Running On Adrenaline Chapter 4

Heyy everyone! I'm so terribly sorry for not updating in such a long time! But that being said, I have good and bad news. Bad news is that I will be losing internet for a month, more or less due to the fact I'm moving. Sad I know! The good news is that during this hiatus as you may call it, I will be using the time to write some chapters for my stories. So when I come back, I should be updating two every other week like I've been trying to lol. I WILL have internet on my phone, but just not on my laptop where I write my stories. I hope you all don't hate me for making you all wait for so long. Before I begin my goodbyes, go and follow my Twitter & Instagram (KAD900)! I WILL FOLLOW BACK! Now, so I don't delay you any longer, here it is! The next chapter! I hope you all enjoy! Oh, and super duper important AN at the end of the chapter :) REVIEW!

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Kim's POV

I was swimming knee-deep in a situation I didn't know how to respond to.

I just watched my best friend get pummeled and knocked out, and now I have the psycho, drunken man approaching me as I struggled to get out of the other man's grip.

He was now less than ten feet away when I tried to think of a plan.

Now he was five feet away.

My mind was racing, trying to think of any way to get out of the situation.

Just as he came within an uncomfortable range of a few feet, I got an idea.

I pulled my leg back, hitting the man behind me in his "Happy Meal" spot as he let go of me.

After he let go of me, I swung my leg forwards, this time, kicking the perverted man smack center in the face.

As he groaned in pain, he collapsed to the floor, hand on his bleeding nose as he fell on his butt.

While people nearby began to laugh at his stupidity, I took the moment to go over to Jack.

After inspecting him for a few moments, I concluded that his heart was still beating and he was still breathing.

Both of which are good.

I then inspected him where he was hit, such as his head.

I saw some blood coming from the back of his head and knew he must have gotten scraped from the glass.

I quickly double-checked for the drunken man, making sure he was well away from me before I used all my remaining strength to life Jack up.

Holding him up with one of his arms slung around my shoulder and one of my arms around his side to support his weight, I made our way to the counter.

Just by giving the bartender a look, he knew something was wrong and motioned me to follow him behind the counter.

Because the counter was a curved semi-circle, I had to walk around before I officially could be behind the counter.

He led me to the door at the far end of the semi-circle that opened up to a room.

I gave him a slightly confused glance as he told me "Here, there's a first aid in the bathroom. Feel free to patch him up. From the looks of it, it doesn't look that bad but feel free to take your time."

Because I was speechless as to what had just happened within a few minute span, I just simply said "Thank you." as I gave him a half-hearted smile.

"I'm sorry for what happened. Today usually isn't the day that crazy customer comes in. When you're ready, I'll get you your money and you both should head home."

With a quick nod and a smile of appreciation, he shut the door, leaving just me and Jack in the room.

I quickly looked around and saw in the bathroom, a towel and the First-Aid Kit.

I first grabbed the towel before leading Jack back to the bed.

I carefully put him down, putting the towel under his head to make sure no blood got on the mattress.

Knowing he'd wake up when he was ready, I got to work.

Carefully, I moved Jack on his side so his back was facing the side of the bed which I was currently squatting at.

For a few minutes, I carefully moved his hair, looking for any signs of glass and or blood.

There weren't many pieces of glass, but I had to use a few paper towels and antiseptic to clean the small cuts.

In mere minutes I finished, laying him back down on his back and walked around to the other side of the bed.

Understanding that I had to wait until he woke up, whether or not we missed the train, I took a seat on the edge of the bed, dangling my right leg off the bed as I took a deep breath in hopes to calm myself.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

The bartender was now peeking his head through the crack in the door as the rest of his body remained outside.

"Hey, I just wanted to let you know the train will arrive in about fifteen minutes. I didn't know if you still wanted to, you know, get on or wait so…"

I immediately gave him a warm smile before I responded back.

"Yeah, I would like to try to. Thanks."

With a quick nod, he began his retreat out the door as he told me "I'll have your pay ready for you out here." before shutting the door.

