The first thing she noticed about him was his eyes - crystal blue so intense they could see right to your core. She didn't desire to ever see eyes that blue or intense again, but here they were staring down into hers.
"No!" Lisa screamed, jerking from his grip. Jackson caught hold of her wrist, and yanked her back. She collided into his chest, the impact knocking the air from her lungs. Lisa gasped for breath, but barely had time to think when she heard her name being screamed from a short distance.
"Lisa!" Ethan was approaching, rage echoing in his voice.
Jackson snapped his head up, baring his teeth. He dashed off dragging Lisa behind him. She tripped over her own foot, crying out in pain as her knee connected sharply with the concrete. Jackson pulled her up, and continued across the parking lot to the second row of cars away from the condo. He flung open the driver's side back seat door, not bothering how rough he pushed her in. In a matter of seconds, he was seated behind the steering wheel.
Suddenly, the passenger side back window cracked then busted inward, sending shards of glass onto the seat. Lisa screamed at the sight of Ethan's scorched face coming at her through the broken window. His long arm caught her ankle, and with a great tug, dragged her whole leg out the hole. Lisa cried out in pain as the sharp pieces of glass cut though her skin. Ethan reached in farther, catching hold of her waistband.
A deep roar exploded from Ethan's throat. Lisa was dropped onto the shards of glass on the seat. Jackson pulled back his shoed foot that had slammed into Ethan's face.
The car engine rumbled alive. Jackson pressed on the gas, and the car flew out of it's parking spot. Ethan hit into the driver's side, hanging onto the rear view mirror with all his strength as Jackson floored it. He managed to smash his fist into the window, but did not break it. Jackson swerved around a curve, sending Ethan rolling on the concrete.
Jackson slammed on the breaks. He heard an agonizing groan from Lisa in the back seat, but ignored it. He put the car in reverse, intent on running over Ethan's body. Nothing was there.
"Dammit," Jackson growled. Being dragged by a car then thrown from the moving car didn't stop him. Jackson quickly steered the car out the parking lot. Knowing Ethan, he'd probably be popping up at the most unlikely time. Jackson drove for a couple miles to the highway ramp before asking, "You okay back there, Leese?"
A whimper answered him.
"Climb in the front," he continued, unfazed. "There's a first-aid kit underneath the seat."
Lisa carefully climbed over the seat. Her right leg was covered in blood, and still looked like it was bleeding. She plopped down into the passenger side, tears streaking down her cheeks.
"The first-aid kit is right underneath your seat," Jackson prompted. When Lisa didn't move, he leaned over to pull it out himself.
"Don't touch me!"
Urg, I did not like how I wrote this chapter. I suck at describing action scenes, especially ones that involve cars. I promise next chapter will be better!