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Chapter 6
Upperton South Hospital was full of patents from the explosion at Lipski Inc. People were claiming that they were feeling ill, but no explanation for their illness could be found. It was the busiest that it had been in as long as the doctors could remember. Every corner had noise bursting out of it, patents complaining and doctors and nurses trying to keep everyone calm. Everywhere was full of life, everywhere except one hallway. A hall that was completely empty except for the two doctors and one patent. The doctors were easily the best employed at the hospital, and both had actually been given invitations to work at Lipski Inc.
The two doctors stared at their patent with confused faces. They have never seen anything like what they were looking at right now. They were looking down at a blue man with black hair, and not just any man, but Drew Lipski. A man that was famous worldwide for inventing thousands of cures for diseases that everyone else had all but given up on. This was a man that everyone, not only in the medical community, but in the world knew about.
"What do you think Matt?" One of the doctors asked in a voice that was slightly shaken. He was tall, very skinny, and had thick glasses with a mop of grey hair on his head. "What could be wrong with him?"
"Well, I have a few guesses Bill." The other doctor said. Matt was also tall but that was the only similarity between him and Bill. He was young and had short brown hair and was a bit overweight, not obese just a bit chubby.
"I would love to hear them." Bill responded.
"No you wouldn't, seeing that they all include aliens or ancient Aztec curses." Matt said jokingly. "At least, that's what I'm thinking right now."
"Can't you ever be serious!?" Bill yelled. He respected Matt because, for Matt's age he was brilliant. Sometimes however, Bill had troubles keeping him serious about their work.
"Well Bill, I don't know what to tell you." Matt thought for a moment. "I've heard that colloidal silver can turn skin a bluish color, but this is ridicules."
"Tell me about it." The older man responded. "And the blue skin is only the beginning of the oddities. Did you take a look at his brain scans, his activity is off the charts. Even though he is unconscious his brain is racing faster than any person who is awake."
"Not to mention that all his wounds heeled up on the way here." The younger doctor added. "That's crazy fast, especially for the kinds of burns that were described to us. The paramedics said they could actually see the wounds heal." Then he pointed to a cut underneath Drew's eye. "Why didn't that one heal?"
"I don't know, we had to manually stitch that one up. The cut wasn't even that deep." The older doctor rubbed his chin. "I've never seen anything like this before."
"This is going to make an excellent case study, don't you think?" Matt turned to bill and patted him on the back.
"Well, it is going to be an interesting conversation when he wakes up." Bill responded. "I just hope I'm here at the hospital when he does. I have a lot of questions for him."
Back at Middleton Labs, Kim and Mr. Possible were outside in the rain watching the GJ agents get out of their vehicles and approach the building. Kim was supporting her Dad on her shoulder do to the leg wound that he had sustained earlier in the night.
The agents that approached the lab looked different than the standard GJ agents, they had the blue uniforms but had black body-armor on over it. They also wore helmets and masks that covered their faces completely. Then someone got out of one of the vehicles that Mr. Possible recognized. It was Dr. Director, and she looked like she was going to tear someone's head off.
As Dr. Director exited her car, she took a look around. She noticed that the door was open to the lab, and that Dr. Possible and who she was assuming to be his daughter were standing in front of the building. She gave out a very loud angry sigh as she approached Dr. Possible.
"What the hell happened here!?" She demanded. "You told me that you would handle your own security! I offered to guard your damn facility with my agents, but no, you had to do it yourself! And look at the mess that you've created here!" Dr. Director then looked at Mr. Possible's leg, then for a moment took a slightly different tone. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I still have some adrenaline left in me. It didn't hit any bone, so as long as I get to a hospital, I should be alright." Mr. Possible said warily.
Then Dr. Director looked at his daughter and noticed that she was wearing the battle suit. "And what the fuck is your daughter doing with our battle suit on!?"
"Dr. Director, let me explain…" Mr. Possible was cut off.
