Chapter 1: Some Vacation...
"Vaughn?"
Vaughn's eyes slowly fluttered open, and he saw Sydney in the passenger seat, a long scar down her left cheek. Stunned, he glanced around. The serene countryside was barely visible through the cracked windshield and the whole side of the car had caved in. A... a wreck... He tried to remember, but it was all fuzzy.
"Vaughn, are you okay?" Syd asked, stroking his cheek passionately.
"Yes. You?"
She never got a chance to reply, because an ambulance screeched to a halt near the car, sirens blaring, and several paramedics rushed towards the car.
"Ma'am, sir. Are you okay?" one asked them.
"Yes." they both replied painfully. Their bodies ached horribly, and Vaughn didn't look too good with several gashes covering his body.
"Sir, we've got them. Yes, I'll take care of the girl." Sydney overhead one of the paramedics say over a walkie talkie.
"I don't need that." She told the man as he filled a syringe with a possibly dangerous liquid. Something wasn't right here, but she didn't know what.
Sydney's eyes met with Vaughn's and she blinked in morse code. "S-u-s-p-i-c-i-o-u-s. K-e-e-p-e-y-e-s-p-e-e-l-e-d."
He nodded.
Syd turned her attention back to the paramedic who was about ready to inject her. "I said, I don't need that!" She declared, her voice firm.
He ignored her and tried anyways. Big mistake! In one fluent motion, Syd grabbed the syringe from his hands and injected HIM with it. The paramedic turned stiff and toppled to the ground, dead.
"Vaughn." Syd turned to face him, a look of horror on her face. " We've gotta' get out of here."
Vaughn agreed and threw his door open. Syd followed suit and they ran into the cornfield, "paramedics" chasing after them with shotguns.
They ran, hand in hand, through the cornfield, trying to elude their pursuers. Shots rang out, missing them, of course, as the pursuers closed in on them. Deeper into the cornfield they ran, ignoring the cuts they got from the corn husks. Finally, Vaughn halted. There was complete silence, and he pointed into the corn.
Syd turned around and saw one of their pursuers, back turned to them, searching the ground for footprints. She nodded to Vaughn and they slowly crept up behind him, knocking him out with a series of punches and kicks.
Vaughn changed into the man's clothes and Syd grabbed his supplies (a med pack, shotgun, and other assorted items that might have came in use). When they were ready, they quietly walked through the corn back to where the ambulance was parked.
"You take the wheel." he told Syd as he climbed in the back. "I'll look for any clues as to who these guys are."
Syd did as he said, and was about to buckle the seatbelt when she saw a helicopter in the distance. She could barely make out the two figures, one with an automatic in hand.
"We've got company." She told Vaughn as she put the van in reverse.
"What is it?"
"A helicopter."
"Lovely." he murmured as he grabbed a hold of the stretcher.
The wheels screeched as Syd slammed on the pedal as hard as she could, the ambulance picking up speed to about fifty miles per hour.
The helicopter moved in, the man leaning out the window, firing his gun rapidly at the speeding ambulance. The windshield was riddled with bullet holes and Syd screamed when a bullet hit the seat an inch from her head.
With determination, she pulled a 180, cranked it into drive, and pushed on the pedal harder. In the back, Vaughn was holding on for dear life. Bullets now ripped through the back doors. Shattering the glass cabinets and raining glass fragment on his head.
"Sydney! Are you okay?"
"Fine. We're headed towards town..." the ambulance lurches to one side as Syd barely missed hitting the oncoming traffic. "We can lose them easier."
"Some vacation, huh?" Vaughn asked her.
The ambulance was barreling through town at speeds over eighty, sirens blaring, and the helicopter behind it.
"Yeah, I guess." She smiled. "Just wait till our honeymoon."
Vaughn chuckled.
SCREECH! Syd lurched forward as she slowed down to a stop in a hotel parking garage. Vaughn and Syd stepped out into the dimly lit garage, and, without saying a word, rushed to the elevator, the helicopter still hovering outside.