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"I'm no internest, but I think I'm developing some bleeding here"
-Car Commercial
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CHAPTER SIX
"The Falling Out of the Idiots"
Both Max and Cree hit the pavement hard. One tire rolled over Max's leg half-way
before she jerked it back. She sat up, and spit the gravel out of her mouth.
A quick glance, at Cree confirmed that she had actually knocked her out of a
collision. Cree was sitting up too, brushing dirt off her hands and from her hair.
"Are you okay?" Cree asked Max looking at her "I've never done anything like
that."
Max smiled slightly "Fine. I have brothers, I'm use to the whole "duck and roll"
thang." she cursed slightly at the tenderness of the tires' contact point on
her leg. Nothing seemed broken, but the worn tires had left zig zagged gashes on
her calf and quads, plus a large bruise from the point of impact.
Cree was grimacing slightly from having landed on her over used and sore muscles.
She just hoped to god that she hadn't started bleeding again. "Watch where you're
going asshole!" she screamed to the boy who had gotten out of his truck, and was
looking at them.
The kid didn't look any older then Cree. His eyes were glazed from whatever shit he
had pumped into his system, but they were also genuinely scared. "Don't report this,
please, it was an accident. I didn't see you." he rambled on and on.
Max stood up in one fast maneuver, half walking half limping over to the babbling
idiot. "Shut up kid!" she growled, slamming him against his truck "Just shut the
hell up! Running over people when you're wacked isn't an accident!" she pounded
him back against his truck again "I'm not gonna waste my time with you anymore,
but if you EVER pull anything like this again, I will give you a whole new meaning to
the word "accident"
The boys eyes showed fear as she let him go "I won't. I swear."
"Whatever" Max spat back, pulling her bike out from where it landed under
the body of the truck "Just get the hell outta here." she assessed the damage
to the bike. A few scratches, and a small ding, but nothing major. /If this
had been my baby; I would've strapped that idiot to the underbody of his truck
and driven it through the rat infested roads of the Southside/
The kid drove away, speeding down the road, before Max changed her mind.
Cree carefully stood up. She touched herself, and felt no blood, just a
lingering soreness. She picked up her bike as well.
"By the way." Max broke in "Thanks for givin' me a shove." she brushed some
dirt off the wound in her leg.
"But you still got hurt." Cree pointed out, looking over at the bruised
flesh, and the trickles of blood.
"I heal fast." Max let her know, already feeling her hyped up genes kicking
in, allowing the pain to become a dull throb. She mounted her bike, testing
out her sore muscles on the pedals. The pain hit slightly when she pumped
the pedals, but it was bearable.
Cree mounted her bike "After my shift right?"
Max smiled "Yep, need to do a lil convo time."
"I'm no internest, but I think I'm developing some bleeding here"
-Car Commercial
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CHAPTER SIX
"The Falling Out of the Idiots"
Both Max and Cree hit the pavement hard. One tire rolled over Max's leg half-way
before she jerked it back. She sat up, and spit the gravel out of her mouth.
A quick glance, at Cree confirmed that she had actually knocked her out of a
collision. Cree was sitting up too, brushing dirt off her hands and from her hair.
"Are you okay?" Cree asked Max looking at her "I've never done anything like
that."
Max smiled slightly "Fine. I have brothers, I'm use to the whole "duck and roll"
thang." she cursed slightly at the tenderness of the tires' contact point on
her leg. Nothing seemed broken, but the worn tires had left zig zagged gashes on
her calf and quads, plus a large bruise from the point of impact.
Cree was grimacing slightly from having landed on her over used and sore muscles.
She just hoped to god that she hadn't started bleeding again. "Watch where you're
going asshole!" she screamed to the boy who had gotten out of his truck, and was
looking at them.
The kid didn't look any older then Cree. His eyes were glazed from whatever shit he
had pumped into his system, but they were also genuinely scared. "Don't report this,
please, it was an accident. I didn't see you." he rambled on and on.
Max stood up in one fast maneuver, half walking half limping over to the babbling
idiot. "Shut up kid!" she growled, slamming him against his truck "Just shut the
hell up! Running over people when you're wacked isn't an accident!" she pounded
him back against his truck again "I'm not gonna waste my time with you anymore,
but if you EVER pull anything like this again, I will give you a whole new meaning to
the word "accident"
The boys eyes showed fear as she let him go "I won't. I swear."
"Whatever" Max spat back, pulling her bike out from where it landed under
the body of the truck "Just get the hell outta here." she assessed the damage
to the bike. A few scratches, and a small ding, but nothing major. /If this
had been my baby; I would've strapped that idiot to the underbody of his truck
and driven it through the rat infested roads of the Southside/
The kid drove away, speeding down the road, before Max changed her mind.
Cree carefully stood up. She touched herself, and felt no blood, just a
lingering soreness. She picked up her bike as well.
"By the way." Max broke in "Thanks for givin' me a shove." she brushed some
dirt off the wound in her leg.
"But you still got hurt." Cree pointed out, looking over at the bruised
flesh, and the trickles of blood.
"I heal fast." Max let her know, already feeling her hyped up genes kicking
in, allowing the pain to become a dull throb. She mounted her bike, testing
out her sore muscles on the pedals. The pain hit slightly when she pumped
the pedals, but it was bearable.
Cree mounted her bike "After my shift right?"
Max smiled "Yep, need to do a lil convo time."