Part 8

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 "DUCK" DIXIE YELLED. BARELY MISSING, A BULLET SORED ABOVE MY HEAD SLICING THROUGH AN INCH OF MY BRAIDS. SWOOOSH... I SCAMPERED OFF MY KNEES, SCRAPING THEM ALONG THE FLOOR. THE PAIN WAS IRRESISTIBLE BUT SOMEHOW I KEPT RUNNING. MY HEART WAS PUMPING AND MY LUNGS WERE BURNING. RUNNING UP THE HILL, WELL MORE LIKE STUMBLING UP THE HILL AS GOOD AS I COULD WHILE MY LEGS WERE THROBBING IN PAIN. I FELT MY WHOLE BODY GROW WEAKER AND I FELT LIKE I WAS GONNA COLLAPSE, FINALLY I REACHED THE TOP OF THE HILL. PANTING I MANAGED TO THROW MYSELF BEHIND A RUBBISH BIN AS I HEARD FURTHER SHOTS FIRE BEHIND ME. CAREFULLY I PEAKED AROUND THE CORNER SCANNING THE AREA LIKE A BIRD LOOKING FOR CHARLI AND DIXIE. WHEN I SPOTTED SOMETHING SMALL THAT SEEMED TO MOVE IN THE DISTANCE MY HEART SUNK DEEP DOWN INTO MY PANTS. NEXT MINUTE I FELT A WARM BEATH IN THE BACK OF MY NECK AND TWO COLD BONY HANDS IRONING AROUND MY NECK. "DON'T MAKE A NOISE, YOUR GOING TO COME WITH ME NOW"A HARSH VOICE SAID FROM BEHIND, YANKING MY HAIR I GOT DRAGGED TO A COME DOWN LOOKING WHITE VAN. THE ANONYMOUS MAN OPENED THE SCREACHY TRUNK AND PUSHED ME INSIDE, IT WAS DARK AND DAMP ON THE INSIDE. I FELT SOMETHING WARM MOVING NEXT TO ME, I HEARD IT WIMPER. "CHARLI" I SAID IN A BARE WHISPER, "IS THAT YOU" THE WARM MASS SEEMED TO BE MOVING BEFORE IT SPOKE, " HELLO- ANYONE". HER VOICE SEEMED TO SHAKE BEFORE SHE STEADILY REPLIED, "ZIA IS ME CHARLI, I DON'T KNOW WHERE WE ARE OR WHAT'S HAPPENING BUT WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE.. I COULD HEAR MY HEART BEATING IN MY EARS. "HOLD ONE SECOND" THE TRUNK SPACE WAS REALLY SMALL AND IT WAS DIFFICULT TO MOVE, MY BACK WAS ACHING FROM LAYING IN A CROUCHED POSITION. I HEARD THE MOTORE HAUL OUT LOUD BEFORE STUTTERING AND COMING TO AN ABRUPT HALT. I FLEW FORWARDS HITTING MY HEAD HARD ON A TOOL BOX THAT SHUDDERD AROUND WHEN I HIT IT. I FELT THE BLOOD RUNNING DOWN FROM HIGH FOREHEAD, THE WOUND WAS THROBBING AND THE BLOOD WAS TRICKLING DOWN MY FACE, I GROANED IN PAIN. "SHHH OR OR KIDNAPPER MIGHT NOW THAT WE ARE AWAKE". CAREFULLY NOT TO HIT ANYTHING I WRENCHED TO GRAB MY HAIR NEEDLE, IN ATTEMPT TO UNLOCK THE TRUNK . " PASS IT TO ME" CHARLI SAID. SHAKINGLY CHARLI GRABBED THE PIN FROM MY OPEN HAND AND BENT IT TO FIT INTO THE KEYHOLE. AFTER A BIT OF RUMMAGING THERE WAS A SLIGHT CLICK. "WERE OPEN" CHARLI SAID. ' ON MY COUNT WERE GONNA JUMP, GIVE ME YOUR HAND". IN THE DARK I SEARCHED FOR CHARLIS SMALL HAND. HER TOUCH WAS WARM AND GENTLE. A LOUD BANG WACKED ME OUT OF MY THOUGHTS, CHARLI HAD KICKED THE TRUNK FLAP AS HARD AS SHE COULD AND IT BURST OPEN. THE AIR FLOW FAS SO STRONG IT ALMOST SUCKED ME OUT.

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