I glanced over at Jack's weak and fragile figure one last time, exhaling before mumbling to myself "Let's get this over with."

Jack's POV

The last thing I remember was Kim and I in the bar, now, I'm waking up in a room of some sorts.

It was blurry, but as I moved my head from side to side in order to see my surroundings, I easily recognized Kim's blond hair beside me, her head planted firmly down in her palm.

To get her attention, I shifted in discomfort as I managed to mumble out her name.

My head was pounding and I felt as if I had a cinderblock resting on top of my forehead.

I saw Kim turn to face me and move closer to me for as she was already close by.

She leaned forwards slightly, allowing my face to meet hers' as I could tell she was inspecting me.

She put her hand on my forehead, moving away any of my hair in the way before putting the backside of her hand to it.

Slowly but surely, my vision then began to come back to me.

The previously blurred visions of mine had slowly faded, allowing me to see Kim at a much clearer vision.

Looks of worry and anxiety were shown on her face as she asked me "Are you ok?"

"I feel like my brain is going to hop out of my head." I truthfully answered as I put my hand to my head, hoping it would stop the repetitive and rhythmic pounding.

"Well it's not surprising. Do you remember anything that happened?"

"I remember you and me were at that bar… I think I was fighting with someone, I got hit hard with something... then it all kind of goes blank from there."

I heard her take an exhale, most likely in unease as she told me more of what happened.

"You were hit with a bottle. When you fell to the floor, they started kicking you-"

"What happened to you?" I asked, interrupting her.

"You were bleeding out-"

Once she began going on about me and not what happened to her, I cut her off again.

"Kim, what happened to you?" I asked sternly as I eyed her, waiting for her answer.

"You remember the drunken guy who cut me in the first place?"

I just simply nodded as I urged her to continue.

"He came after me. When I tried to get away from him, one of his men or something grabbed me from behind and put me in an arm lock."

"Then?"

"Then I kicked the guy behind me in his you-know-what spot and kicked the drunken man in the face. That's when I went to check if you were alright."

Though the situation was serious, I couldn't help but laugh at the fact that Kim basically just told me she kicked their butts.

She looked at me oddly as she then asked me "Are you seriously laughing at the fact you got hurt?"

I shook my head side to side as I controlled my laughing enough to tell her "No, I'm laughing at the image in my head of you beating the living life out of them."

Because I could tell she didn't have the heart to laugh with me, she stifled a laugh as she raised her eyebrows at me.

As she did so, a warm smile was sent to me as I smiled before getting a sharp pain in my side.

I cringed slightly as I watched Kim turn away, assumingly from my pain as the pain soon subsided.

I again couldn't help but chuckle slightly as I shook my head.

I then decided to observe the area more.

As I looked around, I saw we were in a small cabin-like room.

There were two benches with a table in between, a small door that lead out of the room, and another door beside it that most likely led to another room.

While my food currently sat on the table, Kim sat on the other side, sitting opposite of me.

As she must have noticed my intrigue for the room, she informed me "We're on the train. We just got on a bit ago."

Kim's POV

As I detected Jack's interest in the room as we observed his surroundings, I decided it was best to fill him in.

"We're on the train. We just got on a bit ago. You probably woke up from the jolt from when the train started moving."

"So, we got our own cabin?"

"Yeah, apparently people don't really use the train anymore and considering we're coming from a town with a population of 98 people, they just give the rooms to whoever actually does actually decide to buy a ticket." I said as a single corner of my lips tugged back in slight amusement.

He took a glance at his food before telling me something.

He opened his arms wide as he used his hands to motion me to come to him.

My first response to this was a wave of hesitation that swept over me.

Most likely catching this, Jack then motioned his hands again.

"Come on, you can't give me a hug? It's not like I have cooties." he joked.

It was then I caved in.

Ignoring half of my conscious, I quickly slid out of the seat, stood up, and then took a few steps towards Jack's bench.

I swiftly slid into the seat beside him as he wrapped his closest arm around me.

He firmly held me in my spot as he pulled me closer to his side.

