And When Our Children Tell Our Story [On hiatus until I pull my life together]

Chapter 7

Alex's PoV

"Kix!" I scream. "Un-moor the boat and get the gangplank up! Y'all better be ready to jump aboard! They're on us!" The race to the boat isn't terrifying in the least. It's exhilarating, exactly the kind of thing I've been needing. I let out a few whoops of joy along the way. I burst out of the woods and tear up the stretch of grass, then the road, then the other stretch of grass, and barrel back into the rest of the city. I scream at people to get out of my way as I race madly back to the boat, an insane grin on my face. I cackle madly as my feet pound on the wooden dock, shooting the people there, and leap across the two-foot gap of water and land perfectly on the yacht, bowing to a non-existent crowd. I can feel Andre rolling his eyes through my mic. "Shut the fuck up Kix, you're just jealous I'm better than you." I taunt, watching my men running towards us with cops on their tail. I boredly take one out.

"And how are you better than me exactly?" He demands. I hear someone else sigh through another mic. I assume it's Maria.

"Well, to start." I take out another cop and Maria lands beside me, panting. "I'm more handsome than you, I'm stronger than you, I'm smarter than you, I served as a general in the Army, I can speak three languages, I can kill people." I take out another cop and run into the cockpit with a snarl. "I'm not incompetent." I shove him to the side and get the boat the fuck out of the harbor, all my men on board. "And I'm not a dick twenty four seven." I speed up, heading south, the adrenaline fading away slowly. "You can take the headsets off now. We won't need them for a while. We're going down to Florida, I need someone to do some basic research and find a place we can dock at and a jail we can destroy. We won't have the luxury of planning a detailed attack, from now on they have to be hit 'n run." I start muttering calculations under my breath. A deck boat yacht such as this clocks out at twenty three miles per hour at it's fastest, which is what we're currently going. We have the whole continent to boat down, driving takes over a day. Boating will take much longer, so it would be prudent to ditch the boat in a few hours and drive the rest of the way. We have a few hours as the police will have to inspect the crime scene and get it on the news and everything. And because we disabled the cameras and removed the footage and killed everyone, it should take a while for word to spread it was us. Although there were a lot of bystanders who saw us, so if I factor in that, we have even less time. I increase our speed from eighteen miles per hour all the way up to twenty three and turn the autopilot on. Then I walk out of the cockpit and join everyone else in the cabin. "That was quite fun, no?"

"Define 'fun'." Hercules mutters.

"I don't think you really want me to Hercules. Now, we can continue by yacht for a few hours, three at most. That leaves us with over a thousand more miles to cover by car, but by car is much faster and easier, so don't try to argue with me. We'll dock anywhere we can in three and a half hours. So enjoy what time you have to relax now folks, because once we dock, life is going to be even more of a hell than it was. I have plans to get my hands on a helicopter. That won't be easy. And we'll have to go back to Nevis to re-stock after this trip, to be safe. We have a lot of work ahead of us men." I say, squishing myself into a chair with John. I need to relax for a few minutes, even though my brain refuses to let me.

"That was eventful." He says, hugging me. "I'm glad one of us found it fun."

"That's the kind of thing I quite enjoy John." I say. "Not as dangerous as being out on a battlefield, but if you're not careful, you could still die. And I am quite partial to the rush of adrenaline in my blood that that sort of even semi life-threatening situation bestows. It's quite nice." He hums in response, playing with my hair. I really need to figure out a way to propose to him. Quite frankly, I need that reassurance that if we're engaged, he'll be devoted to me. If we were engaged, then would do anything for me, even though all I feel is brief flashes of affection for him, and bursts of actual love at times. I mentally scream. My thoughts are becoming too much for me to handle. If I'm not careful, then I'll lose my mind and succumb to insanity. I can't have that happen.

I DID IT. //cries// I'M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. BUT IT'S HERE AND IT'S SHITTY AND ONLY KINDA EDITED BECAUSE IT'S LATE.

Questions, comments, concerns, all are welcome. I read every comment and respond to most. Please comment. What? No! I'm not going crazy from lack of social contact. I'm an introvert! We don't even know what that means! (Coff totally not a Hondo quote coff) But please comment if you want, ask questions about the story as of now or what's going to happen or whatever. Fuck, you can ask about me, I don't give a shit. Please, it's one am and I'm going crazy so comment if you want but you don't have to but please do!! Okay bye I'm going to go now and listen to Newsies because I listened to it today and I really like it okay BYE I'm going to go be clinically insane somewhere else I LOVE YOU ALL PLATONICLY YOU'RE MY FAMILY BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE FAM!!!!!!!!!!