42nd Country Road

Back Off

"Mark where are we going?" I asked, opening my eyes.

"I'm not sure, we past Denver and we can't really go back there so let's see where the road takes us," He said smiling with his words. Jack was asleep in the front with his arm resting on the cool exterior of the car. I closed my eyes again and fell asleep.

I woke up to Mark's soft hum, the car still swaying from movement. Jack was still sleeping. I knew what song Mark was humming, making my eyes heavy again. We started to slow down. My eyes opened wide and I sat up as we came to a stop.

"Why are we stopping?" I asked Mark.

"Uh... we're low on gas," He said, "Wake up Jack, I guess we're walking from here,"

"Walking? The Reunion AND the FR want us dead," I said. He analyzed my point and cursed under his breath. I saw another car coming up behind us. I grabbed my gun and looked at Mark. He must have seen the car to. I started to reach for Jack. I scolded at him to not to. A large man started to crawl out of the car and walk over to us. To men came out of the car and followed him. I stuck the gun in the rim of my jeans. The man knocked on the window. Mark cranked it down.

"Hello, you must be Mark," The man said in his booming voice.

"Ya, that's me. What do you want?" Mark said with anger rising in his voice. I lightly touched his arm. His head whipped around to meet my green eyes. I looked at him telling him not to go dark. He returned the look and focused his attention back to the large man.

"We would like to ask you a few questions about the FR," the man said, looking over at Jack. It felt like I was just smacked across the face. I remembered that I was the one that killed the FR's and the Reunions leaders. I had become the most dangerous person in the world. I felt light headed. I rolled my head back, hitting it on the large back window.

"M-Mark," I said quietly, trying to catch my breath.

"What's wrong with her," The man said. Mark turned around. He partially crawled into the back, lifting my head up.

"What's wrong, Ev?" He questioned.

"I-I need Fresh air," I said reaching for the door handle. He let go of my face and crawled back to the front. He opened the door shoving the man out of the way. I opened the door and fell out of the car. I gripped the car standing up slowly. My face still white and my heart beat still pounding. One of the other men came to help me. I pulled out the gun when he was about an arm's length away from me.

"Back o-off," I coughed out. I was holding my side in pain from when I hit the ground. Mark came up and grabbed the gun from me. I reached for it, failing to grab it from his grasp.

"We need to go," Mark said ushering me back to the car. The large man came over and grabbed my shoulder. I screamed in pain. Mark lost it and shot the gun hitting the second man behind the first one square in the chest.

"What the hell," The man standing in front of us boomed.

"Touch her again and your other man's gone too," Mark said. Mark laid me down in the back and closed the door walking over to the drivers side. I was still so overwhelmed with all the things that I've done. He started the truck and drove off leaving the two men behind. The men hopped into their car and started to follow us.

"Mark," I said weakly. He looked in his rearview mirror. He stepped on the gas pedal. Pushing the little truck to its limit. The engine started to pop. I looked up and noticed the skylight. I kicked it, shattering it. The glass shards went everywhere. That woke Jack up.

"What happened??" He said, confused. Nobody answered. I crawled out of the skylight with my gun. I shot the tire of the car racing behind us.