We sat there for a few seconds, enjoying the moment before Jack let go.

He attempted to shift in his spot.

As he did so, he groaned in pain as he used his arms to lift himself up and push himself against the wall with his legs lying across the bench.

With him lying up against the wall, he now was able to sit up straight.

He motioned me to sit in front of him as I reluctantly obeyed.

I slid down the bench, sitting on one of my legs as I let the other hang off under the table.

He then grabbed both of my hands and pulled them before us as he looked me deep in the eyes.

His look seemed to send chills down my spine as he began to speak.

"Kim, I know you're stressed with everything that's going on recently. Nobody should ever go through what you are right now. That's why I want you to promise me something."

My silent response to continue on was easily noticed as he continued.

"I want you to promise me that no matter happens, you'll never give up."

I instantly was at a loss of words as I could only force out his name.

He immediately cut me off and added on "Kim, you're for sure the strongest person I've ever met and if there's anything you can do with ease, it's staying hopeful. I know who you are Kim and I know it's not always easy for most people. But on the other hand, you're not like most people and I know for a fact you can do it. Now please, do you promise me or not?"

After hearing him say those kind-hearted words, I could only smile as I told him "Does this answer your question?"

He sent me a puzzled look as he tilted his head similar to a puppy's just before he soon understood what I meant.

Without a clear warning, I leaned forwards, catching his lips with mine into a kiss.

I could tell at first Jack was understandably confused, but as his mind soon managed to comprehend what was going on, he too leaned into the kiss, deepening it by the second.

For that moment, I felt as if my mind was sane and my body, tranquil.

The world seemed to literally stop as I felt my hands sneak their way around his neck, as Jack's crept their way down to my waist.

Without a real conscious to control my thoughts and logical being, our body's got even closer as we both began to lean down in the direction behind me.

I only broke the kiss momentarily for when I had to move myself over to get room but just seconds later, he was on top of me.

When we both carefully shifted one last time, adjusting slightly before connecting out lips back together, I then realized the position I was in.

I was now on my back as Jack hovered above me.

Due to the human body's abilities and features, we soon were forced to separate for a brief moment as we caught our breaths.

As I looked up at Jack above me, I saw a smirk playing across his lips as I noticed a vein in one of his arms.

From that, I assume his arms were either tired or being strained.

Taking notice of the unusual mark, I whispered to him "Jack, your arms-" but was almost immediately cut off.

He shushed me before mumbling to me in a hushed voice "I don't care."

He then leaned in again he connected his lips to mine once again, shushing me instantaneously.

Jack's POV

I could hear a loud, blaring noise echo through the room as my eyes hot awake.

My body shot forwards instinctively, increasing my breathing rate for the moment as my mind began to race.

I cringed to some extent from the rushed action as I the first sight I saw was Kim sitting on the other bench.

I or we must have fallen back asleep.

At the sight of me, she instantly turned away, grabbing a plate from the bench beside her just before placing it before me.

I instantly shot her a confused look as she motioned to the plate once again, pushing it towards me slightly as she urged me to open the wrapped dish.

As I did so, she turned away a second time to grab something as I saw something that baffled me.

On my plate lied three pancakes.

Just like the other day, I was given pancakes though this time, I had a guest fruit on my plate as well.

There on my plate was a bright, red apple.

Obviously seeing my bewildered expression towards the plate of food, Kim turned back to me as she now had a banana in hand.

She asked me just before taking a bite of her fruit "Well, aren't you going to eat?"

Through my current state of disbelief, I turned to face her eye to eye as I asked "Why did you give me the apple? They're one of your favorites."

Her face then emitted a warm, gentle smile as she shrugged.

"Because I didn't want it…"

I chuckled slightly at her self-centered act, only for her to add on moments later "And also because you deserve it."

After returning the favor with a similar smile, I then asked her after taking a bite of the warm, sugary breakfast "So, you know much longer until we're in Seaford?"

She simply shrugged as I understood with ease.