"From now on, this lab is under my watch. I have officially named it a matter of international security." Dr. Director then made a hand gesture to her agents and they ran into the building. "I gave you the benefit of the doubt Mr. Possible, it is something that I am starting to regret. From now on my top agents will be guarding you facility." She pointed to one of her armored agents. "These men are veterans Dr. Possible. They are known as the Thrones, my personal bodyguard." Dr. Director then looked down at Kim and shook her head. "Now, would you mind telling me how exactly your daughter got to be wearing our battle suit?" Mr. Possible was about to speak up, but he was cut off by Kim.
"I stole it." She said sheepishly. "I wanted to show you what it could do, so I took it and put it on." Dr. Possible cringed when he thought of the verbal beating that he was about to get.
"So," Dr. Director started. "Your teenage daughter stole our highly advanced battle suit. You need me more than I thought Mr. Possible." But before Dr. Director could continue to attack Mr. Possible, one of the GJ agents poked his head outside. He spoke with a thick Brookline accent.
"I got a body count Dr. Director, two dead, one in critical condition, and one bleeding out." When Kim heard this she froze up. Then she slowly turned around to face the agent.
"Two dead?" She asked.
"That's right." The agent responded. "We found one guy with his head smashed through a computer monitor, and another with a crushed spine up against the wall of the lobby." He then let out a bit of a laugh. "Another guys arm was hit so hard, that the bones not only dislocated, but shattered completely, not to mention two of his ribs. Whoever did this meant business."
Kim froze, she had just killed two people, and by the sound of it, by the end of the night maybe three. It was in self defense, but that did not make her feel any better. She fell to the ground with a blank stare on her face. Mr. Possible quickly grabbed on to her, pulled her back up and embraced her.
"Kimmycub," He said in the softest voice he could manage. "Kimmie, can you hear me?" Kim just stood there motionless, and Dr. Director caught on to what was happening.
"So," She started under her breath, "the suit works." She looked over at Mr. Possible and Kim and let out a sigh. She figured that they have been through enough for one night, and decided that she would leave them alone for a short while.
Meanwhile on the other side of the parking lot, Ron and Mrs. Possible were watching everything that was going on at the lab. They were surrounded by GJ Thrones, and were not allowed to get any closer than they already were.
"What do you think is going on over there?" Ron asked Mrs. Possible.
"I have no idea Ron, I hope it's not serious." The older redhead responded.
"Hey, Mrs. P," Ron said putting his hands in his pockets nervously. "What can cause someone to obtain a small bruise in the middle of their forehead that would make them unconscious?"
"That came from nowhere. Why do you ask? Why would you ask now?" Mrs. Possible countered.
"No reason." The boy lied, thinking about his encounter the previous night with the bullies. He could not stop thinking about the bruises on their foreheads, and about the note he had found in his pocket. "I just thought I would ask you because you're a brain surgeon."
"Ron," Mrs. Possible said calmly, "Now is not the best time."
"Alright I get it, I was just trying to keep my mind occupied is all." The boy then crossed his arms. "I'm going back into the van, I don't know if you noticed, but it's all cold and rainy out here." With that Ron stomped his way through a few puddles and went into the van and started it up. Then he blasted the heat and reclined the seat.
Mrs. Possible stayed outside however, watching her husband and daughter carefully, then she saw something that made her heart jump into her throat, Mr. Possible collapsed on the ground.
On the other side of the parking lot, Mr. Possible was starting to feel the full force of the wound on his leg. All the adrenaline had worn off, and he had lost a good bit of blood. His face started to go pail, and then he collapsed on the ground. Several GJ agents worked their way over to him and looked him over.
"We need to get him some medical attention." One of them said calmly.
"Get him over to my car." Another said pointing to one of the many GJ vehicles in the lot. "I have some stuff in there to help him with the pain. I also have everything necessary to get the bullet out and patch him up. Then we can get him to a hospital."
The sudden activity brought Kim back to her senses, and when she realized what was going on, started to panic a bit. She watched her Dad getting carried off, and then her gaze met the sight of her mother standing on the other side of the lot. She was worried about her father, and she needed someone to talk to. Her eyes filled up with tears and she started to go walk over to Mrs. Possible, but before she could get very far, one of the GJ Thrones stopped her.
"Sorry mam, but we need you to stay here for questioning." The man said in a calm voice. "It won't take long, but we are not supposed to let you go before Dr. Director has the chance to talk to you. She has a few questions."
