Chasing Death

Summary: Out of millions of others, there were none like him. There was a fire in his eyes and despite his questionable intelligence, he was unique, he was Jeff.

Chapter 4

A beat up truck speed down the highway drifting through traffic as the white knuckled driver put his foot nearly to the floor on the gas pedal. His passenger was in a fitful slumber, whimpering and grimacing his blood stained face. The sun was on the horizon an he couldn't believe he had been driving all night, running all night.

Eyes drooping Matt looked for the mile marker for the next exit. He needed some sleep, even if it were just in the truck at least he could shut his eyes…he hoped.

Veering to the outside lanes he took the exit ramp and turned off into a rest stop. Parking in front of the restroom he turned the truck off an laid his head on the steering wheel.

"Where we at matty?"

Matt shot up, knocking his knuckles against the windshield. Cursing he turned to look into the sleep filled eyes of his brother as he nursed his injured hand. Jeff, for his part, looked sheepish as he apologized with his eyes.

"Close to Goldboro, maybe a few more hours. I just…needed sleep."

"Oh, we…we should get cleaned up." Jeff said looking at his stained shirt.

"Too many people to go out. Just roll up the window and wipe off with this." Matt said, reaching under his seat for the wet ones he kept in the truck for BBQ runs.

Jeff wiped his face absently as his mind wandered to the events of not even six hours ago. All he could remember seeing were the fear in the old cashiers eyes before their head exploded from their shoulders. Screaming of other patrons stun him out of his stupor and he remembered dragging Matt by the arm out the door an into the night. The crazed giant of a man shot after them into the night, but Jeff just kept running with Matt behind him.

He wondered about the others in the old truck stop. He knew a few of them; his high school gym teacher, a girl from his 3rd period art class and the man that managed the grocery store. Those were people he saw on a daily basis in there and they all could be dead. Shuddering he didn't notice when Matt wrapped his arm around him until he felt his own hot tears running down his cheeks onto his brothers shoulder.

"Every things gonna be fine Jeffro. The cops are gonna get that man but until we know you're staying with me." Matt promised.

"But how can I stay with you? You're gonna be in boot camp!"

"The base has assistant living for family members, at worst you would be at a homeless shelter down the road. Jeff, that man knew what we looked like! You can't go home, what if he found out where we lived an tried to kill you and pops?"

"Oh, god, daddy Matt, we forgot about Dad!" Jeff panicked.

Matt sighed, "I'll go call home an leave a message and he'll call the base. Everything is going to be fine!"

Jeff nodded an watched as Matt hopped out the truck. Things would be fine he just needed to trust Matt. Matty never let him down before, Matt just knew these things.

"Everything will be alright, alright, alright." Jeff said in a demented little chant to himself.

II

"Its come to the attention of CSLBA that there's been a triple homicide in the small town of Cameron, some 70 miles from Greensboro North Carolina. Police officials are not releasing much information at this time due to the time frame of this crime but officials are saying they believe this is the work of an escape convict from the state prison…."

END4:TBC

Apologies for not updating, my work has gotten the best of me and every time I find myself with a minute to myself I get called to do stuff for everyone else. Anyway, thank you my reviewers/readers.