This was it…
I stood next to the car, watching it. Maybe I was scared of it igniting without it starting. I had rigged the transmission so the moment it started, it'd ignite the gas tank.
Is it going to work?
Without a second look, I darted back into the house and up the stairs; 'to check on Fox,' I assured myself. I was only advancing the lie. Each resounding thud of my pawsteps on the stairs beat my already ringing head.
Like clockwork; considering it was 4 P.M, I could hear Fox cry out from his crib.
My turn.
As I reached the top, I was slightly disturbed when he had stopped. Vixy was cradling him in her arms. Nononononononononononononono……..
FUCK!!!
I stood at the top of the stairs, glaring at her as I realized the plan had just gone in the gutter; just like that, it was done.
James' voice was at the back of my head when he called out to Vixy from their bedroom, "I'm gonna go to the store and get something for Dinner tonight, kay?"
…
He shot out the door, leaving me spinning as colors shot across my vision. I teetered on the top, starting to sink backwards. My hand shot forwards, looking for anything; anything, to grasp for support.
My hand fell into the hand of another.
Oh.
I went down faster and harder as me and James took turns hitting the stairs with full force. Each connection darkened my vision a little bit; until it had nearly reached black.
My arms had wrapped around James, for security… I think.
We had reached the bottom, James on bottom as he slid away from the stairs, a pained groan erupting from his lungs.
"Are you okay!?" Vixy shouted down the stairs over the everlasting sound of Fox crying.
I groaned from atop James, squinting through heavy eyes; three contrasting images of him danced across my vision.
I heard heels tapping the stairs without even a second's worth of a pause between steps. Vixy didn't even say anything about our position, didn't criticize me for hugging him, simply saying, "I'll go to the store; you two rest here."
My heart skipped a beat as soon as she said that. I glanced up with lazy lidded eyes, seeing her flattening any unkempt hair. The keys dangled from her left hand, making an irritating sound with every stroke.
A lapse in judgment made me feel like… maybe this is wrong. My mouth opened, as the words started to form on my lips; but, she was gone as soon as, "Wait," escaped.
My head fell into James' shirt as I sobbed; heaving gasps escaping my lungs every time I tried to steady myself. He let out a small breath of air, a gasp, maybe a sigh, I don't know.
Within the next few seconds, his hands were massaging my back as he tried to soothe me, "It's okay Wol-"
Time stopped dead in its tracks as the door to the house shut.
The silence continued to hang in the air, ominous and foreign as the door to the car shut.
I was scared out of my mind. If this was traced back to me, it was done for; I'd have nothing. No James, no mission…
The front door opened again, "Forgot my purse," she called out. The purse she spoke of with a metallic silver clutch that never left her grasp.
"Wait!" I shouted as the door opened again.
It didn't shut in the next few seconds, finally getting a response, "It'll have to wait; Fox is out of juice."
The door shut, and I scrambled up and to the door. As soon as the knob was in my grasp I had gotten the door open. The car door shut as I darted down the porch steps and to the driveway.
Too late.
The ignition growled before a large burst of flame erupted from the car. The burst of it sent me flying backwards into one of the porch pillars, shattering it on contact as the porch roof groaned.
"Please don't fall," I pleaded as the gutter collapsed to the yard below, spilling leaves and what looked like two bouncy balls.
Black crept into my vision, James' voice far off, but still a scream, "VIXY!"
It had been followed mere moments later with a pained shout, "Wolf!"
Complete darkness.
Painful darkness.
My head hurt like fuck.