"I just want to talk to my Mom, She is right over there." Kim pointed to Mrs. Possible on the other side of the parking lot.
"We'll bring her here, but you are not leaving my sight." The Throne then motioned to one of the other agents to approach him. "This young lady would like to speak to her mother." He pointed to Mrs. Possible, "Bring her here." The other agent gave a nod and started to walk down towards the other end of the lot. The first agent then looked back down at Kim and took off his mask and smiled. His face was hard, he had a scar on his upper lip that was partially faded, and dark brown eyes. "We'll bring her here, don't worry." He then stretched out a hand towards the young redhead. "My name is Barry, what's yours?"
"K…Kim, Kim Possible." She said almost forgetting her own name.
"You must be the Doc's daughter then." Barry sat down on a step leading from the parking lot to the lab and motioned for Kim to join him, and she did. Her small body was dwarfed next to the very large Barry. "You know Kim, I seen what happened in there." Kim looked at him, her eyes started to water.
"I didn't want to kill anyone, I swear. I was just…. I don't know what I was doing. I acted without thinking." Kim put her head down and whipped the rain and tears off her face.
"Look, I know what it feels like to take a life Miss. Possible. I know that it digs away at you, and I also know that nothing can make it go away completely, nothing but time that is." Barry patted Kim on the back. "I'm sorry that you had to do what you did in there kid, but you were in the right. It was either you or them, and that's the truth, but sometimes the truth hurts."
"There has to be something that I can do, something that can make me feel better." Kim looked up at Barry who stared back thoughtfully.
"Well, the only thing I ever found that made me feel even a little better was helping people, and I don't mean helping an old lady cross the street, I mean devoting your life to helping people."
"What do you mean?"
"After I took my first life, I was lost. I almost quit GJ." Barry rubbed the back of neck as he recalled the story. "I did find however, that helping people, making people's lives better. That not only helps the pain go away, but it helps you as a person in general. It won't make the pain go away completely, but it'll take the edge off. You see, as part of GJ, I get to protect people. I get to go into harm's way so that innocent people don't have to."
Kim smiled at the man talking to her. Then she stood up and stretched out her hand. Barry shook it and stood up next to her.
"Thank you Barry." Kim said quietly.
"No problem Miss. Possible." He said in return. He then put his mask back on and slowly walked into the lab.
Kim then looked over to where the agents had taken her dad. She found him sitting in one of the many cars, while several agents dressed his wound. Then she caught the sight of her Mother slowly getting closer to her, she let out a deep breath and ran up to her and gave her a hug.
Sarah was running as fast as she could from the hospital, she was not going to be caught again, she was not going to become some freakish science project. After a short while she slowly became aware of how fast she was moving, Upperton was flying past her in a blur. She slowly came to a stop and decided to take a look around. She did not like what she saw when she realized where she was. Sarah ended up coming to a stop in a back alley that was dirty and full of trash. She covered her nose as the horrible smell of alley filled her nostrils.
"Where the fuck am I?" She said quietly to herself, as she slowly approached the end of the alley and looked out onto the street, when she got there she did not like what she saw. As she looked out she realized that she must have been on the west side of Upperton. An area that was infamous for its high crime rates and low morals. It was an area of the world that seemed to be completely lacking any of the benefits of the past 300 years. The technology was all older that the people who lived there. The windows were all boarded up and the streets were nearly empty except for a few people walking down the opposite side of the street.
Sarah guessed that these people were in their mid twenties, and all of them seemed to be drunk. Out of the six of them, four were carrying bottles covered in paper bags. They were all talking loudly, and did not seem to care about anything at all. They talked about past crimes and seemed to be proud of the things that most people would find appalling. She decided to not get in their way and slowly backed into the alleyway again.
Once inside the alley she thought for a second, she had no idea what time it was. She knew that the tests took place at about eleven o'clock, but that was all that she knew. By now it could be nearly dawn. Her clothing and the rest of her belongings would have been back at Lipski Inc., but if her memory was serving her right, she had blown the place up. This left her without any clothing, without a phone, and without any money. She stood in the middle of the alley, trying not to touch any of the horrible things inside, and thought of a plan of attack. She could go back to GJ headquarters and turn herself in, or she could make a run for it. Considering everything that had happened to her in the past several hours, turning herself in did not seem to appealing to her.
