I hope you haven't abandon this story. I'm threatened by plotbunnies so it can take a while to get everything straight.

Chapter 16) Spinning wheels.

He awoke by her gruffly sights of irritation.

"What are you doing kid?"

"My hair is poofy and I look like crap."

He fell back on his bed. "Yeah that's a real trauma to conquer."

She snored and continued doing what she was doing.

"Are you planning to act normal today?" She asked briefly when she rumbled around collection her stuff.

"What kind of question is that?" He spat back agitated.

"A very simple one."

He rubbed over the bridge of his nose and lurked up. "Depend."

"On what exactly?"

He started to name. "Mood, temper, weather, clothing, luck, stress and mostly you." He felt around until he grabbed the collar of his shirt. "And to the amount of pills, cigarettes and alcohol.

"I asked a very simple question, just say yes or no please." She stopped packing and sat next to him on the bed. "I really want to know."

"Wanna know or take a order?!" He snarled tempering the anger he felt. "It's not like I can switch it on or off you know."

"I know." She shifted on the bed and he could feel her side touch his back. "I know…"

"But?!" He asked fast, feeling that question burn in her mind.

"But I think I'm really going to freak out if you act that psychotic as you did in the church." She muttered.

"Well, you kinda asked for that to happen, sweet-cheeks. I mean could you throw me a bigger bone?!"

"I know that! I know alright don't rub it in my face I really don't need that right now, please!" She muffled.

Self consciously he looked over his shoulder. That was still a habit out of his old life he hadn't smothered yet. Look at people even thought he couldn't anymore.

"Just no mind games today, okay?" She pleated. "No fuss, no craziness I can't dig that. Not today."

He smirked while his discomfort grow. Knowing he might losing was a tough one to coop with but having her put that up for a discussion. Not all that swell.

"I'll try to behave." He said trying to make a joke out of it. Or a sneer, anything from the painful truth that started to nag more and more every day.

He was an unpredictable projectile and could go off in a minute.

"Well that's not good enough!" She suddenly snapped after she recollect all her courage.

"Then what do you want me to say?! Sure hone, today daddy won't explode." He snapped sarcastic.

"I just want you to say you won't freak out today! At least give me some hope I can prove Djessy wrong!" She spat back in anger.

That made him even more nervous, not so very good for his temper. "What exactly is the Doc saying about me?" He knew that bitch was rattling behind his back but he never thought the kid would take it serious, not unless it was something very serious.

There was a long silence which again didn't do his temper any good. But he tried to keep his breath far from racing and dug his fingers into the pillow. See he could deal with stress without throwing stuff.

"She said you might kill me." She finally said almost not audible. "And she might be right Sands."

"Bull." He simply said back.

"I don't think so. There are things- I just… I'm just a girl. I'm not some kind of Wonder Woman who will save day after day. I'm not strong, not all that smart and mostly just a teen. I'm a kid and sometimes you just… you try to piers me into this grownup role. You sometimes seem to think that I can fix everything you destroy. But I can't, I have trouble with managing everything myself. And I can't make you stop, not all the time even when I really want to."

"I would never kill you, Lizz." He spook out soft.

"When your you, you won't. I know that, I know you would never. But sometimes your not you. Then your that thing and it hates me. He will kill me, he might even kill you."

'She knows.' His cover was blown, he was slapped in the face, kicked in the guts. "So what are you saying?"

"Don't freak out."

.-.-.

She watched as the girl untied her bindings, mind still a bit soggy. "Will you keep me drugged?"

A shrug as she asked the time. "Dunno."

"What do you know?" She asked again, this time more forcing.

"That I don't like you." She got for answer while she got the chains back around her wrist.

"You know you can go to jail for this don't you?" Djessy implied to the girl who gave her a stubborn frown.

"With everything I'm doing right now I could get a heck worse then jail, Doc." She snapped and yanked her up. "So why don't you shut your mouth, don't be pissing about everything and grow up!"

'You're the one to say, smarty mouth.' Djessy thought angry. 'Your still not legally able to buy a drink yet.'

"Doc is ready to go." The girl cheered thought the hall, covering up the rattling chains with her voice and Djessy's own with coat.

Kidnapper senior staggered out of the motel room versus hers. "Great." The sarcasm dripped off. "Is Ill Niño also ready to go?"

"Yes." Miss cheeriness said. " He's waiting in the car."

"And you have the keys?" He asked with a smothered hint of worry.

"Dhu." Lizz said. "I'm not stupid, relax!"

"I'll relax when I have my ass parked in the fanciest flight out of this hell hole." He growled and took hold of her shoulder. "Let's just go."

