CHAPTER 6 - Start of a Wonderful Vacation
"What are you doing?" He demanded.
"I have a way with cars, I'm going to get your ass out of here. I don't really know what's going on or who you are or why I'm doing this, but Hell doesn't sound like very much fun and I just feel like I have to try something." She pulled free of his grasp but her cut her off again.
"Look, you need to cut out right now, okay? Split! This isn't a game for a dolly like you to play!" Broadway studied the scars that littered his face and hand.
"Look, I, no, WE don't have the time to stand here and argue - we'll you just show me where your car is!"
"Fine, but I'm telling you, it's pretty much hopeless. She's totaled." He led her through the rubble and down the rickety steps into the basement. There the mangled remains of his car confronted her.
"Jesus! How are we going to get this through?"
"I told you it was hopeless!"
"No it's not!" She checked her watch. They only had about a minute left.
"Hold on, I can restore her a little, enough to get her over to that-" he pointed to a slanted part of the house. "Then, I can push her."
"With a minute left - good luck." She looked at him and saw the fear pool into his dead eyes. "Hold on a sec. Restore it the best you can and get it to that ramp!" She took off running before he could answer. Royce calmed himself to the best of his abilities and concentrated on his car. The scars on his face reddened and he winced in pain. A drop of blood snaked it's way out of the corner of his mouth and ran down his arm. The white t-shirt under his jacket turned red and he called out sharply. Royce managed to flip his car over and restore it enough to get in and start her up. He knew that she never purred for more an a few second and tried to get he as close to the ramp as possible. His body screamed with pain and his head throbbed like nothing else. He didn't have much time left, half a minute at most. It looked like once again, his car was going to be his death trap.
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She ran as fast as she could, past the ghosts and siblings and jumped into her truck. Broadway turned the ignition on and floored it to the back of the house. There was still a little bit of space, just enough to fit a car through, but would she have the time to do it? She tossed the other end of the towrope down to Royce and he clipped it onto his front bumper. She noticed that his face was red and with blood and faintly understood that he had to make a few sacrifices in order to make it out. He climbed behind the wheel and coaxed his car to go on for just a little bit longer. Broadway jammed her Avalanche into drive and floored it once more.
Her siblings joined Arthur in a cluster and watched in muted horror - via taking turns with the special glasses he handed them - as their baby sister pulled the corrupted vehicle out of the basement just as the walls shut tightly. The two ropes gave slightly and snapped as it emerged from the house and they both roared and thundered towards the barrier, away from everyone. Broadway raced through and did a 180 turn near Mallory's sedan. She watched as the second car came closer and closer to the barrier.
"Come on!" She coaxed in her head. She checked her watch. 3..2..1..The car Royce was in crossed the barrier and burst into flames, compacting and collapsing into itself. She let a cry out and leapt from her truck, followed by Arthur, her siblings and the other ghosts. They found Royce kneeling by the driver side door. His head was bowed, though a pool of blood was forming around him. Slowly, the car extinguished itself and sat silent and smoldering.
Susan took a tentative step forward. "Prince?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you alright?"
"No."
Bianca charged at her sister and wrapped her in a tight hug. "You crazy bitch! What the fuck were you thinking?"
"You could have been trapped in there!" Luke added. Mallory nodded and wrapped her arms around her sister.
"I'm fine, I'm alright you guys." Broadway said quietly. Seth punched her lightly in the arm.
"What could have possibly possessed you to do something so stupid?"
"I just acted. It felt like the right thing to do, like I had to do it or something. Zeke shook his head and removed the glasses from his face.
"Well, isn't this the start of a lovely vacation?"
"What are you doing?" He demanded.
"I have a way with cars, I'm going to get your ass out of here. I don't really know what's going on or who you are or why I'm doing this, but Hell doesn't sound like very much fun and I just feel like I have to try something." She pulled free of his grasp but her cut her off again.
"Look, you need to cut out right now, okay? Split! This isn't a game for a dolly like you to play!" Broadway studied the scars that littered his face and hand.
"Look, I, no, WE don't have the time to stand here and argue - we'll you just show me where your car is!"
"Fine, but I'm telling you, it's pretty much hopeless. She's totaled." He led her through the rubble and down the rickety steps into the basement. There the mangled remains of his car confronted her.
"Jesus! How are we going to get this through?"
"I told you it was hopeless!"
"No it's not!" She checked her watch. They only had about a minute left.
"Hold on, I can restore her a little, enough to get her over to that-" he pointed to a slanted part of the house. "Then, I can push her."
"With a minute left - good luck." She looked at him and saw the fear pool into his dead eyes. "Hold on a sec. Restore it the best you can and get it to that ramp!" She took off running before he could answer. Royce calmed himself to the best of his abilities and concentrated on his car. The scars on his face reddened and he winced in pain. A drop of blood snaked it's way out of the corner of his mouth and ran down his arm. The white t-shirt under his jacket turned red and he called out sharply. Royce managed to flip his car over and restore it enough to get in and start her up. He knew that she never purred for more an a few second and tried to get he as close to the ramp as possible. His body screamed with pain and his head throbbed like nothing else. He didn't have much time left, half a minute at most. It looked like once again, his car was going to be his death trap.
~*~
She ran as fast as she could, past the ghosts and siblings and jumped into her truck. Broadway turned the ignition on and floored it to the back of the house. There was still a little bit of space, just enough to fit a car through, but would she have the time to do it? She tossed the other end of the towrope down to Royce and he clipped it onto his front bumper. She noticed that his face was red and with blood and faintly understood that he had to make a few sacrifices in order to make it out. He climbed behind the wheel and coaxed his car to go on for just a little bit longer. Broadway jammed her Avalanche into drive and floored it once more.
Her siblings joined Arthur in a cluster and watched in muted horror - via taking turns with the special glasses he handed them - as their baby sister pulled the corrupted vehicle out of the basement just as the walls shut tightly. The two ropes gave slightly and snapped as it emerged from the house and they both roared and thundered towards the barrier, away from everyone. Broadway raced through and did a 180 turn near Mallory's sedan. She watched as the second car came closer and closer to the barrier.
"Come on!" She coaxed in her head. She checked her watch. 3..2..1..The car Royce was in crossed the barrier and burst into flames, compacting and collapsing into itself. She let a cry out and leapt from her truck, followed by Arthur, her siblings and the other ghosts. They found Royce kneeling by the driver side door. His head was bowed, though a pool of blood was forming around him. Slowly, the car extinguished itself and sat silent and smoldering.
Susan took a tentative step forward. "Prince?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you alright?"
"No."
Bianca charged at her sister and wrapped her in a tight hug. "You crazy bitch! What the fuck were you thinking?"
"You could have been trapped in there!" Luke added. Mallory nodded and wrapped her arms around her sister.
"I'm fine, I'm alright you guys." Broadway said quietly. Seth punched her lightly in the arm.
"What could have possibly possessed you to do something so stupid?"
"I just acted. It felt like the right thing to do, like I had to do it or something. Zeke shook his head and removed the glasses from his face.
"Well, isn't this the start of a lovely vacation?"