After a bit of thought she decided to keep moving west to get out of the city. It would be easy for her to hide once she was in an unpopulated area. She knew from years of being a cop that the city had surveillance cameras an every street corner and she also knew that right now, every single one would be looking for her.
She slowly walked up to the end of the alleyway and looked around. She did not see the drunken group anywhere, or anyone for that matter. Then she tried to get her bearings. She only wanted to go west, any other direction would take her too long to get out of the city. She looked around and noticed a few street signs. They were covered in graffiti, but they were still readable. She found a street labeled Parkway West, and decided to run along it.
In no time she was back up to full speed. She had no idea how quickly she was moving, but she knew it was fast. She was covering entire city blocks in less than a few seconds, and everything was buzzing past her. It was an adrenaline thrill like nothing she had ever felt before. Sarah was no stranger to speed, she had been in more high speed car chases than she cared to remember, and could not think of the last time she had an adrenaline rush like the one she was currently experiencing. She had no idea how fast she was going, all she knew was that she liked it.
It did not take long for her to reach the outskirts of the city, the skyscrapers and apartment buildings slowly faded to small homes and wide open skies. She slowed down a bit and took in the sight. In her entire life Sarah had never been out of the city, they sky was so large and the streets were so quiet. She stopped and looked around, streetlights illuminated everything with a dull glow, and Sarah felt like she could start to take it a bit slower.
She walked down the road and looked at the houses. They were obviously for slightly more wealthy families. They were nowhere near the size of the skyscrapers that she was used to seeing, but they were not small by any means. She looked at the streets, everything was clean. Not a single piece of litter or trash, nothing. It looked like a picture out of a book. She then noticed something moving around off in the distance. It was small, silent, and very fast. She slowly walked up to it and realized that it was a small robot. It was about a foot and a half tall, and had a dome shaped top. It moved along on small sweepers that ran at its base. Sarah could also see little lights underneath that seemed to be scanning the street. It was moving along at a hurried pace, and blew right past her cleaning the road as it went.
She had seen similar things in the city, but they were always big and noisy. She liked the little one scurrying about her feet, it was almost completely silent. Most people would not even notice its existence at all. Sarah grinned then decided it was time for her to keep moving. So she took a deep breath and continued to run west along the road.
Kim and her Mother sat together inside of Middleton labs waiting for word on Mr. Possible's status. They mostly sat in silence, neither of them wanting to talk about what had transpired in the lab that night. Kim was feeling sick, not only from the battle suit melding itself to her brain, but from the thought that she had just killed several people. Her Mother was worried, both for her daughter and her husband. After a while of silence Kim decided to ask the most basic question on her mind.
"Mom," She started. "What time is it?" Her mother smiled and looked at her watch.
"Almost three a.m." Mrs. Possible responded. "It's been a long night."
"Tell me about it." Kim rested her chin on her hand, and then she thought of something else. "Mom, shouldn't we get Ron home?"
"Already taken care of dear." The older redhead responded. "I asked one of the GJ agents take him to your car. He is going to drive it home, and then drop it off for you tomorrow." With that there was another long, awkward silence. It took several minutes before Mrs. Possible decided to speak up again. "You know Kim, you don't have to worry about school tomorrow. I'm going to call you in sick." It seemed like such a simple thing to do, but it actually made Kim feel a lot better. Knowing that she could just take the next day to be by herself, it was strangely comforting.
"Thanks Mom." Kim said wrapping her arms around her mother.
"Don't thank me yet Kim, tomorrow we will discuss your punishment." Mrs. Possible looked down at Kim, but the younger redhead did not seem to care. Kim was exhausted, and was slowly drifting into sleep. Before she could get too comfortable however, one of the GJ Thrones walked up.
