Immortal

The Run

-Damien-

I was irritated. we had to leave, uproot Elsie's life and mine, because some asshole god decided he wanted to exact revenge through us. of course, Isis wasn't going to help much, just leave us to our own devices.

the only upside was now Khafte wasn't leaving us. I was confused about how i felt about that. i had convinced myself it was all for Elsie, she would be devastated if Khafte left. She looked up to her like a big sister. I was relieved she was staying, I'd grown fond of her company. How she talked to Elsie like a sister and friend, how she would constantly shit stir me in her way, leaving me pissed off and oddly amused.

I didn't get it.

I looked over at Khafte, who was staring out the window of the SUV. She was worrying her lip, deep in thought. I wondered what she was thinking about, not for the first time that day. i looked at Elsie, sitting between us in the backseat, only to find her looking at me, a knowing smile other face. I didn't like that look.

"What?" I asked her gruffly.

"oh, nothing," she grinned.

God I was going to pay for this later by the looks of it. I sighed. We had no idea where we were going, only had Isis' driver driving us to a place unknown where we would ultimately be 'safe'.

I looked at Khafte again. She was still looking out the window and worrying her lip. Still grasping the short staff the driver had given her. He had said it was a gift from Sekhmet. Gods only knew if that was true.

I gazed out the window. We had been driving for hours. I needed to piss and stretch my legs badly. The driver had not spoken a word since we had gotten into the car to leave. As if i couldn't help myself, I looked over at Khafte again. Her eyes had closed now, and she was toying with the staff. She really was something to look at, I thought to myself.

I groaned and leaned forward to speak to the driver.

"Do you think we can stop soon?" I asked the driver.

"Why?" His voice sounded ancient and had an accent I couldn't place. The driver didn't even look back at me.

"I need to use a bathroom and stretch", I grouched, "we could also use something to eat and drink."

The driver was silent for a few moments, and I looked at Elsie. She has perked up at the mention of stretching and food.

"There is a gas station in a few miles. We will make a brief stop there and refill the tank. That should be sufficient."

The driver sounded like a bloody robot! I suddenly wondered if he was. Nothing would surprise me anymore.

"That should be sufficient", I muttered under my breath, I closed my eyes.

"Is there any sign we are being followed?"

I opened my eyes and looked at Khafte. She was leaning forward speaking to the driver. She seemed tense.

"No", the driver replied. 

Khafte leaned back once more, still tense. She hadn't relaxed properly since we left.

Five minutes later, we pulled up at the gas station as promised. We pile out and groaned in unison. Sitting for hours had been painful and unforgiving to our bodies. I looked around and spotted the restrooms.

"I'll be back", I walk doff to the restrooms, without a backwards glance.

I'd been lost in thought about the situation with Khafte during my time in the restrooms, that it wasn't until I was washing my hands and face that I heard  the shouting and jeering. My heart leapt into my throat. I ran out the restrooms to see a scene in front of me. The driver on the ground and unmoving, bleeding gold ichor, and Khafte and Elsie surrounded by at least twenty men.