Minutes later of eating the delightful meal, I wiped my mouth with the napkin as I informed Kim of my intentions.

Let me backtrack a bit.

As I was eating, I looked around the small cabin for a trash, but to my dismay I didn't find one.

"I'll be right back. I'm gonna go throw this away and get a drink."

With that, I slid out from my booth and stood up, making sure to notice Kim's nod of approval before leaving.

I slid open the door, checking both ways before stepping out into the hall.

Before me was a long hallway with rows of doors going down it on both sides.

The doors were lined up in rows of two, one on each side with us at the end.

On the right, the end of the cart which led to what I guessed was a kitchen in the next cart from what I saw through the tiny window on the doors.

After re-observing both directions, I guessed the direction of the nearest sitting area and traveled down to the left.

After politely passing by an elderly couple, I walked just a bit further to see the area of desire.

To the far left where the narrow hallway spread into a wider one, was a countertop with a waiter behind it.

He was currently wiping the counter down with a thin rag when he caught notice of me.

When he did, he gave me a welcomed smile as I sat down, returning the favor as I did so.

Once I took a seat at the one of the stools before the counter, he leaned over on the granite top as he asked me what I wanted.

Understanding what I wanted first as I placed my trash on the counter, he threw it away before looking back to me.

As he awaited my next order, I glanced inside the nearby menu for a few seconds to browse over the drinks they had available.

When I soon came to a decision on which soda to drink, I told him seconds later and he ran off to the further end of the bar to serve me a glass.

Since I really had nothing to do, I freely glanced around to see a familiar sight that made my stomach drop slightly.

The man I saw from earlier was sitting directly in a seat by the window.

Seeing me, he adjusted the collar of his shirt before putting up a newspaper to his face, hiding himself as I unintentionally felt perspiration building on the corners of my forehead.

After I wiped away the liquid from my face, I turned to the bartender who was coming my way, drink in hand.

The minute he set the drink down, I quickly picked it up, thanked him, then left for my room.

As I made my way about ¼ of the way down to our room, I heard the sound of footsteps following me.

Turning around, I saw the mysterious black-coated man I noticed moments ago was following close behind me.

I personally felt uncomfortable and the fact a creepy man I saw earlier is following me, speeding up as I did so, startled me greatly.

This was just no coincidence anymore.

This was real and this guy was really after either me and/or Kim.

I turned forwards for a moment, realizing I was halfway to the door.

As I turned back to face the mysterious man, I realized he was slowly gaining speed and was approaching me by the second.

Seeing this, I broke out into a jog, making sure to avoid the people passing through the hallway as I did so, dodging a chef who was walking by with an enormous plate of food and a woman with her three year old son just moments later.

Just then, as I realized there was no one else wandering down the hallway, I took off, sprinting down the hall.

I heard the pounding of footsteps behind me, going faster than before as I assumed my pursuer did the same to catch up.

The sound of another's breathing became louder and louder as I knew he was right on my tail.

Just a little bit further…

I was only two doors away when I was shoved, causing my shoulder to slam into a door.

To my dislike, the door happened to be unlocked and from my force, it actually opened.

Though it seemed in slow motion, it was actually fairly quick as I fell to the hard, wooden floor.

Kim's POV

After excusing himself from the room, he opened the door, looked both ways, then exited the room.

When the door shut, I unexpectedly let out a huff of air I seemed to be holding in.

Though I wasn't sure where it came from, I shook away the thought as I turned myself, positioning myself so my back leaned against the side of the train.

Because I could do this, it gave me a more comfortable spot to sit as I propped one leg over my other horizontally down the booth.

I mean, there was nowhere else to sleep.

In the room, there was a restaurant-like booth with a table in-between the two seats, a small chair, a tiny bathroom in one corner, and a tiny closet in the other.

Not much but considering we have privacy and a room for cheap, I felt pretty fortunate at the moment.

I leaned back, taking a deep, steady breath of air before opening my eyes.

I looked around and noticed a TV remote for the television hanging above the booth Jack was previously sitting in.

