This chapter is packed with action, because I find it was getting a little
it boring. Well, its not that much action, but still, its action.
(*damit, too much cranberry juice! I'm going nuts*)
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Chapter 5; the getaway
He fell into a deep coma, and came out of it about a month and two weeks later, in a hospital room. The first thing he noticed was the number of machines around him. The light was pouring through the window and made him want to get up, but he simply couldn't move a muscle. He waited a long time before anyone entered his room and noticed that he was awake. The first thing he did when he retrieved movement it his arms, was to pull off the breathing mask that covered his nose and mouth, and went in his throat. He pulled out the IV tubes from his arms, after having finished coughing. He after took off the plastic pad on his chest. When he took it off, he saw that the machine next to his bed went off, as a straight line replaced the oblique ones that were going up and down. Immediately, a young nurse entered the room to check on his state. She rushed out of the room before checking that he was okay, being so excited to see him awake.
About five minutes later, Maxim rushed in.
"Are you feeling alright?" he asked anxiously.
Nate mumbled something.
"Where . . . where's my mom," he whispered. "Is she here with you?"
"No," Max said with an uncomfortable tone. "She . . . she's working. The nurse is calling her, but . . ."
"But what?"
"I don't think she'll come," he said, even more uncomfortable.
Nathan looked inquisitive, yet also had a bad feeling about what his friend was going to say.
"She . . . she . . . Your parents . . . and other people . . . they saw that you were . . . a . . .a . . ."
Nathan became as white as the sheet that covered him.
"A mutant?" he said, fright expressing itself on his face.
Max nodded.
"Listen, you're my friend and I don't want anything to happen to you," Max said, resolution in his look. "You need to get outa here. Out of Ontario, and even out of Canada, maybe. People from the Mutant Detention Facility (MDF) called you're parents and . . . they said to them that they could pick you up at any time."
Nathan's eyes widened with fear and great anger. He got into an upward position with immense difficulty, and swung his legs to the side of the bed. It was clear to him that they couldn't support his weight. Max contoured the bed and stopped him from falling to the ground.
"I'll give you you're clothes," he said, walking to a drawer. Nathan winced when he took off the hospital shirt he was wearing, there were three parallel scars on his right side, near his ribs. The stitches were very well done, but his side was killing him. He touched the scars and felt that they ended halfway to the middle of his back. The marks would be only a little visible when healed completely.
He received a dark blue shirt in the face, and soon afterwards, a pair of jeans. He put them on quickly then tested his legs again. They were a little shaky, but he could walk.
Max looked lightly amazed to see him be able to move so quickly after three months in a hospital bed. Nathan took socks from the drawer and put them on. He then put on the running shoes he had received at Christmas, and walked out, followed by Max who was handling him a winter coat. He put it on and covered his head with a black boater from one of the pockets. He didn't want to be stopped at the door.
He arrived in the parking, and saw a silver Porsche parked in one of the spots reserved for the doctors. He looked at the handle of the door, and at the lock. He looked at his coat and saw that a ski tag was attached to the pocket zipper. He ripped it off and bent the piece of metal a certain way.
"Nate, you're crazy!" Max whispered, kneeling beside him so the people wouldn't see them playing with the lock. As Nathan expected it, the alarm broke off when the security latch was unlocked. He opened the door and reached his hand under the steering wheel. Max's jaw dropped when he saw his friend pull out a hand full of red, blue, black and yellow wires. The alarm went off.
"Get in!" Nathan said to Max, closing the driver seat and motioning him to the passenger's. He pressed on a few buttons near the key-whole, using a code instead of a key. The magnificent, high-quality car started as people looked at the two teens with doubt. A few doctors and guards appeared out of the sliding glass-panel doors.
"STOP THEM!" one of them shouted. "MY CAR!"
Nathan backed up, the wheels making a shrieking sound on the icy pavement. Max was frantically shouting him to go, as he pulled the steering stick and pressed as hard as he could on the gas pedal. Max was pushed backwards by the speed's pressure, and he crumpled on the door when Nathan turned onto the street without braking, and nearly crashing into another vehicle that was passing by.
Max was terrified as the Porsche was driven at more then one hundred kilometers per hour on a street that had stop signs and lights at almost every fifty meters. Nathan often honked to the cars to sort of tell them that he wasn't stopping. By now, the guards at the hospital must have called the cops, but it would take them about thirty minutes to understand what was going on. Nathan got onto the highway and started driving towards his home. It was about fifteen minutes away. Max stared at him, but Nathan preferred not saying any thing to him yet. After a moment, a question barged in his head.
"Max, what made my parents know I was a mutant?" he said, without looking at him.
