Don't Be Scared

S.1 E.2 ~ FZ (Ch. 11)

"Murphy!" I shouted, bewildered at his actions while he started the engine.

"I need you to calm down." I pleaded calmly.

Well, as calmly as I could. I already don't like cars and, I 'm sure I won't like being in them after this. What is he even doing? My hand grabbed his arm, but he slapped it away with his other.

Our eyes met, but all I could read was fear. What did they do to him in that lab?

"Murphy!" I shouted again as he spun the tires, taking off towards Devil's Refinery.

Not good. The man just left Doc without even blinking!

"Murphy, calm down. You're leaving Doc stranded." I pointed out, gripping the edge of the console.

What do I do? What do I do?!

"I don't care! I don't care!" He snapped.

His hands turned snow white as he gripped the steering wheel tighter than anything he's ever gripped. The only thing that wasn't shaking from the fear and adrenaline was his hands since they were in a steady grip.

"Hey, I get it. I do. I just.. I just need you to calm down so we can both calm down, together."

My whole body was tensed, my back was stiffed into a straight line. So stiff my neck started to ache. Not only was fear coursing through him but myself. What will happen if he doesn't gain back control over the logical side of his brain in time?

I looked out the windshield to see the fuel truck and some of the refinery. Please don't make me do what I think I'm about to have to do.

"Murphy!" I shouted once more, "Please, slow down!"

He did the exact opposite of my appeal. Anything would be gratefully appreciated. 

"You're going to kill us!" I finally released the panic I was keeping pent up, fearing for my own life.

The very unwise man just kept ignore me, driving towards the metal structure. Okay, okay. They do these things in the movies all the time. I focused on my safety now instead of his. He's too far gone for me.

My very inexperienced hand gripped the door and swung it open. I kept it open as the wind from Murphy's speed kept pleading for it to shut back.

"One.."

I couldn't even let myself get to 'two' before jumping out off the speeding vehicle; I knew if I'd hesitated more, I'd never do it. Mid-air, my body curved into a tight ball. My arms protected my face from the dirt, rock, and whatever was on the ground as they formed an 'X' over my face.

Gravity bounced my body off of the rock filled flooring, tumbling me down the road a couple of feet from where I made the cannonball. Being cut and having a rash from the ground was causing wounds to tear into my skin.

This isn't as cool as they made it out to be in the movies. Shoulders didn't relax until I felt my body finally come to a complete stop. I may have stopped myself from wheeling around more, but I couldn't stop the bleeding.

I clutched the open wounds to my chest. The wounds were exactly on the bottom of my arm, starting a few inches from my wrist and stopped right there under my elbow. They throbbed in aches and pains. 

My heart was pulsating more than it has ever done in it's whole life; I think I'd rather run for hours then drink cold, cold water. Something like this little stunt is very unexpected from a person like me.

The warm DNA flowered from my forearms the most, touching the oxygen in the air. This only added more pain. Oh, fuck. Why can't this be the movies? At least the hot actors don't get hurt like this.