"Mam, you husband is going to be fine. We are taking him to Middleton West Hospital, for now however, you have to stay here. Dr. Director would like to have a word with you to ladies. Afterwards we will personally escort you to the hospital to be with Mr. Possible." Mrs. Possible raised a hand to protest, but soon thought that it would be better to not argue. Then Dr. Director walked up from behind the Throne with an outstretched hand.
"Hello, Nice to see you again." She took Both Kim's and Mrs. Possible's hands respectively and gave them a firm handshake. "This will be quick, I realize that you had a long night. I just need a few questions answered. Don't argue with me, just answer them as quickly as possible so we can let you go." Kim and Mrs. Possible both nodded, then Dr. Director continued. "First, does the suit work? Is your daughter here responsible for taking these men down?" Mrs. Possible got angry at this question and started to argue, completely ignoring Dr. Director's earlier warnings.
"What are you trying to do, traumatize her? Where do you get…" She was cut off by Dr. Director raising a hand.
"Please Mrs. Possible just answer the question so that we can all just get on with our lives." The older redhead calmed down a bit and started over.
"Well, apparently that is the case. James got it operational earlier in the night."
"So you figured out how to charge it then?" Dr. Director asked curiously.
"That's right, but only this one. He used the anti-matter, not something that we want to repeat in further experiments."
"I see." Dr. Director rubbed her chin for a moment. "What about the other problem, the brain link. Is your daughter here the only one who can use the suit?"
"Yes, we believe that to be the case." Mrs. Possible said warily. When Kim heard this her attention peaked, she had no knowledge of any kind of brain link. Then Mrs. Possible continued. "Why do you ask?"
"I was just wondering." Dr. Director paused for a moment. "That will be all for now. My agent here will take you to the hospital to see James now."
"That's all you wanted?" Mrs. Possible looked at Dr. Director with a confused gaze.
"For now Mrs. Possible, but I will contact you in the near future. We are very interested in this whole situation, and I have many more questions to ask. We have both had a long night however, and I think it's time to let you go."
Kim and Mrs. Possible then left the lab behind. More worried about Mr. Possible than anything else. Dr. Director had other things on her mind however, much more important things. She took a look at the wounded and dead soldiers that were found in the lab, she knew exactly where they came from. The orange and black uniforms gave it away immediately, she was dealing with Gemini.
Gemini was the owner of W.E. or Worldwide Empire (also known as W.E.E. or Worldwide Evil Empire by bloggers and conspiracy theorists). He used to Work for GJ alongside Dr. Director, but circumstances led to his disappearance. Now he lives in the realm of fairy tales as the one person in the world who controls all government activity worldwide. No average person actually believed he existed, but the truth was that he was real, and he seemed to be interested in GJ's projects.
GJ had been tracking him for years, and usually came up empty handed. He ran illegal weapons markets, drug trafficking, assassinations, and blackmail operations all over the world. W.E. would do anything to get the upper hand on the people who traditionally had control of world politics. Dr. Director had extra incentive to find him however, Gemini was not only her former partner at GJ but he was also her twin brother. She was the only one who has an insight on his motivations, she was the only one who was going to be able to stop him.
Dr. Director was deep in thought when she was interrupted by one of her agents.
"Dr. Director, we have a problem." He said with caution.
"And what would that be?" She said back not really in the mood to play a guessing game.
"The hospital that agent Du sent Project Ego to," the agent paused before continuing, "Well it just blew up." The agent cringed and waited for Dr. Director's response.
"Do we know what happened to Project Ego?" She said as calmly as she could manage.
"She was nowhere to be found, no body, nothing. We think that she survived and ran off."
"How many people were killed?"
"Early estimates place the figure at about 700 dead, 400 wounded."
"How long ago did this happen?" Dr. Director's anger was starting to show through her usually calm demeanor.
"About forty-five minutes ago." The agent responded.
"Then why the fuck am I only hearing about this now!?" Dr. Director was furious. Her face turned red, and she gritted her teeth. "I want every available agent looking for Project Ego! We will find her and capture her within the next 24 hours, do you understand me!?" The agent nodded. "Use security feeds from street cameras, use inferred cameras, use everything! This is now our number one priority! No one sleeps or rests until I have Project Ego in my custody!"
