Chapter 12
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Outside of Jump city High
Rachel had a back pack slung over her shoulder and just walked out the back doors of the gym, she just joined the young author's club, (A/N: hehe I'm in it in my school so I don't feel bad), she had to get home as quickly as possible, she didn't want to be out in the open. The quickest way home was around the foot ball field and through the woods, and across a street. She didn't want to be out in the open for so long.
Richard saw some one walk bye really quick, out of the corner of his eye. He glanced again, it was Rachel. 'Wonder what's bugging her?' he thought. He walked up the side walk and around the chain linked fence that was between him and the bleachers of the foot ball field. Richard stood in the path of Rachel's pursuit. Rachel didn't even see Richard and she breezed right by him, until she felt something on her arm. She gasped and turned around to hit the person who grabbed her, in the face. Richard stopped her hand from making contact with his face.
Rachel opened her eyes, "Oh... Richard it's you!" Rachel sighed. "Listen I need to get home." Rachel tugged on her arm a bit, "So if you could let me go that would be appreciated."
"What's the matter?" Richard asked. He loosened his grip.
"I just need to get home and-" Rachel was cut off. She gasped loudly and hid in Richard's form. Richard had his back to the road so he couldn't see anything. "Oh, my god he's here." she whispered.
"What? Who's here?" Richard tried to glance over his shoulder.
"No don't look!" Rachel warned. "If my father knows, that we know he's here then he'll kill me and you both."
"Is that who set the fire to your house?" Richard asked.
"This isn't the time." Rachel made a slight glance over his shoulder. "Oh my god he saw us." Rachel started to panic. "He stopped his car and is getting out."
Richard glanced over his shoulder, he was getting nervous too. A man that was scruffy looking, lean and gruff, and had a glint in his eye, and that glint was to kill. He was hiding something black under his black leather jacket and it was in his waist band of his jean pants, his white shirt also gave it away, he looked dead at them and crossed the street one hand on the weapon. Richard placed his other hand on Rachel's other elbow, protectively. Rachel squirmed.
"Richard let me go!" Rachel gasped. "He's getting closer!" Richard turned his attention back to Rachel. She glanced over his shoulder one more time. "Oh my god!" she lost it. "He's got a gun. Let m go Richard! Let.. Me..-" Richard pulled her toward him.
"Rae." He whispered in her ear. "Rae, calm down." Rachel stopped squirming. "You know I wouldn't let any thing happen to you. Now I want you, on my mark pick up the back pack you dropped when you were squirming and we will slowly walk away, as if he weren't even there, and as soon as we turn the corner around the bleachers, we'll run in to the school and go for help, once we're out of his site. Okay?" She nodded, biting her lip trying to be brave. "Okay. Now." Rachel turned, and tried not to rush, but every precious second she dragged the closer he got with that weapon in hand, but hidden, he looked deadly, she picked up her back pack and Richard, paced evenly with her, as the started to walk away and beyond the bleachers. Once they were on the other side of the bleachers they ran. Richard taking the lead and dragging Rachel be hind him. Rachel's father was half way across the back of the bleachers when he saw them run into the school building.
The school was empty, but they had to get to the principal's office before Trigon caught them. Richard kept running. He then stopped. "Which way?" he asked. Rachel heard the doors at the other end of the hall close. She glanced back over her shoulder, her father had his gun out and was aiming.
"Any way just move!" she pushed him in one of the directions, one bullet was fired at them, nearly missing them but lodging itself in the wall. Rachel dropped her back pack so that they could run faster, her father kept up with them. He shot a couple more bullets each missing them, they turned a corner and hid in the shadows, Trigon went the other way. It wouldn't be long until he found out it was a dead end and had to turn back. Richard dragged Rachel to the nearest shelter they could find, the boy's locker room. Rachel heeled the floor hard and broke her grip on Richard.
"What?" Richard whined.
"I can't go in there!" Rachel stated.
"I don't care! Come on!" He waved at her to get in the steaming room.
"NO!" A bullet just grazed her head. "Never mind." once in there they were consumed by steam, it was dark and you couldn't see anything. Richard pulled Rachel around a corner of a locker end and crouched down in the steam. They heard the door open then close quietly. They heard a light pad of foot steps across the some what, wet floor.
"Come out my little bird," the voice said, man it made them both shiver in fear. "Come on out and I won't have to kill you, and your little boy friend too." They heard the footsteps come closer, Rachel started to panic. Richard put his finger to his lips, signaling to be quiet. Richard crawled across the floor, Rachel followed him. "Come out, come out, where ever you are." They saw a shadow pass right in front of them, Richard stopped and stayed still for a good minute or so, Rachel was too scared to do anything. The figure looked around then headed toward the door and seemed to leave. Rachel let out a sigh. Then a shot rang out. Rachel screamed. Richard turned, she was hit. Her left side was bleeding, she collapsed to the floor. Richard quickly picked her up and put her arm around his shoulders and helped her run. They ran for a good couple of halls the found an abandoned room. Some shots rang out along the way, one got him on the left shoulder, but it was just a cut nothing major.
It was small, and dark. Richard closed the door and placed Rachel down in the near corner of the room, he went back to the door and locked it. He went back over to Rachel.
"Hey." He asked her. "Are you okay?" She groaned in response.
"Heh, does it look like I'm okay?" She said weakly. She winced and held her side in pain. She groaned again.
"Here," Richard said as her pulled her arms away. "Let me see." he saw that the wound was only a graze but it was deep, the bullet had entered and exited. He grimaced. He took the bottom half of his shirt and tore the base. "Here, lift up your shirt." Rachel looked at him wide eyed. "Don't worry I'm not that perverted."
"Okay." she said as she lifted her shirt to the bottom of her rib cage. Richard took the torn piece of fabric and wrapped it around her waist to help stop the bleeding.
"There." Richard tied it off and pulled away. Rachel pulled her shirt back down.
"Thanks." Rachel said as she blushed. "Richard!" she gasped. "You're bleeding!" she pointed. "Here let me take care of that." she pulled out some clothe she had in her pocket, not a handkerchief! "Here." she began to dab it lightly. He winced, then grabbed her hand.
"Don't worry, it's only a scratch." he pulled it away from his shoulder and put in front of him and Rae. "But thanks any ways." He smiled and kissed her fore head. She smiled too. Then a shot rang out again. This time he was right out side. Richard put both his hands on the walls, beside Rachel, and pushed her back into the corner of the room. His chest made contact with hers, she felt her face flush. Her arms were inching to wrap them selves around his body and pull him to her and keep him there forever.
Richard was glaring daggers at the door until he felt something hit his chest, it was warm and made him feel all warm inside.
Then there was yelling out side and a loud thump!
"You are under arrest! Anything you do, and or say will, and can be used against you in the court of law!" After a few minutes a police woman came and jiggled the handle. She then kicked the door in.
"Kids! Are you okay?" Richard sighed and collapsed from the strain, he was still conscious though. The woman noticed the wounds, "We need a medic over here!" she yelled down the hall. Richard just laid there in Rachel's lap, he sighed and smiled.
"Glad to see your okay." Rachel whispered.
The two were escorted out side, the police had her back pack outside already, she gasped and jumped behind Richard as she saw her Father being loaded into the back of a police car and driven off. Rachel knew what was going to happen to her and her mother next, they'd have to move again. So she'd have to make her boy friend's last days with her perfect. Or at least close to it. Once they were checked out they came out clean and went home, Rachel had to tell her mother what happened and then they'd have to make plans on how to move, but she wouldn't tell Richard.. Not just yet...
