AN-Sorry! This was originally a part of the 11 chapter. But I cut it in half since there is the possibility that I might type the other two endings for fun, since I have a feeling my sequel may be a little harder than I first thought.
12
THE GREAT ESCAPE
I burst into the room to find Cary tied to a chair. Damn, he looked beat with a bleeding lip a cut on the side of his face, another cut on his forehead, and bruises forming on his face. Of course, I was sure I didn't look any better. I had cuts from the fights with the winos, and the butchers. As well as bruises on my arms from blocking all those blows. And I knew that my somewhat decent club clothes where in need of several washings.
He looked up when I walked in.
"What kept you, Nick?" He asked grudgingly.
"Sorry Cary," I apologized, quickly going to his bindings. "The traffic getting here was murder."
I untied him quickly.
"Can you walk?" I asked him looking over him, he looked like hell.
"I-I don't know. I don't really think so," Cary said. He had some trouble standing.
"Here," I grabbed his arm and put it over my shoulder.
I helped him stand up. Together we walked out of the cooler.
"Did you see a back door out of this crazy joint?" I asked.
Cary pointed to the door.
We walked to it, and, together, we kicked it open. We walked into a back alley way. I looked around for a get away car. I found it. The butcher shop's delivery truck, in the back was a load raw of fish. Me and Cary went to the passenger side. I opened the door (luckily it was unlocked) and helped Cary get in. I shut the door and went to the driver's side. I got in the driver's seat and quickly went to hot-wiring the truck.
"Thanks Bro," Cary said suddenly. "I owe you one."
I shook my head. Crossing wires.
"No you don't," I said, guiltily. "I got you into it."
Suddenly, we heard the back door open, Me and Cary turned to see several Triad scumbags, they weren't butchers either. They must of known that I would come to save Cary. In their hands were Tommy guns, and Berettas.
"AFTER THEM!" Yelled one.
They quickly went to their cars that weren't that far away down the alley.
I quickly pulled on my seat belt.
"Buckle up tight," I told Cary. "This could get worse than your first driving lesson, and you how that turned out."
"Ha Ha," Cary said dryly, pulling on his seatbelt. "Funny Guy."
I pulled out of the alleyway as fast as I could, losing half of the fish in the truck bed. The Triad guys hot on our asses.
I took the first right turn. Setting them back a few.
"I assume you got a plan, Bro," Cary said.
I grinned.
I blasted down the street. I quickly took a fast turn on them. Then another. Damn it! I couldn't shake 'em. Well, that left only one thing to now. I tried to pull a few of my car tricks. No dice.
"Hang on!" I said as I weaved dangerously through traffic, losing the other half of the fish in the bed of the truck.
It was then I saw it. The park. I smiled, and as soon as I did Cary knew what I was up to.
"Oh no," Cary said, he knew what I was about to do (this wasn't the first time I've made my own detour with him in the car or truck or whatever). "Nick don't -!"
But I had already plowed through the iron fence that went around the park. I drove on the walk way.
"GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY!" I yelled out the window to walkers.
I could hear Cary yell, "Run for your lives, people!"
Walkers jumped out of the way left and right. Making sure to flip me the finger as soon as they jumped out of my way (I get that a lot in traffic).
I drove through the park. Trying not to hit anyone who was playing Frisbee, football, walking their dog or whatever else they do at the park.
All the while I could hear Cary mutter under his breath, words that sounded like "This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy."
I made a point of not telling him that I had lost those Triad bastards. Not until we were safely out of the park and several blocks away. I then took some quick sharp turns, we where somewhere leaving Downtown LA when I felt it was safe.
"You alright bro?" I asked.
"Yeah," Cary said sheepishly. "It's just... We almost died."
"Yeah I know," I replied lightly. "I try to do it once a day."
Cary gave me on of those looks.
I grinned at him.
"Now you hungry?" I asked. "'Cause I haven't had any thing to eat since breakfast…"