Sarah was still going west, but has slowed down her pace considerably. She looked back at the skyline of Upperton and watched it slowly fade behind the horizon. She thought about the distance she had traveled in the short time since she was in the hospital. If she were to drive the distance that she just ran, it would have taken her much longer. It only took her about an hour and a half to cover the distance that would have taken her seven or eight hours to travel by car. The best part was that she was not even tired, she did not feel even the least bit exhausted.
Sarah was now in the countryside. Houses were a rare sight, and people were nowhere to be found. She slowly walked down the road looking for a place to sit down and relax for a while and think about what to do next. She decided to leave the road and go into a nearby woods to hide from the people she was sure would be chasing her by now.
Sarah entered the small woods, it was far too dark to see anything and she tripped on a few roots and sticks on the ground. She was starting to get frustrated and angry, and every time she would fall or trip she would let out a curse. After a while of blind stumbling however, she decided to stop and think. She was deep enough in the woods that she would not be seen by anyone outside, and she was not so deep that she did not know the way back.
The rain had stopped a while ago but everything was still soaking wet, Sarah looked around for a dry place to sit, but no such place existed. After a while of fruitless searching she gave up and sat down on a nearby rock that stuck out of the ground about three feet. After she got situated she looked down at her hands. What she saw was completely foreign to her, her hands were very pale. In fact they were so pale that she could see them rather well in the pitch black woods. The green tint that she had noticed earlier was also much more obvious in the dark. Her fingernails were also different, they were black and sharp. She took her pointer finger and used the nail to scratch away a bit of the rock she was sitting on.
"Holy shit." Sarah was amazed at how effortlessly her nail was digging right through the rock. She then remembered the fire she had seen coming from her hands earlier that night, and wondered if there was any way of controlling it. Not only for her own defense, but also so she could shut it off when she needed to. She looked at her hands and thought, she reflected on what it felt like when her hands were glowing before in the hospital. She concentrated, and right before she was about to give up, she noticed that her hands were starting to burn. It was barely noticeable, but they were glowing a dull green. Sarah could feel the heat radiating off of her hands to her face, and could feel moisture slowly evaporating from her fingers.
She then concentrated a bit harder and the glowing got more intense along with the heat. Then, without warning, her hands made a loud popping sound and burst into flames. The heat was incredible, Sarah could feel all the moisture in the air around her dissipate and go away. All the water on her body evaporated, and in no time she felt warm.
"Now, to turn it off." Sarah whispered to herself with a determined grin. To her surprise this part was easy, she just completely relaxed her hands and the heat disappeared instantly. She could not feel it on her face, could not feel it in her hands, it was just gone. She then made her hands glow again and then turned them off again. She practiced it for a short while, and in no time it became easy to control. "That was easy, wonder why I couldn't do that before?" She thought of the two GJ agents that had died in the hospital earlier because of her. She slowly felt anger swell up inside of her then her hands burst into flames again.
This time it was different though, she did not want them to start up and she could not turn them off. Sarah started to panic, and the flames got bigger. The air around her started to dry out and warm up, and the entire area was lit up like it was the middle of the day. She tried to get rid of the flames by brushing her hands on the catsuit that Mr. Lipski had given her, but it did not work. The more she panicked the bigger the flames got, and the bigger the flames got, the dryer the air became.
Sarah then cleared her mind as she took several deep breaths. She stood still feeling the warm dry air fill her lungs, and then she exhaled slowly. She did this several times, and as her heartbeat started to slow down the flames disappeared.
"That's better." Sarah said under her breath. "I think I'm getting the hang of this." With that she decided to keep moving. It was still dark, so to see she lit a small flame in her right hand. It illuminated just enough of the area around her so that she could make her way through the woods without tripping on anything. She had to be careful though, she knew from experience that the fire in her hands was prone to spread quickly. So she slowly walked through the woods, being extra careful not to touch any of the flammable branches and shrubs around her.
After a while Sarah came to a quiet country road that ran right through the center of the forest that she was in. She looked around, and after she knew the coast was clear, she came out of the woods and started to walk along the side of the road. She figured that she could make better time, and there was a significantly smaller chance of starting something on fire if she was in the open.
