Author's Note: This chapter is a little explicit and it used to be R but I re-edited it to bring it down to Pg-13.  I attempted to keep the detail low while keeping the reader informed of what was happening. 

Asazi

Chapter 28

I woke up. That was really all there was to say. I woke up and unenclosed my eyes; I was blindfolded. My hearing told me there was a minimum of two people in whatever I was. I tried to move my arms but they and my legs were roped down to the bed I was lying on. I was secured; no way out and definitely favorable for me to keep quiet.

My abdomen felt like we were moving…it transpired to me that we were in the truck that I had vapidly gotten into. I listened closely to the two voices. One was the heavily accented Texan driver, the other the guy that knocked me out. "So much longer until we hit Florida," asked one of the voices, the callow assaulter.

"Oh I reckon another hour 'r so. We been makin' pretty good time on this 'n," the driver replied; it sounded like he was chewing on something, probably beef jerky or tobacco. "Good," said the opposite guy. "After we hit the Florida state line, you pull—''

"Over to the ner'est rest are'ya and you've got it from there. I get me cash then, ain't that right?"

Florida? So they're heading to Florida, with me in the trunk—in this case, truck. How very clever and thoughtful that they'd take me there instead make me make my way across the country. I'm gonna enjoy this once I get outta here.

The man didn't say anything but the trucker said, "Alright then. Sounds like things are still working like they were supposed too." The other sighed; obviously hinting the driver to just shut his trap and do his job. The driver didn't say anything else.

I pulled up with all the strength I had but the ropes didn't give away; they just clawed away at my soft skin. The man must've noticed my movement because I heard a seat belt unbuckle and the motion of someone getting up and coming towards me. Uh oh, I thought, remembering what he had done when he had frisked me before rendering me insentient. "Ah! May the gods be awaken for thine eyes have been exposed to the greatest sight of the world at hand," said the wannabe Romeo guy. "Could you gangs be any more stupid than the goats you have sex with at your hideouts?" I heard the rig driver obviate a laugh

I felt the man's breath on my face and he whispered, "You calling me an animal—''

I cut him off, not letting him finish his sentence. "Nah, ya' think?"

SLAP!

The blow came from my right; my head flying to the left, as far as it could with my shoulders tied to the bed. The pain wasn't that bad; the man didn't really slap me as hard as he could have…which meant he wanted me to like him a little bit, even though I was his captive on a truck heading for his boss's haven. They're all the same; they want the girl to accept them, even though they treat us like we're the slaves we aren't. That's just the way it is for us girls…but not for me. I am so gonna kill him once I get outta this.

"Say…if I don't recall legitimately, you were trying you're best to conceal a smile while I was frisking you…I do believe that means you were enjoying it." I felt his hand grab me and stuffed my cringe. I wiggled my feet and groaned a little bit; the rope around my feet was lose. "I think that means I remembered right," he said. He took off my blindfold and I could see around me. It was dark in this part of the truck but I could distinctly make out the man and where I was. I was on the top berth of the bunk bed that was in the back of the cabin of the truck. Suddenly his hands reached down and there was a quick glint of a blade. The next thing I head was fabric ripping apart and then the rope around my feet was gone. Then I looked down at me and that I was exposed to him, my shirt in shreds all over the place and the rope around my feet was on the floor. I knew what he was planning on doing but I also quickly molded a contrive in my head; escape was going to be easy. This man was obviously a rookie in the game and he would pay for it with his life.

In a couple minutes, I was nude. Everything but my legs were strapped down so I was still quite stuck but all I need is two free limbs. The man now looked anxious and a second after feasting his eyes upon me, his tongue was all over my chest. I acted like I was enjoying it and I noticed the driver watching with a little mirror he had just set up.

He started to get on top of me and I immediately reached up with my legs and closed them in around his neck.  I squeezed his neck as hard as I could, cutting off his air, asphyxiating him. After his hands came and started to pry my legs away, I pulled a knee up on one side of his jaw and said, "Hope you learned your lesson." I then pushed my knee against his jaw as hard as I could, twisting his head around, breaking his neck…

His body stopped and his arms went flaccid. I let his body fall to the floor and started to wiggle out of the now-deceased neophyte's ropes. Within a few seconds I was free but something suddenly occurred to me. The driver wasn't doing anything. He wasn't reacting to anything I had done; he didn't seem surprised or…anything; just nonchalant, as if what I had done wasn't anything new to him.

"In case you're wondering," he suddenly said, "that accent was a phony."

I nodded, smiling. "I thought so. You weren't going to let him go all the way with me, were you?" He shook his head, "Only if you weren't going to fight back at least a little. That's why I was watching. If you were going to struggle and lose, I'd would help, but if you weren't even going to try…"

"Thanks. You're a wise person…now, whose side are you on?"

"I'll answer your questions once you put your clothes back on, Asazi."

He knows my name, he's…hopefully on my side, and he would've helped if I couldn't have done it myself…a wise man…yeah right. He was probably just trying to get me to trust him so I could be tricked into working for the wrong people. We'll see how much he knows first.

I picked up my clothes and started to get dressed. The man had completely torn up my shirt; the shreds were all over the floor, as well as my bra. Oh well, it didn't really matter. The driver had already seen me naked. I put my underwear and jeans back on, as well as my socks and shoes. I felt kind of strange, not wearing anything on top but I didn't have much of a choice. I crossed my chest with my arms when I sat down in the passenger seat.

