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"Let me drive."
"No."
"Megan, let me drive."
"No."
"Megan-"
"I know how to drive, Roy. I know what I'm doing."
"No, you don't."
"Roy, I'm driving."
"Look-"
"I can do this!"
"Megan," Roy took a deep breath, "If you know what you're doing, then tell me," He tapped the display in front of her, "Why are we running on empty?"
Silence.
"What? Why didn't you tell me?" Megan turned to face Roy, nearly sending the car into the median in the process.
"I thought you knew what you were doing! Watch the damn road!"
"Well, honestly, I think that noticing something like that warrants you to tell me!"
"You said you could handle this!"
Megan looked like she wanted to say more, but she stopped herself. She took a deep breath.
"Roy. If we don't make it to the next gas station, you're pushing the car-"
"But-"
"I don't care what you say. It's your fault that we're in this mess-"
"No, it's-"
"Let me finish! You didn't tell me we were out of gas-"
"You should've-"
Megan slammed on the horn. "Roy! Shut up!"
Crying came from the backseat.
Megan and Roy both looked back behind the seat. Rene, who had managed to sleep through the argument, had been awakened by the horn, and was now hungry and upset from being woken up so soon. Both Megan and Roy reached back, but Roy drew away when he caught sight of the death glare Megan sent his way. Sighing, she pulled to the side of the road.
"What are you doing?"
Megan got out of the car, then bent down to look in the window. "You wanna drive? Go ahead." She opened the back door of the car and slid in next to Rene, who was still crying. In minutes, the child was quiet once again, and Roy made his way to the nearest exit.
It took longer than expected to find a gas station open this late, but finally, Roy pulled into the parking lot of one sleazy-looking fill station, the car barely puttering along.
When he stopped, Megan got out of the car, Rene in her arms.
"You want anything? I'm going to get some food. Plus, I think she needs a change."
"I'd really like some beer, but I don't think you can get that for me."
"I wouldn't, even if I could. No drinking and driving."
Roy smiled, shaking his head. It was times like these that he saw the old Megan come through. The Megan that was constantly trying to do right for everyone else.
"Get me some chips."
Megan nodded, then went into the store part of the gas station.
Behind the counter sat a man, probably in his early twenties, eating a greasy corn dog. When the door chimed, announcing the arrival of a new customer, he barely glanced up.
Megan made her way to the back of the store, towards the restrooms. When she emerged, she approached the counter.
"Excuse me."
The clerk looked up. The woman in front of him seemed young, but, he couldn't help but notice what great shape she was in. Not to mention her other-ah-assets. In the deepest voice he could manage, he replied; "Can I help you?"
She shifted the child in her arms to her other hip. "Uh… do you, well, have… uh…" she snapped her fingers, trying to think of the right words. "Um, I need some baby food."
Things like baby food were kept in the back room so they weren't taking up space in the refrigerator
He could use this.
"Come with me to the back room. You can take your pick."
The grateful smile the woman gave him almost, almost made him feel guilty about what he was going to do.
The lights were off in the back room. He fumbled around for the light switch, illuminating the grungy room by a simple lamp.
In a corner, there was a metal rack covered in baby food jars. He presented these to her, smiling suspiciously as he did so.
But she didn't notice.
She browsed the rack, choosing the foods that she thought Rene liked best. The clerk made his way to the front of the room, standing at the doorway. Slowly, gently, he closed the door.
Megan heard the door click shut. She stood up abruptly, turning to the clerk.
"Um… Why'd you close the door?" Her arm tightened around Rene.
The clerk said nothing, but started walking towards Megan.
She realized what was going on.
"No!" she backed towards the wall, trying to find an escape. The clerk lunged, grabbing for her chest. She pushed him away, stumbling over boxes as she struggled to reach the door. He grabbed the leg of her jeans, tripping her. She fell on her back, making sure to not land on top of Rene.
He stood over her, then reached down by Rene to get to the waistband of Megan's jeans. A display case had fallen over, and Megan was trapped under half of it. She couldn't move.
His fingers latched on to the waistband, and he pulled.
"Stop!" Megan screamed, panicking. Her distress overwhelmed Rene.
The infant, like most infants would, threw a tantrum at the onslaught of upsetting circumstances. However, her tantrum was more dangerous than that of a normal child's.
The crying from the child did not faze the clerk, who simply kept pulling on Megan's pants.
Megan felt the weight of the man as he lay on top of her for a better reach. She shut her eyes tight, tears breaking their way out.
The clerk decided that the child was too much of a problem, and shoved her out of Megan's arms. When she felt the weight of her child leave her side, she turned suddenly, reaching for the baby.
It happened in an instant.
While the man worked on shoving Rene off, a primal instinct took over. Rene's arm became a claw, and she ripped into the man's chest.
Megan gasped, holding back bile as blood splattered on her face and clothes.
The moment, which seemed to be frozen in time, sped up again. Rene crashed to the floor, crying once again. Her cries were drowned out by the screams of the clerk.
Roy tapped his foot.
What could be taking so long?
He decided he'd better go see.
When he approached the front counter, there was no one watching the register.
Megan was nowhere to be seen.
He walked to the back of the store to check and see if there was anyone in the bathroom.
It was then that he heard the screams.
There was a storage door to his left. He broke it down with one swift kick.
The sight before him was awful. Megan was on the floor, halfway covered by a display case and some random items. Rene was on the floor a few feet away.
And a random man was on his side, clutching his bleeding chest.
Roy rushed to pick up Rene, who was still screaming and crying, then helped Megan, who was crying just as much.
"Megan," his eyes went to the bleeding man. "What happened?"
"He-he came at me! He tried to…" Roy knew how that sentence would end. Anger boiled up inside of him.
"What else?" he managed to growl out.
"When he shoved Rene away, she… tried to protect herself. She cla-clawed him."
He handed Rene to Megan, then stood up. He checked on the injuries of the clerk, and, when he noted the severity, or, lack of, he started towards the main room of the station.
"Erase his memories."
Megan looked up. "What?"
"Erase his memories. Make him think he was attacked by a wild animal. Then, clean this place up. I'm going to change the security footage. Make it look like we were never here. Then, I'll call the police. When you're done, wait in the car. I won't call until you're ready."
Megan still looked confused.
Roy sighed. "I'm betting the League is hanging on every police scan, every file. They're waiting for you to slip up. A man claiming he was attacked by a demon baby is a major red flag."
She nodded and got to work on erasing the clerk's memories. Roy messed with the video cameras.
When they were both done with their tasks, they ran for the car and sped away.
The whine of police sirens sounded in the distance.
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