Taking advantage of the benefits from the room, I picked up the remote and began surfing through the channels available until I found something somewhat suitable for my taste.

I turned the volume up a to a level a bit louder than usual due to the loud noise of the train's engine and put the remote down on the table as I watched the screen intently.

I was watching TV episode when the show sadly ended and a news network appeared on the screen as it was the next hour.

A dolled up woman probably in her mid-thirties popped up on the screen and began announcing Seaford's breaking news stories.

"Breaking news! Earlier yesterday afternoon, there was an attacked the Seaford Medical Center."

Hearing that made my stomach drop in unease as I nervously eyed the TV in anxiety.

"Men who were described by a witness as "men in heavily armored suits with guns" assaulted the hospital. The police report confirmed the rumors of the attack was indeed a possible assassination due to the fact spectators who were on the scene told police officials the men went straight to a specific room, the room of a patient by the name of Kim Crawford, and shot multiple rounds of ammunition all over the room, then left out the back door just before the police could arrive on the scene."

Once the details of the event at the hospital were confirmed, I felt my stomach drop.

Not only does everyone now know what happened to me, but now I could validate Jack and I's thoughts about whether or not the event was really caused for the murder of me, or another person.

I was the one they were after…

They wanted to kill me.

I was then snapped out of my thoughts at what I thought sounded like a loud bang noise.

I looked around the room, searching for a possible source of the sound but after finding nothing, I turned back to the television as she continued on.

Later that afternoon, a car wreck not too far from the hospital was found. The police reports confirm that there were in fact two cars in the accident, one with minor exterior damage and bullet holes, while the other was found in disintegrated into several pieces. Officials suspect that a driver behind the other car most likely hit the other car, possibly several times before firing multiple rounds of ammunition. They also assume from the damage on the bumper and the tires that after the two vehicles drove into each other, the other car must have tipped the balance and caused the other car to launch forwards into the incoming train, causing the explosion of the demolished vehicle. We are unsure exactly of what specifically went down at the scene, but from the evidence given, police suspect they both stories are connected…"

At that point, I couldn't stand to watch any more.

I felt my eyes begin to unintentionally water up as I heard knock at the door.

A middle-aged man in a grey jumpsuit with a name tag stitched on was peeking through the window.

After motioning him to come inside, he peeked his head inside in notified me of his doing.

"Janitor, I'm here to clean up the room before we arrive in Seaford."

I then nodded, motioning to come all the way inside as I stuttered out "Uh, yeah. Go ahead." hoping he didn't sense my nervousness.

Why you may ask?

Well, he just so happened to be the same man eyeballing me at the hotel Jack and I went to.

He smiled at me, snapping me out of my thoughts against him as I returned the favor.

He swung open the door and came inside, shutting the door after pushing his cart inside.

Jack's POV

Knowing I would be dead meat if I just laid there, I put my arms backwards, palms down against the floor beside of my head as seconds later, I flipped myself up to my feet and into a fighting position.

By this time, the unknown man seemed to have shut the door behind him and was now standing boldly above me.

He was leaning back on the door with his arms folded over his chest as he observed me.

The thin ferret on his lip from his goatee wriggled when his mouth, which was once a blank face, turned into a smirk.

I shot him a confused look as he chuckled deeply to himself, stifling a laugh as I was unsure of what to do.

I lowered my arms down as I asked "Who are you?"

To my surprise, he responded, his deep, lower toned voice startling me as he said "Does it matter? I trapped you in a room with nobody aware of your predicament and that's the first question you ask?"

My mouth opened to speak, but closed moments later as I shrugged, knowing he was actually right.

It actually was pretty of stupid of me if you ask me.

"Ok then, why did you trap me in here?"

"That my idiotic friend is a secret."

Ok, now I was confused.

"Wait, then why did you divert me away from the other question?"

"Also a secret, but I'll tell you what. If you can get past me, I'll tell you, whether you're dead or alive." he said, his smirk returning as he unexpectedly threw a punch my way.

Because I wasn't expecting it, I ended up taking the blow across my face.

