DISCAIMERS: Just a reminder that I don't own Action Man (great show
Asazi
Chapter 27
The bell rang and I left the locker room, heading for the parking lot. I was trying to figure what had happened to me a few moments ago… The swirling numbers, the plan that I chose and successfully completed… How did I do that?
It's never happened before. Never. It didn't happen at the end of last year, it didn't happen at any of our practices, it didn't happen ever…
I reached the Gallant, glanced around, opened the trunk to make sure everything was there, and then got into the car and started the engine…
It didn't start.
What the…man, not now. I have to get out of here and the car breaks down… I got out and popped the hood, examining the engine. Nothing looked wrong. But what was this…I leaned down and found that a wire attached to the battery was cut away and another one was tied to the battery in its place. I carefully followed the red wire; it plunged down to under the car and I could see that it went—I could see a small, red, flashing light faintly shining on part of the car… A bomb!
With widened eyes, I ran around to the other side of the car, opened the trunk as fast as I could, got as much of the 'Glock Armory' into a somewhat large duffel bag and started jogging away from the car…I don't know how far I was from it or when it blew up, I just know that when it did, the explosion lifted me from the ground and flung me into the another car.
Pain was all over me, especially my left arm…I glanced at it and almost screamed. My arm was through the windshield of the car I was flung upon. I noticed blood was all over the windshield as I felt some trickling down my face and all over my clothes.
Slowly and carefully, I pulled my arm out and away from the windshield but it was slicing up my arm…, "AAA," I cried as another shard slit a blood vessel. Out of anger and pain, I raised my other arm and crushed the already-cracked windshield, it breaking apart and falling away from my bloody arm. Feeling pain that I haven't felt in years, tears broke through a dam that I've had built for years and dripped down my face.
I sensitively cradled my arm that was soaked in my own blood. Sirens could be heard in the distance but I couldn't be taken in; I would have to explain the duffel bag and there was no explanation that would get me out of that…
A feeling began to slowly surfeit me…a feeling of determination…I grabbed the duffel bag with my good arm, and carefully stuck my carnaged arm inside my jacket, hiding it from anyone suspecting me. I stole back into the school and went for the nearest bathroom.
I found one and checked to make sure no one was in there. I got up on the sink counter and stuck my duffel bag through one of the tiles in the ceiling. Then I slowly climbed down and pulled my arm out of my jacket. My shirt was stained with blood and the insides of my coat were crimson.
I checked my pockets for any kind of medical supplies and realized that I had none in my duffel bag or on me…Stupid, stupid, stupid…you bring weapons but you don't bring bandages. I'm way too cocky… I sighed as I looked at my arm. The bleeding was only minor now but I could only see the skin on my arm in a few places. I could see pieces of the windshield all over my arm and deep inside. I definitely need help. I started pulling the pieces out, one-by-one; wincing at the pain but at the same time, knowing it had to be done… I didn't hold back the tears that now overpowered me. What was the point in hiding them when they're going to inevitably come?
It seemed to last forever. Shard by shard, hands bloodied, the pain…
A demon of negativity came to me as my clouded head's defenses were down… Why not just end it now? End the pain, the suffering, the killing, the times that were stolen, the memories… Finish yourself… I slowly held a shard with shaking hands to my wrist…it wouldn't take much. I'd already lost a lot of blood and another cut would probably just end it for me…
End it…it's okay…
I seemed to say it to myself over and over again…
"NO!" I slammed the shard into the sink, climbed up and got the duffel bag and was gone. I left the bathroom and as I left, as I got farther from the glass, the motivation, the will to be strong seemed to return.
You will survive. You did it before, you will DO IT AGAIN! I'm older, I'm wiser, I'm an even better shot, I can't be deceived…I will survive.
I will survive…
I left the school, going out the side of it to the other parking lot, walked to the nearest car that looked like it might be fast and in a few seconds, was inside and hotwiring it. Another few seconds and I was off…driving to who-knew-where, trying to keep my thoughts—and my arm—together…
-_-
Sitting on a hill up on a nearby mountain, I knew what I had to do…
I had to go. Had to leave. Had to drive away from my life, the returned horror, the deaths…was I going to run? Was I going to run and hide?
…No, that wouldn't solve anything. They found us after we hid for years. I had to go back and fight. Had to return to the criminal underworld of hell and death. Had to finish them off, get revenge for killing...
Killing Travion and Summer? Should I get revenge for them? They told me everything would be all right, that it was finally over, that life would be peaceful… Should they be forgiven? They lied to me for years, after all my nightmares, experiences, after growing up… That's why they've been a little tense the past few days.
Something was up and they didn't even tell me that it could've been something from the past! They completely deceived me.
