He grabs my hand and tears off in a full throttle run. Where he thinks we are going I don't know, but I pant and try my best to keep up with him as we race across the uneven rocks.
Blam-blam-blam.
I scream as chips of rock slice through my jeans and mini explosions commence around us. My foot slips and my teeth make a terrible clack when my forehead hits the ground. Someone has seen us, and isn't pulling their punches.
In a moment Slade pulls me up and away from the gunfire.
"This way!" He yells back to me, his hand once more wrapped around mine as he drags me into the blackness of the woods.
How far we go before I start feeling dizzy I don't know. I can't seem to get enough oxygen in my lungs and my head feels fuzzy, as if my head is something separate from my body.
"Come on!" He cries when I begin to falter. I push through it, determined to stay awake. Then we come out of the trees and I see where he's leading me.
There's the beach and there's the enemies boats.
"No!" I scream and wrench at his tight grip. "You're crazy they'll kill us!"
He whips around and clamps a hand over my mouth. "Shut up!" He demands. "We can do this."
My head is spinning so bad that the simple action of him covering my mouth makes black creep in my vision. I slump forward in his arms.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's wrong? Are you hit?" He turns me around so he can see my face. "No, that's not it. You hit your head didn't you? You've got a concussion, Chastity. Whatever you do stay with me!"
I make a feeble attempt at a nod, my head spinning.
"I'm going down there; you stay here. OK? And stay awake for Christ's sake." He relieves me of my gun and slaps my shoulder before he races off. I stumble over to a rock and watch him make his way down to the beach.
Slade runs into their floodlights, his hands up. Some men in robber masks with Tommy guns approach him and soon they seem to be arguing. He juts a thumb my way. You damn bastard Slade, are you selling me out?
I watch as they start walking towards a boat. I close my eyes for a moment to try to collect myself.
Rat-tat-tat-tat.
I gasp, Slade's wrestling with one of the guys and here comes all his black masked friends. Slade's now kicking the living shit out of four guys at one time. Whoa, Slade's kicks butt. I think as I watch him shoot some and physically kill others. The ground is quickly littered with bodies.
But now it seems one of the bad guys is getting the better of my muscle bound eye patched guardian. I look down at myself. Isn't there something I can do to help him? Damn a concussion, I'm going.
I limp up and begin staggering towards the battle. I come to a guy Slade's already killed and take his gun.
Slade and the other dude are locked in combat. It appears Slade's losing. I can help!
I point my gun at them, but a wave of nausea hits me and I wince as my vision goes blurry. Suddenly I can't tell which one's Slade. He's the one in the grey prison uniform right? I take the shot.
As I face plant in the sand and pass out, I hear someone scream. Oops, hope it wasn't you, Slade.
