The Enhanced

Chapter Thirty Nine

The ambulance seemed to take an age before arriving. When I finally spot the flashing lights across the field, I finally allow myself to breathe. As far as I could tell, Aiden was doing alright for now. I had kept pressure on the wound to prevent as much blood loss as possible and he was still able to speak coherently.

My own wound were becoming troubling for me. Both my knife and bullet wound were bleeding profusely and a small puddle had collected around where I was sitting on the grass. When the paramedics make an appearance, I wave them over to Aiden who was slumped next to a tree beside me. The police are called nearly immediately when the dead body is spotted near us.

At some point, Danielle regains consciousness and is checked over by medics as well and she is given the all clear. Surprisingly, she comes to talk to me. She hits me with a flurry of questions and accusations and I tell her what I am allowed to. I otherwise claim he was lying and that I had never seen him before in my life and that he was a local madman. For what I could tell, she seemed to believe me.

After Danielle leaves I find myself feeling dizzy and ill. A second later, the light seems to fade away and I feel my body slide and hit the ground behind me before I fall unconscious completely.

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When I wake I am on a stretched in the bright light of the ambulance with Aiden right beside me, holding my hand. His shirt was cut away and I could see the stitches they had done to stop the bleeding. His smile told me he was going to be okay.

I struggle to it up and look around. My own wounds had been temporarily tended to as well. There were bandages over them, with some blood seeping through. And my foot had been wrapped up as well. I look around at the scene playing out in front of me. Policemen were questioning Danielle. Paramedics were helping to carry the man's dead body away and into a coroner's van.

I look to Aiden, "we need to go," I say, urgently.

He gives me a crazy look, "No way! Look at you, look at me. We can't go. You need medical help," he insists.

I s hake my head and squeeze his hand, "I'll be fine. But we need to go, you have to trust me," I plead.

He looks at me, "but what about all this?"

I look at the scene, "they'll sort it out," I say, referring to the Toulon facility, I assumed they would easily cover this up and deal with it quicky and efficiently.

Aiden, seemingly understanding, stands and begins to help me up from the stretcher. And, when no one is looking, we step into the night and run away as quickly as we can in our injured states. It seems to take an age to cross the field, side by side. And it isn't until we step onto the road and away from the park that we hear the shouts of poeple realising we were gone. I glance behind and see the light of flashlights being shone around in search for the two of us.

It was official we were on the run.

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Aiden seemed to sense the change in plan almost immediately. We exchange some rudimentary details as we approach the house. By the time we get to our street, the sun is already beginning to rise as a new day begins. And today of all days, was the most important. If we could surivvie through today, then there was hope for us.

With everything that happened there had to be a change of plans. Aiden would have to come with me now. There was nowhere else for him to go. The police would be looking for him and my own facility wouldn't be far behind. We would have to go on the run together.