Sydney slowly opened her eyes, surprised to find herself mostly intact. She
was resting against the driver's door, which was against the road. She had
a cut above one eye that was still bleeding, telling her that she hadn't
been unconscious for very long. Various parts of her body ached, but she'd
had worse. Much, much worse. She released the seatbelt and slowly climbed
out of the passenger's side door, stopping inside the wrecked jeep only
long enough to find her purse, keys and cell phone. She also grabbed the
crossbow, thinking it might be useful.
She walked away from the without a backwards glance, heading purposely towards Vaughn's car. When she reached it, she found the doors locked, so she was forced to smash the passenger side window with the crossbow, hoping that none of the glass would hit Vaughn. When she unlocked the door and got into the car, she was still faced with the problem of how to free Vaughn.
"Hey." he said.
"Hey yourself." She said distractedly, looking for anything she could use to open the handcuffs.
"You're bleeding." He said, noticing the cut on her face.
"So are you." As careful as she had been, some of the glass had still hit him, cutting him in a few places. Artis had become careless, because on the floor of the car, tucked under the seat, she found the key to the handcuffs. She gave a small whoop of delight and unlocked his hands. They got out of the car.
"How are you?" Vaughn asked, stretching his cramped arms and shoulders with a groan.
"I'm fine. Don't worry, this," she said, touching the cut "will soon heal."
"That wasn't what I meant and you know it." He said, a little more sharply than he'd meant to.
"I'm fine, Vaughn." She said forcefully, reacting to his sharp tone.
"Good. That's good." Vaughn said, then said, "what do we do now?"
"Now we find a car, and go get my dad back." She was really, really pissed off. No-one messed with her family.
She walked away from the without a backwards glance, heading purposely towards Vaughn's car. When she reached it, she found the doors locked, so she was forced to smash the passenger side window with the crossbow, hoping that none of the glass would hit Vaughn. When she unlocked the door and got into the car, she was still faced with the problem of how to free Vaughn.
"Hey." he said.
"Hey yourself." She said distractedly, looking for anything she could use to open the handcuffs.
"You're bleeding." He said, noticing the cut on her face.
"So are you." As careful as she had been, some of the glass had still hit him, cutting him in a few places. Artis had become careless, because on the floor of the car, tucked under the seat, she found the key to the handcuffs. She gave a small whoop of delight and unlocked his hands. They got out of the car.
"How are you?" Vaughn asked, stretching his cramped arms and shoulders with a groan.
"I'm fine. Don't worry, this," she said, touching the cut "will soon heal."
"That wasn't what I meant and you know it." He said, a little more sharply than he'd meant to.
"I'm fine, Vaughn." She said forcefully, reacting to his sharp tone.
"Good. That's good." Vaughn said, then said, "what do we do now?"
"Now we find a car, and go get my dad back." She was really, really pissed off. No-one messed with her family.