Hi guys! I'd like to thank Darcy18 for pointing out that yesterday I'd uploaded a chapter from my other story by accident instead of the chapter meant for this story, oops ;) it's all fixed now so hope it didn't cause too much confusion haha ;) so hopefully I upload the right one today and hope you enjoy It and please leave a review I'd you did :) I'm sure your used to BB's antics now so you know what to expect ;) ~ Louise Lawliet

Chapter 4 - Pain and Exhaustion

BB had now been driving for a few hours. His childhood fear of being on the roads still lingered slightly and he wiped his eyes from exhaustion. He hated the names and dates he saw whilst traveling. They made him dizzy and sick. They always had done, and he had more to worry about right now than slight nausea. The blood still seeping from the wound shoulder was slowly becoming more and more obvious on his torn prison clothing he still wore. He couldn't stop driving, he had to get out of California. More to the point, he had to get out of the US. But in his current situation it was going to be more than a little difficult. He grunted as he came to a set of traffic lights. He pressed on his shoulder again to try stem the bleeding again but small amounts of blood continued to trickle from the open wound. If he didn't try something soon he would bleed to death. He tore the fabric from his clothes and removed the orange jacket. Tearing the sleeve from the jacket, he tied it tight around the wound,

"Why did you not do that before 'genius'," he cursed to himself as he then pressed on the accelerator as the traffic began moving again. He then looked down at the wound on his stomach, not as major as the bullet wound on his shoulder, but still pretty bad. It wasn't bleeding, but the jagged edges of the wound, caused from the barbed wire, were still incredibly inflamed. "Fuck my life," he said as he continued along the road.

"I need to get out of California, I need to get to Nevada next, maybe then can find somewhere to stay the night,". Luckily for BB, no one knew what he looked like, and no one who walked the earth knew his true name. Well no one except the egotistical British Bastard and his 2 caretakers. BB growled and gripped the steering wheel tighter at the thought of his old mentor. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the world outside. He had been shut away for 3 years without so much as a window to view outside, he forgot how the outside was. He sighed as he pulled onto an interstate. He flicked the radio back on and tuned it into any radio station it picked up.

'Breaking News as prisoners escape cells at California Prison. 6 Officers and 5 Prisoners Dead, one prisoner has been reported as missing. Rue Ryuzaki, 5"10, slight build and shaggy dark hair, he also has heavy burn scars on his chest, abdomen and arms. He is possibly injured. If you see anyone fitting the...'

"Fucking brilliant!" BB shut of the radio and brought a hand through his hair, "I need to get out of the US now!" He grunted and the pain in his abdomen grew, "Can things get any worse?" And just as he started to bring the car to speed, blue lights flashed behind him and he turned to look in the rear-view mirror. "A cop car, great just great," he pulled the small Corsa off the interstate at the next junction and drove it down a small empty road and came to a stop. As the officer approached he came to the area wear the car once sported a window, now just shards of glass spiked up from the gap.

"Sir are computer shows that this car has been reported as stolen." He started to look over BB with a strange glare.

"Has it now? Well that could be true, could be said for a lot of things," BB smirked and the officer continued to glare at him,

"Sir, I need you to step out of the vehicle," BB just smiled and complied and as he stood from the car, the officer just stared at him oddly,

"Sir can I ask you how you came to have all those injuries?"

'Ah, maybe I can have some fun here,' BB laughed, "Well, the burn scars are from my attempted suicide around 3 years ago, the wound on my shoulder which won't stop fucking bleeding is where an incompetent prison officer tried to shoot to kill me and fucking missed! And the wound on my stomach is from some barbed wire I climbed over and it cut into me. Oh and the graze on my hand is from punching the window of the car," he said as he indicated towards the car.

"Sir you need to come with me,"

"I think not, Officer James Wylde, I think the only one of us going anywhere is you!" BB pulled the gun he had in his trousers and shot the officer in the chest, as the man fell he then shot him through the head.

His date was up.

"Shit I can't exactly leave him here," BB looked around making sure no other car or person came up, he grabbed the body of the officer and dragged it toward the boot (I think people in the US call it a trunk?) of the car. He groaned as he felt the stabbing pain in his stomach intensify, he opened the boot of the car and stuffed the dead man inside. Slamming it hard to make sure it closed and then got back in the car panting, mainly caused by the pain in his shoulder and stomach. He tried to catch his breath and looked down to his stomach and he had re-opened the wound and it had resumed leaking out the thick red life substance.

"Oh fuck not now!" BB knew the wounds would have trouble healing due to the burns that once raveshed his skin, he reached into the back seat and grabbed the torn jacket and tied it as best he could around his abdomen.

2 hours later

BB began to feel the effects of exhaustion. He had managed to finally get into Nevada. He knew he needed to ditch the car ASAP. And the body that still lay stuffed in the tiny boot space, he drove down a small back road and stopped the car by a small field. He stepped out of the car, leaving it running, and sighed. Clutching his stomach, BB took out the gun and shot at the petrol tank below. As the liquid became to pour out, opened the boot and removed the officers jacket from his cold body. He soaked the jacket in the petrol that leaked out then splashed it over the insides of the vehicle, he leant into the car and grabbed the two wires that he used to spark the car into life, pulling them towards the petrol soaked fabric of the seats, he sparked them until the spart caused the petrol to ignite on the fabric, he backed off at speed as the car burst into flames. BB smiled as the car, including the body, slowly burned out,

"And now thats dealt with," BB smirked again and gripped his pained stomach. He started to walk down the dark, seemingly abandoned road, following along the various fields that aligned the road. After only walking for around 30 minutes, he saw an old shed or barn type structure at the bottom of a field. He ran as quickly as he was able to and reached the smallish barn. He pushed the rotten door aside and collapsed onto the floor from complete exhaustion.