Sadly moving on 14
Patric POV:
"Um, bro, care to explain?" S asked me as we almost hit a cat. It was now pitch black dark outside and if it wasn't for the fact that I memorized the streets, then I would be totally lost.
"We have to get the students and leave town. Sophia' laptop in the backseat can you get it"
"What for?" God, S can be so stubborn and annoying.
"How else do you suppose we find out where the Gallythorne kids are staying?" I told her. She handed grabbed my laptop and started to do some handy work.
"We've got company." I said. There were 2 black SUVs following us, with amazing speed.
"They're catching up; I'll take care of them!" S said while reaching into a bag that had my lap top in it, apparently, it had other fun toys also.
"Alright, mom gave me a brief fire and arms lessen, so I'll take them out, Pat watch the road and find those kids!"S yelled as she rolled down her window. By now the enemy has caught up and is right beside us, one on each side! Before S got a chance to shoot, the enemy rolled down their own window and shot a few good ones at us. S screamed and ducked her head as the bullets went flying around.
"Alright these guys are really starting to piss me off!" She aimed the gun at the tire and hit it right on! She did the same to the other three tires and the car swerved off the road! Now there is only one more. S was smart enough not to roll the window down the other window like last time, but she climbed half way out of the side window that she rolled down a few minutes ago. Once again, she hit straight on!
"I am so proud to call her my sister." I muttered to myself.
"Nice job sis!" he yelled as S pulled herself back inside the vehicle. "Patric, do you know where the kids are?" she asked me. For a moment I forgot what I was supposed to be doing, but I already had it all figured out.
"They're staying in a hotel 6 miles away from here. We Turn left, right, straight then right and we should be there. Their rooms are 203 and 204."
"Kay, good work." I smirk triumphantly at myself. I turn myself around in the passenger seat to look at S, but she had his weird expression of pain on her face. That's when I noticed one important thing...
~Her leg was bleeding! Like really bad bleeding!
"are you alright?" I put on auto drive and crawl to the backseat to help her out as much as I can. I rip my shirt off and wrap it around her thigh, putting pressure on it and S groans in pain.
"I'm sorry." I say.
"It's alright, just do what you need to do." The car turned a block and I know that we should be at the hotel in no time. I open the bag in a hurry and look through it to see if there is a first aid kit. I found money, com units, a cell phone and a first aid kit. I open the kit and help S as much as I can, but I can still tell that she is in pain.
"Don't worry,S. When we get to the hotel, that teacher guy should be better at the whole first aid kit stuff then I am, just hang in there." She nods her head. The ripped part of my shirt that I tied around her leg is now completely soaked with blood!
All of a sudden the car stops with a jolt and I hit my head on the seat. If it wasn't for the seriousness in the matter, I think my and sister would have laughed at me, but they didn't. We have arrived at the hotel.
"Okay, you stay in here, I'll be right back" I say, as she unbuckles his seatbelt..
"I am not staying in this car alone!"S says.
"Fine, S I'll carry you." I give in. I open the door and reach for S, holding her bride style, but brotherly type, not boyfriend type! (Hey you were all thinking it, you creep)
We headed inside, and snuck in, avoiding the lady at the desk. We get into the elevator and I press button 2.
"So, this sucks."S says
"You got that right." I say in return.
the elevator dings, meaning we have reached our floor. We walked into the hallway, and searched for rooms 203 and 204. S found it first so I walked up and stood in front of the door. I lifted my hand to the door, and knocked.
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Sorry it's a cliffy and short