Chapter 14
Little Juliens?
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Jason slumps to the ground in front of me, his left leg pierced by a bullet from Harrison's AR-15. "No!" I scream, hoping Pixal doesn't think I'm hit.
"Don't kill him!" a woman comes up behind them holding a .9 mm., resembling Victoria, yet not quite the same. "Whiplash wants them all alive!"
"Carmel, not right now, okay?" Harrison says, rolling his eyes. "You, robot! Where's that purple and white freak?"
"No one calls my wife that!" I retort, receiving a blow to my head from the other man's gun. I see a flash of white light and feel searing pain for a brief moment.
"Since when has she become your wife, kid?" Carmel asks.
"Today."
The group exchange glances and I snatch the .22 Magnum PMR-30 Jason had dropped; then fire at the nearest target, the man I don't know. Red sprays from his stomach and he screams.
I leap and do a quick sweep to Carmel's leg, knocking her to the floor and shoot at Harrison. I hit his gun and he drops it. I bolt away from them, glancing over my shoulder to see the man retrieving the AR-15.
I halt, pivoting on a heel and fire again. Missed. Harrison shoots but his gun jams. He curses loudly.
I shoot several times in rapid succession, but none of them seem to meet their mark. I feel a cold hand pull me behind a tree and turn with the gun pointed at her. "Pixal?" I whisper, immediately lowering my weapon.
"We need to go, Zane," she says and I nod. We both head away, but I sense something isn't right. I don't know what though.
After approximately five minutes, we both halt and I take in my surroundings. Thick trees and bushes are all to be seen as far the eye can go. "We need to find the road and walk alongside it."
"I say we head to the left and then go backwards, so we don't run into them again," Pixal proposes. I nod.
We keep moving with the only being our footsteps and insects swarming. The birds twitter on without any concern at all for our current plight, despite the fact that there were gunshots not that long ago.
I halt for a moment, putting my hands on my knees from the pain in my leg. I feel sick. Pixal doesn't seem to notice and keeps walking on for a few more feet. She turns around as I straighten up and keep moving.
"You okay?" she puts a hand on my shoulder. Even that feels like an immense weight and I put on a façade of optimism.
"Yes, I am. Don't worry." I gently remove her hand and she gives me an unconvinced look before resuming the toilsome walk for our survival.
My leg hurts a lot. I decide to start up a conversation to keep my mind off it. "Pixal?"
"Yes?"
"Have you ever wanted kids?" I inquire.
"Yes, a boy and a girl."
"Me too."
"Cyrus Borg…created me with the…um…" Pixal looks uncomfortable and turns away from me, hastening her footsteps. I wait for her to continue. "He…I…he…um Z-Zane."
"Yes?"
"He-my creator-he made me more human-like."
I don't know what she's getting at, but I press a little further. "How?"
"I am capable…" She turns three shades of red as she turns to face me again. "I am capable of…having children."
That's something I had never considered: having kids. I knew I would most likely adopt or not have someone to get married to at all until I met my wife. "What would you like to have named them?" I ask.
"Oh. I don't know. I'd love to have little Juliens running around though."
"And little Pixals," I add. We both chuckle, despite being a bit lost in this forest.
"I was thinking about it a few days ago," I say, "I was getting our rings and I was wondering if you wanted to adopt children after the wedding I had planned."
She blushes harder and squeezes my hand, swinging our arms back and forth. "Yes, I would love that."
"So…after we get out of here?"
She nods, beaming. We amble a few more minutes in silence. I feel each step cautiously and my sneaker touches something softer that gives way beneath me. Before I can react, I'm on the hard ground, covered in dirt on my knees. I gaze up. I'm in a pit.
"Pixal, you okay?" I turn and see her picking herself up.
"Yes, you?"
I nod, getting up with a bit difficulty from my throbbing leg and she helps me up. Either they will find us, or we'll starve to death in here. "On no," I mutter.
"What is it?"
"Pixal…I think we may have two options, both with consequences."