As I stumbled backwards from the powerful hit, he grabbed me by my shoulders and drove my back into the wall opposite of the door.

My back instantly made contact with the wall and I could instantly feel a stinging pain on my spine.

I then grabbed him and pulled him towards me, stepping to the side at the last minute.

As his momentum sent him flying forwards, I grabbed the shirt on his back and motivated his body's speed as his head crashed through the window of the side of the train.

The window instantly shattered and scattered around us as I pulled him out of the window and pulled him to a standing position.

While he was still weak, I picked him up slightly threw him into the wall, to my left only to kick him once again.

From the intensity of my kick, he slammed back into the wall and just as I saw him reach for something, assuming it was a weapon, I ran forwards, ramming him in the stomach with my shoulders as I drove him through the thin wall.

When his back collided with the opposite side of the wall of the next room, I let go and was about to fling him into the other wall when he over powered me.

Instead of him being thrown into the wall, I was thrown at an unstable chair, causing it to collapse under me almost instantly.

When I got back to my feet, I hit him in the shin.

He instantly crumpled down in pain while I decided to take advantage.

As he did this, I threw him into the nearby table, making it collapse beneath him.

As I noticed he was having slight troubles getting up, I took the moment to look through the window of the nearby door and through the window of Kim's door.

As I saw her sitting there in view of the window, I banged on the door, hoping she'd hear the disturbance and get some help.

Once the second hit was heard, I was forcefully turned around and I came face to face with the man I was fighting, only this time, he had a massive amount of blood on his face from the severe cuts on his head.

I tried reaching for the knob of the door, but when I turned it, it didn't budge.

I then felt the man's large hand grip my head from behind just before slamming my face into the round window of the door.

Instead of seeing an alerted Kim, another face was smirking at me through the window as I noticed a familiar cart in front of him.

My eyes widened in realization of three things, the first being that the pushcart in front of me was the janitor's cart I saw earlier.

The second was that he was dressed in a janitors uniform, but to make matter's worse, he looked greatly familiar to the man I was fighting behind me.

Because my face was smashed up against the window on my left side, I could only see him with my one eye as I felt my face smear like putty as it touched the cold material.

From what I could see, he looked both ways before picking up a towel located in the middle of a pile beside him on the cart.

He lifted it up to the window so I could see and unraveled the towel only to make my blood boil.

Inside was a semi-automatic pistol with a silencer attached at the end.

My mind seemed to go haywire as I easily became aware of his scheme.

My eyes dilated to the max as I threw my hands forwards, pounding on the door angrily as he re-wrapped the towel and placed it on the top of the pile.

Through the window, I could practically hear him laughing evilly as he knocked on Kim's door.

I tried with all my strength to cling onto the door long enough at least to warn her, but was kicked forwards into the door, causing me to hit my head on the thick window.

From the hard impact, I stumbled backwards as I felt a drip of blood flow down my forehead, most likely from when my head hit the rim of the window.

I clutched my head tightly, hoping to ease the pain to some extent, but had to let go moments later as my attacker turned in such a way, that I knew he was planning to throw a side kick my way.

I had no time to waste, Kim could only have seconds left to live if she didn't realize the danger she was about to face.

I just mentally prayed for her sake as I leaned back, dodging the kick as I counterattacked moments later with a spinning back kick.

The moment my foot came in contact with his skull, he crashed into the door of a nearby closet and collapsed to the floor.

I noticed he was very frail at the moment, so to insure he would stay put, I opened the door of the closet, and did the necessary.

I slammed the door shut twice as hard as I could, depositing him into a state of unconsciousness as I muttered out in exhaust "Night, night."

When my mind seemed to click moments later into the reality of things, I ran over and dismissing the idea to scavenge the body stretched out on the floor, I kicked the locked door, causing it to fling open as I burst through and into Kim's.

AN: From this chapter on, I will be responding to reviews I receive on all my stories on the next updated chapters for my stories! (All except my Kick- Kickin' It's Jack and Kim story since that one's finished.) :D