In Too Deep

22

In the far far distance I can hear the faint humming of voices. My eyes are open but my vision is blurred. My head is spinning and if I had eaten anything I'd be throwing up right now.

I close my eyes and hope that the world stops spinning at such an alarming rate. I hear the door close and can no longer feel other presences in this room.

I look around my surroundings and see two of everything. I can't lose sight of him now. No not now, not now when i'm so close.

I take a deep breath and sit up before toppling over. I land on the cold floor and rest my cheek upon it for a few seconds.

I groan and press my hands against the surface and push up. I rise to my feet uncoordinatedly. I kick off my heels and relish in the feeling of the cold ones against my feet. Anything cold feels better than the heat that once passed through me earlier on.

I walk towards the exit and stop in my tracks as I see a pool of blood blocking the entrance. Professor Strange.

I walk through the puddle and out into the hallway. A few bodies are left out here. Bleeding to death. The walls and doors are riddled with bullet holes.

I walk down the hall against the brick wall as it is the only thing holding me up. I feels exhausted. All I want to do is sleep but I can't do that. Not right now.

"Need to find him" I say to no one but myself.

I finally reach the entrance of the facility and spot my car. I smile but then realize that my keys aren't even on me. Fuck.

A roar of a truck alerts my attention and I hide. I watch as it begins to leave the asylum property. That's Jack and his men. A few cars follow swiftly behind. I hear a bike come to life and look around to see where it is.

My eyes flicker from the truck to the bike and I argue with myself. I don't have much time.

"Fuck" I gather all of my strength as I run towards it. Thankfully the man about to get on isn't built big. I see a gun poking itself out of his pants band and I grab it. I take it off safety and fire it straight into the mans arm.

"Fuck" he screams and looks at the origin of the shot.

"Sorry" I shoot two more times, all in the chest area and he drops onto the ground. I walk closer, my feet hurt from the prickling of the stones beneath me.

I look to see if he's still alive but he's not. I skip the gun into my back and hop onto the motorcycle.

"Should be like riding a bike right?" I ask myself.

I look behind me to see that the truck is no longer in sight and I panic.

"Breathe Harley. They're headed for the factory. Frost said they would" I say out loud and I nod to myself.

I breathe deeply and kick up the small stand holding the bike up and I take off.

I start off shaky at first but after a bit I get the hang of it.

The wind is pushing my hair back and making my eyes water. Damn. Should've taken the helmet.

In the distance I can see the large array of cars that were once in the asylum lot.

We're nearing the city, about to go onto the bridge.

I move into the lane beside me and spot a very familiar looking Lamborghini.

I growl and up my speed, racing through the cars in between me and him. I cut off a truck directly behind Jack and make eye contact with him through his mirror. I see him slam his hand onto the steering wheel and he changes lanes.

He aims to lose me in the midst of cars but if that's what his goal was he should've gotten a less flashy get away car.

I groan and rejoice in the empty land in front of him. I hit the gas and speed in front of him. I turn the bike on it's side and hope ontop. It slides across the concrete before stopping. I stand in front of it.

Jack hits the brakes, speeding to a stop. Cars behind him begin to follow the same path as him. The loud truck behind him honks and I see that it's an oversized white male in a trucker hat and flannel.

Jack gets out of the vehicle, still dressed in the pants from the asylum. He lacks a shirt.

He walks towards me.

"What now Harley?" he asks.

"You left me. You can't just leave me" I say to him.

"You're a pain in the ass you know that? Not only did you fuck with my mind for months, you wish to continue this with physical torture? Stalking me" he laughs and I grab onto his neck.

"Take me with you" I whisper and he laughs in my face.

"Buddy, mind screaming at your bitch somewhere el—" I take out the gun I previously stole and fire at the man. He drops dead in a second. Good aim.

"I was just about to warn him" he chuckles before looking at me. I hold the gun to his head and Jack looks at me in false astonishment.

"Don't hurt me. I'll be your friend" he smiles and my eyes tear up.

"Take me back" I beg and he begins to whisper 'Do it'.

"A gun doesn't scare you but my heart does?" I question him and before I know it he knocks it out of my hand and slips it behind him.

He grabs onto my throat and brings me towards him. He bends down to my ear.

"Go. Away" he pushes me and walks back to the drivers seat.

"Not this time" I say to myself and run towards the passenger side. I hop in and buckle myself up.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he asks as he sits down.

"Take me back" I say once more.

"Take you back where?" he asks.

"To where it all ended"