Djessy got dumped on the back seat again along with some clothing. On her right sat the boy whole suffered from chronicle insomnia. Dark circles had taken place below his eyes as he glared up a few moments to hear, then moved on to her ex patient and finally stopped at Lizz.

Somehow she felt pity for the boy. He had been truly sucked into this. She had the choice, well not ending up as a hostel, but at least she'd knew for what kind of job she signed up for. He on the other hand just thought he found himself a nice girlfriend, with a slightly strange relative.

"Where to now?" Lizz asked up front, starting the engine.

"To good old drug town, but first I think it might be wise to cash-in. My friends don't like to waist there time, we better have some dough in hands."

"Sounds alright."

.-.-.

They drove into a town he might have called 'home' weren't it he knew better then that. This wasn't his town, this was just a place that looked like it. Same kind of people, same kind of houses. But not his people and not his home.

He hadn't slept last night, plagued by worried blurs of what could happen to him, to her. To everyone around him. He didn't just dealt with a crazy person, he dealt with some sort of devil. An eyeless loco who could kill him.

'I don't want to die.' He thought and felt sick from lack of sleep and stress. His head hurt, as his eyes from crying. 'How can she coop with all of this?' Through his lashes he starred at the girl driving. She'd watched how her neighbour killed a man, she walked in without hesitating. And now she's sitting there, eyes on the road focused and clear. So confident, as nothing happened.

She peaked through the mirror and caught his gaze. She smiled while her eyes told him otherwise.

Quickly he looked away, knowing he was ready to burst out in tears. And then that loco son of a bitch would laugh and she would pity him and treat him like a toddler. No longer was he the 'boyfriend' and she the 'girlfriend.' Now he was hostage number two and she was kidnapper Junior. Not a very great relation to work on.

"Where getting followed." She suddenly noticed and glared at the car who drove behind them.

"Your sure?" The loco asked tens.

"Bastard is driving all around us ever since we came in this town." She stated.

"Should I shoot the fuck?"

She speeded a little bit up. "No, not yet. There to many other people around and I can't tell who's driving. It's that fancy glass you know, can't see through."

"Fuck." The loco stated.

"Don't get your gun out yet!" Lizz hissed. "Just keep cool! Where close to the bank if he just act like we haven't noticed they won't open fire, defiantly not with people around us."

"I'm not so sure about that, Lizz. It doesn't matter if it's CIA or Cartel if they want us dead they don't give a shit who they take down with us."

"Very comforting thought, but keep your gun in your paints. Where in a car. Right now were kinda safe. Inside the bank we can take cover."

"B-but there will be people in there." Julio got in between.

The loco shrugged. "So? Ya can't save them all."

Julio shuddered in disgust. "Lizz?!" She kept silent, what was an answer enough. Something snapped in him. He didn't want other people to die just because of them. He grabbed the door handle and slammed it open.

Lizz yelped and hit the accelerator, the car made a zigzag movement and nearly hit another car.

"Julio what the fuck are you doing?!" She screeched when she got the car back under control. "Close that door!"

"NO! I wanna get out! Stop the car!" He screamed back and unfastened his seatbelt. "I'll jump!"

In one quick motion she spun over the drivers seat and pressed a gun against his head. With her other hand she tried to keep in a straight line.

"No your not! Sands aim at him!"

"With pleasure." The loco said and drew out his own gun. Julio gulped and winched back into his seat. "Close the door kid we don't want something bad to-"

The loco didn't got the chance to finish his line a car from the other side couldn't swerve around the open door and crashed into it. But that force both cars spun over the road. He got slammed into Djessy, Sands lost his gun and got smack against the window. Lizz screamed and clutched around the wheel. Even her driving skills couldn't complaisance the next crash. His door had cast a pile up. Another car drove right into there bumper what made them all smack forward.

Feeling the headrest print into his forehead Julio peeked up. He could feel some blood run down from the left side of his head. Behind them he could hear absolute chaos, cars honk, new crashes and an enormous bang.

Lizz brushed away the glass of the side window with her sleeve. "Hands up who's not dead yet." Next to her the loco jolted up and kicked close the dashboard.

Lizz peeked over her chair, ignored him and starred at Djessy. "Your alive Doc?" She muttered something and blew her hair out of her face.

"Good." She coughed and moaned. "I think I'm ganna barf out some glass splinters."

"Your hurt?" The loco asked.

"Just scratches and a bump. I'll live." She looked behind to the mass of chaos. "Well Julio I think you made your point back there. No car casing us anymore."

.-.-.

It's been long since I work on this story. The thing is I want to do to many things and I don't know in what order I have to put them in. O well, we'll see. You never know with mister Chaos around.

X Nuky