Shay was in trouble. Possibly the worst trouble that she had ever been in before in her life.
Sara's boyfriend Tony had finally snapped and come after her.
He had attacked her mother. Had damaged the apartment and tried to kill her with a broken piece of glass. But that wasn't why she was in trouble.
No that was only half of it. The rest of the reason that she was in trouble could be broken down into two parts. 1) The piece of glass had split her wrist open and cut one of her veins, and though she had managed to stop the bleeding long ago, the wound was infected and she was already running a high fever of over a hundred and four that made it hard to focus.
She knew that she needed medical attention to get rid of the infection before she got a staff infection or gangrene, but she couldn't move from where she was. It was simply too difficult.
Her body was working against her. Her legs were weak, her head was spinning, her joints ached.
And 2) To make her situation worse, Tony had called his cop dad and filed her mother's bike as stolen and had his cop friends looking for her. Which meant that if she was found by any of them she would be put in handcuffs and handed over to Tony to do with her whatever he wanted. His friends would neither lift a hand to help him, nor would they lift a hand to help her.
The only truly comforting fact about knowing this was that they were however duty bound to keep Tony from killing her. At least while they were present, but if he could convince them that he wasn't going to hurt her and send them away she was fucked.
And since she knew these things, she had hidden herself (and her moms bike) in an abandoned old brick warehouse ten miles from the garage along the water front. Unfortunately Tony and his buddies in blue were swarming all over the place looking for her. She had heard them checking every old building around the area and knew that they were closing in on her.
Her hands shook violently as she loaded the gun that she had taken from her mom's lock box. The tremors shaking her entire body so badly that her teeth were chattering, and the bullets kept slipping form her grasp and clattering to the floor. It was annoying really, and after several tries she made a small annoyed sound and dropped the weapon. Figuring that if things got really bad she could just chuck the damn thing at someones head.
She curled her legs against her chest in an effort to keep herself from shaking so badly and rested her head on her knees and before she knew it she had fallen into an exhausted sleep.
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"Modo, how much farther?" Throttle asked as they rode their bikes towards the warehouse district along the water front.
"Not much further. About a two miles. According to this thing the bike isn't moving so maybe she's hiding out in one of the warehouses."
"Seems most likely-" Vinny said as they entered the fenced in area and slowed down a little bit when they saw six or seven police cars parked in a row across from a fiery red convertible. "What the hell is this?" Vinny hissed, anxiousness coloring his tone. It was never a good thing to see this many cops in one place.
"Dunno. How about we ask someone whats going on?"
"Sounds like a plan."
"Yeah it might be useful to know if there's a dangerous criminal on the loose." Modo said as they took a second to locate the officers. The cops were standing in a circle with a guy that looked like a body builder, with dark hair, eyes and olive colored skin; dressed in a black T-shirt and jeans.
The mice pulled up to them and flipped up their visors. "Excuse me officers. But is everything okay here?" Modo asked one of the men in uniform. Several people looked at them for a second then turned their attention back to the body builder and ignored them.
Vinny made an annoyed sound and was about to flip his visor down when they heard the body builder say, "Okay, we've checked here and here and...here. Davidson is around here somewhere. I want three of you to check here-" The mice tensed on their bikes and listened as the guy pointed to one of the buildings that they hadn't checked yet then to another and another. "Remember that the bitch may be armed. So if you have to use your tasers, then do it. But I want her in one piece..."
Throttle made a growling sound and flipped his visor down and turned his bike so that his tires were pointed in the body builders direction and then revved the motor so that the tires spun wildly, digging into the dirt and flinging it at the group, jolting them out of their little meeting as Throttle sped away, his bros sat there for a second staring after him in shock before riding after him.
"Bro, what was that about?"
"Weren't you listening? That body builder guy is looking for Shay."
"Yeah, I heard that but-"
"Idiot, don't you get it. That guy means to hurt her. And he's recruited the local boys in blue to help him find and catch her." Throttle growled.
"How do you know that's what he's done? He may be here to help."
"If he were really here to help he wouldn't have said for the officers to use their tasers on her."
"So now we have to find her and get her out of here before our friends in blue and that guy find her."
"Basically."
They were quiet for a second before Vinny asked. "What do we do if she's hurt?"
"She better not be." Came Modo's automatic reply.
"But what if she is?" Vinny asked again, sounding more worried than he had in a long, long time. He knew that there had to be reason why Shay hadn't contacted her mother this morning after fleeing the apartment and he just couldn't shake the feeling that she may be wounded somewhere.
"If she is then the body of the one responsible for hurting her will never be found." Throttle hissed angrily.
"Agreed." Both Modo and Vinny said before Modo called them to a stop in front of a large three story red brick building.
"The bike is in there somewhere." Modo said as he parked his bike and pulled his helmet off. Throttle parked his bike and jerked off his helmet and got up off of his bike and started walking towards the building as Vinny parked his bike and nearly tripped himself trying to get off of his bike so that he could follow after Throttle and Modo.