After a while of walking down the road, Sarah heard a noise. It was one that she was very familiar with, it was the sound of a motorcycle coming in her direction. She paused and thought for a moment about what to do, and then she decided that her need for clothing and a normal way to travel was in her best interests.
Sarah went into the center of the road and waited for the biker to come into view. After about 30 seconds the man on the bike became visible and Sarah made sure she was visible to him. She lit up her hands and waved them around in the air lighting up the entire area. The biker slowed down and came to a stop right in front of Sarah. He had a nice bike, better than anything that Sarah had ever driven before, and the clothing he was wearing would fit her needs perfectly. The helmet would conceal her face, and the leather jacket, while a bit too large for her, would cover the green and black catsuit she was wearing.
"Hi." She started nervously. "I need some help."
The man on the bike flipped the visor up on his helmet. "Are you okay mam, you look terrible. Do you want me to take you to a hospital?" The man then noticed that the green fire was not coming out of a flare like he had earlier suspected, but from the woman's hands. "Holy shit, you're on fire!" He screamed at her getting off his bike.
"Well you see," Sarah started. "I had a rough night, and now you are going to make it better. You are going to give me that helmet of yours, along with the jacket. Then you are going to give me all the money in your wallet and this sweet ride of yours." Sarah was talking in a confident voice, and did not let any of the fear that she was feeling show through to the man.
"You can't be serious? You're robbing me?" The man asked.
"Looks that way." Sarah then started to walk towards the man, pointing to the ground in front of him. "So, if you don't mind, place your jacket, helmet, and wallet on the ground right in front of you."
"Well I do mind!" The man yelled.
"Yah, I really don't give a shit, put them down anyway." Sarah made the fire around her hands burst just a little brighter to place an emphasis on her last statement. The man did not argue, he placed his helmet, jacket, and wallet on the ground and then took a few steps back. Then Sarah thought of something else. "Oh, I need your phone too." The man responded by pointing to his bike, and Sarah noticed that his phone was fastened to the handlebar.
"You won't get away with this." The man said trying not to sound scared.
"And who's going to stop me Captain Cliché'. In case you haven't noticed I can be a very persuasive person."
"As soon as I get to a phone, I am calling the police." The man said starting to panic as Sarah let out a laugh.
"Thanks for the heads up Admiral Obvious. The fact of the matter is, I don't give a shit. Call anyone you want, I'm going to be long gone by the time you find a phone."
"They can track you, it would be useless for you to take my bike, it has GPS tracking." Sarah took a deep breath and tried to ignore the man's ranting.
"Wow, thank you again for the heads up, don't worry though, I'm not planning on keeping it for too long. When I'm done, I'll be sure to destroy it so the cops can't follow me." Sarah then looked at the man with a smirk. "Now move it!" When the man did not leave right away, Sarah made the fire around her hands get more intense. The man then decided that his bike was not worth dying for and ran off.
After the man was out of sight Sarah extinguished her hands. She then picked up his wallet and took all the cash out, only about 50 dollars in total. This would not even be enough for a decent meal. Then she put the jacket on, it fit much better than she thought it would. It was a little loose around the stomach but her arms and chest fit nicely into the warm padding. She then put the helmet on, the visor immediately lit up showing the bikes fuel level, speedometer, thermometer, GPS, and all the other information that you could ever want while driving, this also included a night vision system. Sarah could never afford such a nice helmet on her own, and she took a bit of time to learn how it worked. After a short while she got onto the man's motorcycle, and drove off, the compass in her visor showing that she was still heading west.
Writers Comments: There it is, one more down. Not a very action packed chapter, but an important one for character development. This is the chapter that serves as the turning point for most of the characters in this part of the story. Kim's talk with Barry is certainly a life changing one, and I also needed to remind everyone that Sarah can be a cold hearted bitch. Beyond that, I really don't have much to say about this one, it's pretty self explanatory.
Again, all reviews and comments are encouraged. I do read them, and if you make a good point I may respond personally.
On a small note, I have noticed that I mixed up the prefixes Mrs., Miss., and Ms., in previous chapters. Sorry if this caused any confusion.
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Hope to hear from you.