"Euh . . . When the car hit you, someone called an ambulance and they brought you at the hospital. The doctor who operated you to try to save you, he put on an oxygen mask, and during the operation, they saw this material cover your wound. It fixed most of the damages and all they had to do was to make the stitches. After they finished, they realized that you were in coma, but you did things in you're sleep," Max said.
"What kind of things, Max?"
"You . . . you grabbed the doctor at the throat once. It took a lot of work to make you loose your grip. He almost died. After that, strange marks appeared in your back. Like claw marks or something. They didn't see your fangs because they sort of disappeared when you were in coma. I also saw that you're nails grew much faster, and they were hard and sort of pointy. The doctors knew you were a mutant and they said it was sort of like a werewolf. You're mutations disappear and reappear."
"A werewolf," Nathan whispered to himself.
There was another long silence, and Nathan knew Max was still looking at him.
"Nate, now when did you learn to steal cars?" he said after a while, and Nathan noticed that he had a smile on his face.
"Acquaintances," he said, looking at the road, now staying in the speed limit.
"And when did you learn to drive? I've never seen you drive before!"
"Max, I'm almost eighteen," Nathan said. "The first thing I did when I was sixteen was get my permit," he said a mocking grin on his face, showing his fangs without dreading of being discovered.
There was a long silence as Max tried to ask him what he was going to do.
"Hey, Nate," he started. "What are you going to do now?"
Nathan didn't answer right away, a sad look appearing on his face. It was soon replaced by assurance and conviction.
"I'm going home," he said, to Max's surprise. "I'll pack and head for the city."
"I'm going with you," he said without asking him.
"What?" Nathan said, looking at him as if he was a retarded freak. "Max, you're not a mutant, you have parents who love you and you don't have any problems except for me," he said, looking back at the highway. "Don't leave this place. I'm going to need you to lead the basketball team and to-"
"Nate, I don't want to stay here," he said seriously. "I want some adventure! Nothing ever happened here before you became a mutant. C'mon, I'm not taking no for an answer."
"And you're parents? What are they going to say about you running off with his mutant friend, eh?"
"They've known for months that I wanted to leave this place. It won't surprise them."
Nathan stayed silent.
"Okay, if it's what you want!" he said finally, making Max give a shout of victory.
He turned on the radio, now not caring that they had stolen the car.
Wild, was the way their life wanted to be.
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Wild. rrrrrriiiiiiggggghhhhtttttt. whatever! Please, come on, review. Oh . . . And read my other stories too, if you want.
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Chapter 5; the getaway
He fell into a deep coma, and came out of it about a month and two weeks later, in a hospital room. The first thing he noticed was the number of machines around him. The light was pouring through the window and made him want to get up, but he simply couldn't move a muscle. He waited a long time before anyone entered his room and noticed that he was awake. The first thing he did when he retrieved movement it his arms, was to pull off the breathing mask that covered his nose and mouth, and went in his throat. He pulled out the IV tubes from his arms, after having finished coughing. He after took off the plastic pad on his chest. When he took it off, he saw that the machine next to his bed went off, as a straight line replaced the oblique ones that were going up and down. Immediately, a young nurse entered the room to check on his state. She rushed out of the room before checking that he was okay, being so excited to see him awake.
About five minutes later, Maxim rushed in.
"Are you feeling alright?" he asked anxiously.
Nate mumbled something.
"Where . . . where's my mom," he whispered. "Is she here with you?"
"No," Max said with an uncomfortable tone. "She . . . she's working. The nurse is calling her, but . . ."
"But what?"
"I don't think she'll come," he said, even more uncomfortable.
Nathan looked inquisitive, yet also had a bad feeling about what his friend was going to say.
"She . . . she . . . Your parents . . . and other people . . . they saw that you were . . . a . . .a . . ."
Nathan became as white as the sheet that covered him.
"A mutant?" he said, fright expressing itself on his face.
Max nodded.
"Listen, you're my friend and I don't want anything to happen to you," Max said, resolution in his look. "You need to get outa here. Out of Ontario, and even out of Canada, maybe. People from the Mutant Detention Facility (MDF) called you're parents and . . . they said to them that they could pick you up at any time."
Nathan's eyes widened with fear and great anger. He got into an upward position with immense difficulty, and swung his legs to the side of the bed. It was clear to him that they couldn't support his weight. Max contoured the bed and stopped him from falling to the ground.
"I'll give you you're clothes," he said, walking to a drawer. Nathan winced when he took off the hospital shirt he was wearing, there were three parallel scars on his right side, near his ribs. The stitches were very well done, but his side was killing him. He touched the scars and felt that they ended halfway to the middle of his back. The marks would be only a little visible when healed completely.
