Dark Forest Family Roadtrip

Chapter Three

Ashfur let out a pained cry as he crumbled to the ground, holding his jaw in agony. Brick grinned, "That oughta teach ya not to go around knockin over bikes, dumbass!" Brick delivered a kick to Ashfur's abdomen.
Hawkfrost winced, moving to step between the two. Before he could get anywhere near Brick, he felt a firm hand grasp his shoulder. "Wouldn't interfere if I were you, 'less you're looking to lose a few teeth," Bone growled into Hawkfrost's ear.
The van doors flew open. Thistleclaw leaped out of the rusted van, knife in hand. Brokenstar, who looked very confused, was at his side. Mapleshade was still in the passengers seat, but she was no longer looking at her phone. Clearly, she was getting ready to watch the ensuing chaos.
Hawkfrost yanked himself free of Bone's grip, turning to deliver a punch to the biker's throat. Bone stumbled backwards, straight into Tigerstar.
Hawkfrost turned back to Brick. They were still focused on kicking the shit out of Ashfur, who looked unconscious at this point.
Hawkfrost leapt at Brick, tackling the biker to the ground. "Hey, get off me, asshole!" Brick cried out.
Hawkfrost scrambled to his feet, grabbing Ashfur's unconscious body and hurrying to the van.
"Retreat!" Brokenstar called out, firing his gun into the air. Where the hell did Brokenstar get a gun?
Tigerstar got back into the driver's seat, starting the engine as fast as he could. Hawkfrost threw Ashfur into the van, piling in after him. "STEP ON IT!"
The van sped off down the road, dust flying behind it.
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Hawkfrost looked out the window, glad to see that the bikers weren't following them. It's only been an hour and we've already committed at least four felonies. This is fine.
Ashfur was still unconscious, lying in the middle row, getting blood all over the seats. Hawkfrost let out a deep sigh.
Man, he was hungry. It was a shame that they hadn't had time to buy anything. It would probably be a few more hours until they had another chance to grab snacks. Didn't help matters that he had a horrible feeling that they'd forgotten something.
And then a realization struck him. The middle row. It was a lot less cramped. Oh shit.
"Guys I think we left Darkstripe at the gas station."