"He tore up my shirt," I said, when he gave me a 'are you crazy' look. He then nodded and said, "Alright. There should be a change of clothes that belong to you in the back, under the bottom bunk of that bed. They came straight from your house so I imagine they fit you."

I didn't show my surprise as I climbed back into the back and found a little suitcase full of stuff from my house…including a Glock, several full clips. I quickly put on a shirt and sat back down in the passenger seat. "Alright, what do you know? Who are you working for?"

He sighed and said, "For starters, I work for a man named Ethan. He was in close relations with a few people that I'm sure you have dreams about but we'll get to that later. Ethan heard about the hit at your house, already—I don't know how—knew about your past and sent several men to go retrieve you. He said that you would be a valuable asset and knew you would come back to Miami since Travion and Summer—your adoptive parents if I was told right." I sat back in my seat…, "But that would mean that 'Ethan' would've always known where we were hiding." The man stayed focused on the road while he talked. "Actually, everybody knew where you all had been hiding. It wasn't hard to follow you—I'll explain how we did later. Anyway…we let Travion and Summer train you with the gun so you'd get better but we…our turf had a guy working for gang and word leaked out about where you were. Knowing that you were talented with shooting since you were six…the bomb was ticking and it went off a couple days ago."

I looked down at the floor. I was never safe…we'd never even gotten away from Miami. Lament came to my eyes; I don't why, they just did. Everything seemed so perfect, especially with…with Torin. But it wasn't…we were probably being watched; our every move, our every date, our every moment… Why couldn't they just leave us alone… The question ran through my head a million times…until the tears turned into a small sadness…then the sadness turned into confusing anger…and then the anger turned into rage.

I got this feeling that something wasn't right so I got back up and got the Glock and clips from the suitcase. When I started to turn around—chink! The sound that triggered all sorts of reactions inside my head…none of which I did. The cold steel of the barrel told me to drop the Glock and ammo, slowly, without any problems. Without any problems…forget that! I swung my arm around as fast as I could, my elbow hitting the pistol off course just as it fired—BLAM!!—into the wall behind me. "NO, dammit," cried the driver. I quickly slipped the Glock into waist and the clips into my pockets, dropping one of the clips because I was hurried.

"Just goes to show," I said just before kicking him in the head, "that you can't trust nobody, not even yourself." I kicked him in the ear, my shoe scraping part of his ear from his head. He cried out in pain and the truck went off the highway. There was a sign straight in front of us; I caught a glimpse of it just before we hit it, 'Welcome to Florida' it said, an orange on one side of the state's name and the ocean on the other. The truck careened back onto the road but not without an accident; a car that had been in the right lane was knocked into a little Dodge in the left lane, which skidded off the road and into dip in between roads. The truck flew up onto the other side of the road, hitting a car causing the truck to flip over the car and into the trailer of a semi. The car crashed into the semi's left side and was crushed underneath its back tires. My eyes traveled back to the road we were on, just in time to see the driver pulling a gun from his waist and aiming it back at me. I dove behind his seat, bullets tearing up the floor where I was standing. I looked up and saw a sign that said 'Rest Area 1 Mile'; crap, that meant that we were a mile from whoever it was that wanted me enough to kill and ruin my perfect life.

An arm came from the driver's seat, a pistol in the hand. The driver fired blindly, missing me completely but I rolled away, so my leg could kick the pistol away from his hand. The pistol flew above his head and I jumped up to it and landed on the steering wheel—not quite what I had planned. The driver's eyes went wild when he looked past me and—EEEEEEERRRRRRRRRR!! VROOOMM, VROOOMM! I was thrown backwards, my back getting launched into the windshield, little pieces of glass getting stuck in it. The truck wasn't done going all over the place; the driver swerved to his left and I flew back into the passenger door. It was insecure and it blew open as I hit it. My hands somehow grabbed onto the door, causing my mutilated arm to erupt in agony. I cried out as I tried to hold onto the door but I wasn't going to last. The door was swinging wildly because of the wind and me but I managed to get my legs onto the fuel tank protruding from the flatbed truck. I then let go of the door and grabbed rope that was holding down the flatbed's supplies and pulled myself onto the flatbed.

I saw the driver look in the side mirror and his face showed anger. I started to go down to the other end of the flatbed when suddenly, the brakes on the truck screamed a high-pitch and I flew onto the hood of the car behind me. I cried out in pain; my bad arm and back had cushioned my hit. My body rolled on and over the windshield onto the roof of the car. My right arm grabbed a hold of the car's sunroof, keeping me from splattering all over the road and car behind me. My entire body was shouting pain, pain but the adrenaline surging through me suddenly—

The numbers again! The world turned colors and the mathematics started swirling in my head. I somehow knew what was happening and the numbers chose different paths to get out of the plight I was in…it took about one-and-a-half seconds but I chose an explication and followed through with it…hoping it would save my life…

Author's Note

Hehe, cliffhanger. Hehehehehehehehe… By the way, my new fic Wasteland hasn't gotten hardly any reviews at all. Come on people, I know it sounds weird but trust me, it's gonna turn out to be an awesome story.