The suicidal thoughts slowly returned. Everybody deceives me! Why do I even live when I can't trust anybody? Why…?
Slowly, somehow, as always, when something bad happens, I started writing my own poetry or song…
Did Travion not love me? Or did he love me just too much? Did he control me?
Did Summer live through me at my cost? Did she leave no questions for me to answer on my own?
Well fuck them, and fuck her, and fuck him, and fuck you, for not having the strength in your heart to pull through
I've had doubts, I have failed, I've fucked up, I've had plans, doesn't mean I should take my life with my own hands…
Idly, I thought about it…and sluggishly, I fell asleep, my thoughts ending on one last line…
But these words…they don't replace…the life you, the life you waste…
Suicide gets you know where…neither does violence…but I was going to anyway… It'll only hurt me more but as far as I was concerned, my life was already wasted…
-_-
I awoke with the sun streaming down on my face. A few stratus clouds in the sky but other than that, it looked like a blue horizon. A seemingly peaceful day…not for long. I got to my feet and started walking back down the small mountain I was on. I heard a plane in the distance and in a few minutes it flew over me. It was a small, nice place that looked like it could fit a family in it. If I had one, I'd go back to Miami, back to the ghetto…surprise some old enemies and take them down.
I reached the bottom of the mountain in another half-hour and started back toward town, leaving the stolen car where it was. I was about an hour from where I used to live but I wasn't going back. I was going to steal a car in the little city that was a couple miles down the highway, then drive to Miami, find some money and some guns, and make sure that if someone wants to kill me, I'll waste them first.
I reached the highway and started walking toward town. I passed a sign that read "Mulberry 3". Just three miles… I sighed and continued walking. No point in slowing down and speeding up; I'd reach there before the day was over.
A few minutes later, I heard a semi-truck slowing down behind me. I slowly turned around, keeping my horribly painful arm inside my coat. The semi pulled up next to me, the driver, an older guy with a cigarette in his mouth and some classic rock playing in the radio, shouted, "Ya' need uh ride somewhere yung lady?" His accent was thick with Texas but I could understand.
"No thanks; I'm just going to Mulberry," I shouted back.
He hesitated, then shouted, "'Er ya' sure?"
I thought for a second…it'd help make the day go slower…more time to think and plan… "All right," I shouted and climbed into the truck. It was actually quite different from what I thought it would be; it had a small bunk bed behind the seats, almost a very small apartment. The bunk bed had some puffy sleeping bags and there was also a small fridge behind my seat.
"Ya' hungry," he asked as we picked up speed.
I shook my head no, ignoring my complaining stomach. "No, not really."
He shrugged and turned his eyes back to the road. I noticed his right hand reaching out and grabbing some illegal caffeine pills and slipping them in under his chair. I obviously noticed and he smiled, saying, "Cain't do it wit'out 'em."
I smiled and showed that I didn't care.
I opened my coat to where my arm was concealed to him but I could check it out. It seemed okay but I wasn't sure if…no, I wasn't bleeding. It had all dried out; now it just had to heal.
I then heard a voice, a hoarse whisper in my right ear. "If you don't want to lose that arm all together, I would recommend slowly raising your arms up and touchin' the ceiling with them, palms up." I hesitated and then felt the lifeless steel of a blade under my armpit. "I wasn't kidding," came the whisper again. I complied and the figure stepped out from behind my seat and grinned at me.
He was young, probably nineteen or twenty, very handsome but…he was obviously one of the bad guys…not like I wasn't or anything like that.
His hands traveled to my hair, fluffing it out and making sure nothing was hidden in it. His hands slowly traveled down to my neck, checking the little necklace that I wear everywhere. Then his hands traveled down to my chest…and very slowly checked under and in between my breasts. Very slowly. I flinched and he noticed, smiling.
After another minute of that, his hands went down to my waist, then down each leg and checked my shoes. When he was done frisking me, he pulled a radio out of his leather coat and said, "She's clear."
He then looked at me and shook his head. "We can have more fun later but…for now, I'm afraid that not having a weapon wasn't too smart, especially after what happened…let's see…a day or two ago?"
I shrugged and said, "Touch me like that again, and I'll kill you."
He only laughed for a second and then there was a sudden flash of black…just before his elbow made contact with my face. Everything went black.
Author's Note
Sweet surprises are coming up y'all…no, I don't mean anything bad by that, I just mean that there's about to be a lot of ACTION, a lot of PLOT TWISTS, a lot of OLD FRIENDS, and, of course, A NEW FIC! Yupperz folks. I am soon to be posting a brand new fic…with a couple days of posting this chapter…so keep an eye out for it. It's entitled "Wasteland" and it's gonna be great (hopefully…