Chapter 4: Chase
Adrian snapped out of his blackout fairly quickly. He had been knocked dizzy from the flipping of his car. It had also took him a minute to realize he was no longer in his car, but a fair bit away from it.
He was sprawled out in the middle of the road and the broken, ripped off driver door next to him which was responsible for spilling him out onto the concrete. He slowly attempted to get to his feet, but failed as he fell right back down on his ass. "Ah.. Fuck!"
An impossible to ignore jolt of pain raced through his left leg. He looked down to see what it was from, and there he noticed a dull piece of metal stuck in his thigh.
"Aww fuck, aww damn that hurts."
He reached down and grimaced as he painfully pulled it out ever so slowly before throwing it aside, not caring that it was once a piece of his car. All he cared for was the fact that a part of his leg now felt hollowed out, and it was the most disturbing feeling he ever felt in his life. He never felt something break his bond of skin and bone like that until that moment and although he knew that the pain would soon subside, the disgusting, sickeningly repulsive feeling of the blood running down his leg and drying to stick to his skin and his black jeans would not.
He ran a hand along the left side of his head to feel the blood that had begun to run down from there and stained his blond hair as well. He then tried to stand up again, and that time he knew well enough to put all his weight on his right foot. He slowly made his way forward, limping noticeably and putting a hand over the nasty and bloodied hole in his left thigh while forcing himself to continue on. He almost did so as if something far beyond his brother's possible presence was driving him to fight the temptation to turn around. Something he couldn't put his finger on. Something as mysterious as the fog that surrounded him at that moment.
He pushed on, the sound of his car's battered engine guiding him to where he wanted to go. Although the closer he got, the more the engine noises didn't exactly sound like engine noises. More like the ravenous barking of a pack of rabid dobermans. And the barking like noise continued to get louder... and louder.... and louder....
That was when Adrian ran his right hand along the smashed hood of his once prized possession, which had been turned into a shadow of its former self in the blink of an eye. The windshield was shattered, all four side windows broken, the front two tires picked clean like the skin being stripped off a deer. The barking disappeared, overtaken by what was really an engine's dying sputters.
'Man, this isn't the place I wanna be hearing things.'
But there was another noise that bothered him. Drip. Drip. Drip. He squatted down as much as his battered leg would allow, and frowned at the gasoline that began to leak out. And with that would come the danger of a possible explosion; a possibility that Adrian quickly took into mind and decided to get a head start. He ran as hard as he could, to no particular spot at all. It was too difficult to see to pinpoint a perfect spot to take shelter anyway. All he knew at that time, was the farther away he got from his car, the better.
The wetness the blood was creating on his left leg was beginning to come off as more of an annoyance than anything else. It almost made him stop right there, but the adrenaline rush he got at the thought of his car blowing up with him only feet away from it was more than enough to get his mind off the pain that ran through his body with every moment. Every pain with the exception of the pounding headache he begun to inherit.
He had eventually made it a safe distance away and with the security of not feeling the warmth and rush of an explosion behind him. That gave himself a moment to double over and catch his breath. The sound of his ragged breathing was suddenly all he heard however, the silence eerily settling in over Adrian's position.
Adrian dropped to his right knee and clutched his chest while waiting for the air to return to him, which it eventually did; along with some new noises to boot. The noise of foot steps in front of him, quick and rythmic, and fading fast from Adrian's senses. It was then, as he tried to stand upright once more, he realized he was no longer on a road. The ground under him was soft. Dirt.
The dirt path he was on was narrow, and much worse than the pothole filled road could ever dream of being. It moved downhill, and on one side of the path was nothing but rock for feet and feet into the air, unclimbable. The other, nothing. Absolutely nothing, but a long fall for Adrian if he were unfortunate enough to venture off the path before him.
He would struggle forward however, only to chase the footsteps he had momentarily heard. "Cybil?" He muttered as he went, his feet noiselessly clammoring along the dirt as he hobbled at a relentless pace. His refusal to give up eventually earned him the strength to move quicker, fighting the pain that was trying to hold him back from what was ahead through the mist. However he would continue never the less, as much as the fading of the footsteps discouraged him and the sudden return of the demonic barking like noises had scared him, he refused to be denied of answers so easily.
And yet he fought on, and slowly the footsteps began to get louder, and louder, but so were the grating battle cry like howls of something, or some things off from above the rocks next to Adrian. And for a split second, Adrian thought the worst. It all ran through his mind as quick as his brief loss of consciousness.
'Whatifmybrother'sdeadwhatifI'mdeadwhatifthisisalljustafuckingdream-'
He quickly found himself out of that state of mind and into a state of hope as then dirt was exchanged for concrete once more and a figure could be seen in the distance. The figure of a woman. Cybil?
"Ya really scared me back there, y'know that?" Adrian stepped forward towards the figure, only to stop at an intersection in the road. The figure stared back at him just across the street, but spoke not a word. Instead came the sound of a car moving at a blazing speed, roaring almost like a train, and quickly filling the silence that amounted between the two figures. Adrian walked forward, instinctively thinking his words weren't heard. "Cybil, c'mon..." These words were however drowned about by the quickly growing noise of something rumbling quickly towards him. He ignored them however and headed out to cross the street-
-Until a blinding light caused him to turn aside, and get smashed in the ribs by the oncoming car that shot by. The venture into the air slowed to a crawl, but the brutal landing onto the unforgiving concrete lasted merely two seconds. The pain went away fast as did Adrian's consciousness, and the car that struck him seemed to follow suit. It was nowhere to be found after sending a broken human sprawling to the cold ground.
And that was when Adrian awoke again, in a restaurant. Groggy. Confused. Alone. Again.
Cybil woke up on the side of the road, not too far away from her motorcycle. The massive headache she awoke with was beyond intolerable.
'Where's that teen?'
She quickly got to her feet; her landing in a bunch of forgiving bushes helped break the fall and caused her to survive her crash with minimal injury. Couldn't complain about that, although she wished she hadn't crashed in the first place.
'Great. Another wrecked bike.'
Cybil turned to the road that she was driving down. Through the fog, a silhouette appeared. "Hello?"
