I was yawning. You'd be yawning too, if you'd only had two hours of sleep in 48 hours. Our first stop after escaping the city was going to a big city and after I had put in contact lenses that changed my eyes from green to brown, added some fake hair dye, I went to a certain bank. Passing myself of Otto Slash, I retrieved the safety deposit box.
Domino was rifling through the contents as we pulled away from the bank. Soon, we were yet another random car in the mid-day rush. He was making a list of the contents.
"Some cell phones, assorted fake IDs, cash, credit cards, and a..." he broke off, frowning.
"Desert Eagle," I said, running an electric razor over my face, erasing the stubble and making it smooth. "I don't intend to shoot anyone, but it's a good motivational tool."
We headed east towards the mountains. I figured we could hide out in a cabin there while we figured out our next move. It seemed a good place. The cell phones were simple prepaid phones and were burners. The credit cards were legit accounts that X had set up. It was hard to check into a hotel with just cash. I liked to be prepared which was why I had the cash hidden as well.
Long ago, I had heard of the six P's. Prior Preparation Prevents Piss Poor Performance. I thought that watching too much television made me do what I did. Squirrel away things just in case. This was a just in case if ever it existed.
There was a cabin we were heading to. It was in the mountains. I was able to take the exit that began out winding way up the mountainside.
"What happens now?" Domino asked, shutting off the radio when it got nothing but static.
"We get to the cabin, lie low, and wait for the heat to die off. If it ever does. Then...well...I'm not quite sure. We can't go back home. So, I guess we'll live off the grid. I wonder if the Amish are hiring."
"The who?"
"Amish. No electricity. They live as if it was the 1800's still. One could hide in plain sight with them. Harrison Ford did that."
We kept curving back and forth up the mountain, and soon, the cabin was close. We crested the final slope, and the cabin came into view.
"Oh no!" Domino exclaimed.
"Whafuck?" I asked, hitting the brakes.
There was a small spaceship by the cabin. Much like what Domino was in when he crash landed on earth. Hauling the wheel to left, I pulled the hand brake, attempting to drift our way through a 180 degree circle, so we could attempt to escape.
Unfortunately, I wasn't used to drifting on dirt. There wasn't the same amount of traction like on pavement. We spun uselessly, and before we could get going again, we were surrounded by over a dozen Nekos.
"Ideas?" I asked.
"Fighting?" Domino asked hopefully, handing me the Desert Eagle.
Placing the heavy weapon in the backseat, I shook my head. Even with 100% accuracy, there was no way I could fight off all of them. Hating myself for it, I raised my hands in surrender.
"I love you," I told Domino.
"I love you, too." He said, before we were roughly pulled out, and marched up the ramp and separated.
I didn't know where Domino was taken. I was taken to a small cell. Not tall enough for me to stand in, my back quickly began to ache. It wasn't even long enough to lay down in. I began watching. Observing. For one simple reason.
It is a prisoner's first duty to escape.
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