us, no doubt following us by the way they were chasing, tried to catch up.

"Gem, you're going to have to go faster," I said. They were gaining on us quickly.

"Hold on tight, then, and pray I don't crash," Gemma tried to joke, as we sped to over 100mph.

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Cars scattered out of our way as we zoomed down the streets of London. The car was loosing their gain on us, as Gemma through the steering wheel viciously left, swinging us dangerously down another road.

Horns honked, people cursed, engines roared as we tried to loose our pursuers.

"Come on, Gem, you can do it," I encouraged her.

She was sweating, her breathing erratic as she clutched the steering wheel, trying to keep us on the road. Neither of us were that brilliant at driving - we were good enough, and very safe and sensible, but were definitely not equipped to do this.