He received a dark blue shirt in the face, and soon afterwards, a pair of jeans. He put them on quickly then tested his legs again. They were a little shaky, but he could walk.
Max looked lightly amazed to see him be able to move so quickly after three months in a hospital bed. Nathan took socks from the drawer and put them on. He then put on the running shoes he had received at Christmas, and walked out, followed by Max who was handling him a winter coat. He put it on and covered his head with a black boater from one of the pockets. He didn't want to be stopped at the door.
He arrived in the parking, and saw a silver Porsche parked in one of the spots reserved for the doctors. He looked at the handle of the door, and at the lock. He looked at his coat and saw that a ski tag was attached to the pocket zipper. He ripped it off and bent the piece of metal a certain way.
"Nate, you're crazy!" Max whispered, kneeling beside him so the people wouldn't see them playing with the lock. As Nathan expected it, the alarm broke off when the security latch was unlocked. He opened the door and reached his hand under the steering wheel. Max's jaw dropped when he saw his friend pull out a hand full of red, blue, black and yellow wires. The alarm went off.
"Get in!" Nathan said to Max, closing the driver seat and motioning him to the passenger's. He pressed on a few buttons near the key-whole, using a code instead of a key. The magnificent, high-quality car started as people looked at the two teens with doubt. A few doctors and guards appeared out of the sliding glass-panel doors.
"STOP THEM!" one of them shouted. "MY CAR!"
Nathan backed up, the wheels making a shrieking sound on the icy pavement. Max was frantically shouting him to go, as he pulled the steering stick and pressed as hard as he could on the gas pedal. Max was pushed backwards by the speed's pressure, and he crumpled on the door when Nathan turned onto the street without braking, and nearly crashing into another vehicle that was passing by.
Max was terrified as the Porsche was driven at more then one hundred kilometers per hour on a street that had stop signs and lights at almost every fifty meters. Nathan often honked to the cars to sort of tell them that he wasn't stopping. By now, the guards at the hospital must have called the cops, but it would take them about thirty minutes to understand what was going on. Nathan got onto the highway and started driving towards his home. It was about fifteen minutes away. Max stared at him, but Nathan preferred not saying any thing to him yet. After a moment, a question barged in his head.
"Max, what made my parents know I was a mutant?" he said, without looking at him.
"Euh . . . When the car hit you, someone called an ambulance and they brought you at the hospital. The doctor who operated you to try to save you, he put on an oxygen mask, and during the operation, they saw this material cover your wound. It fixed most of the damages and all they had to do was to make the stitches. After they finished, they realized that you were in coma, but you did things in you're sleep," Max said.
"What kind of things, Max?"
"You . . . you grabbed the doctor at the throat once. It took a lot of work to make you loose your grip. He almost died. After that, strange marks appeared in your back. Like claw marks or something. They didn't see your fangs because they sort of disappeared when you were in coma. I also saw that you're nails grew much faster, and they were hard and sort of pointy. The doctors knew you were a mutant and they said it was sort of like a werewolf. You're mutations disappear and reappear."
"A werewolf," Nathan whispered to himself.
There was another long silence, and Nathan knew Max was still looking at him.
"Nate, now when did you learn to steal cars?" he said after a while, and Nathan noticed that he had a smile on his face.
"Acquaintances," he said, looking at the road, now staying in the speed limit.
"And when did you learn to drive? I've never seen you drive before!"
"Max, I'm almost eighteen," Nathan said. "The first thing I did when I was sixteen was get my permit," he said a mocking grin on his face, showing his fangs without dreading of being discovered.
There was a long silence as Max tried to ask him what he was going to do.
"Hey, Nate," he started. "What are you going to do now?"
Nathan didn't answer right away, a sad look appearing on his face. It was soon replaced by assurance and conviction.
"I'm going home," he said, to Max's surprise. "I'll pack and head for the city."
"I'm going with you," he said without asking him.
"What?" Nathan said, looking at him as if he was a retarded freak. "Max, you're not a mutant, you have parents who love you and you don't have any problems except for me," he said, looking back at the highway. "Don't leave this place. I'm going to need you to lead the basketball team and to-"
"Nate, I don't want to stay here," he said seriously. "I want some adventure! Nothing ever happened here before you became a mutant. C'mon, I'm not taking no for an answer."
"And you're parents? What are they going to say about you running off with his mutant friend, eh?"
"They've known for months that I wanted to leave this place. It won't surprise them."
Nathan stayed silent.
"Okay, if it's what you want!" he said finally, making Max give a shout of victory.
He turned on the radio, now not caring that they had stolen the car.
Wild, was the way their life wanted to be.
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Wild. rrrrrriiiiiiggggghhhhtttttt. whatever! Please, come on, review. Oh . . . And read my other stories too, if you want.