As Jackie, Noah, Carly and Johnny walked into the LS Hunterz clubhouse, they heard pain filled screams coming from the basement.
"What the hell is she doing, trying to kill him?" Noah asks.
"Sounds like it." Carly says, trying to balance herself as best as she could with her braced ankle. It hadn't even been a day and Carly was already out of the hospital. Johnny's left arm was locked around Carly's back to keep her from falling.
"She's just trying to break him, get some info out of him." Clint says from the top of the stairs before walking down. "If you're going down there, I'll send this with you, don't drop it." He say, handing Jackie a small jar.
"Adrenaline?" Carly asks.
"Yeah, need to keep him go for as long as we can." Clint says.
Carly sat down at a table as Jackie walked downstairs, setting the jar down carefully on a table.
"How's Carly?" Ashley asks.
"Braced ankle, new pin and doped up on painkillers. Poor thing's half asleep up there." Jackie says.
"Well this one is doped up on adrenaline, ain't you buddy?" Ashley says looking at the UC. "Feel like talking yet?" She asks, slapping his left cheek.
The UC yelled in gibberish, Ashley laughing slightly.
"The fuck is wrong with this fool?!" Jackie asks.
"I've pulled a few of his teeth out." Ashley says, pointing to the floor where three teeth laid.
"That's borderline sadism." Jackie says, Ashley silently agreeing with her.
Upstairs, Carly was struggling to stay awake, Noah lightly shaking her.
"You should be resting, kid." Noah says.
"I ain't had a restful night's sleep in a long time." Carly says, as Ashley and Jackie walked back out from the basement. "How's the UC holding up?" She asks.
"Well he ain't fucking talking and it's starting to really piss me off." Ashley says.
"Have you tried that shock thing that we stole from an old asylum a while back?" Tommy asks.
"No, not yet. Thinking that I might have to use it." Ashley says.
Tommy began to make some espresso coffee, Carly smiling.
"Thank fuck, you have the good stuff." Carly says.
"Nothing but the best for Tomboy." Ashley says.
"And what did Clint give her in the hospital?" Tommy asks, Carly softly singing Long Long Way To Go by Phil Collins.
"I didn't ask when I went to see them but Carly was already asking to get out of there." Ashley says before heading downstairs to see Jackie hitting the cop with the tire iron, Jackie having hit him so hard that she knocked all of his teeth out.
"Jackie! Jackie, stop!" Ashley says frantically, pulling Jackie away from the cop.
Meanwhile...
"Hey, tiny?" Tommy says, Carly looking at him. "Pumpkin Spice creamer good?" He asks, Carly nodding.
Carly leaned back against the chair, Noah now noticing the scars she had… one through her right eyebrow, the second an inch from her hairline and smaller surgical ones on her right collarbone.
"Every scar has a story behind it…" Noah says, Carly nodding.
"These past few years had not been kind to me… the scar through my eyebrow is the start of the damage…" Carly says.
13 year old Carly cringed at the ringing that made her ears feel like someone was stabbing knives through them and judging from the blood trickling down the right side of her face, it was either the broken glass, Carly's head having hit the dashboard or both that caused the injury.
"Dad…" Carly says after feeling Michael's hand on her shoulder, Carly handing him her switchblade and Michael cutting Carly's seat belt, freeing her from it because it was starting to bruise her right side.
"Hang on, kiddo." Michael says, kicking the passenger door open and helping Carly out before getting out himself, the two looking around and seeing destroyed cars, some slightly damaged and others completely wrecked as drivers honked their horns and shouted obscenities at each other.
"Talk about madness, huh?" Carly says, trying to block out the pain but Michael knew that she was hurting badly. Knowing the Obey Tailgater was undriveable, Michael guided Carly to a slightly damaged Albany Emperor, snatched the driver out and put Carly in the passenger seat, getting in the driver's side and drove off, leaving a pissed off Stretch behind.
"Hey, you fucking asshole! Get back here and give me back my car!" Stretch yelled despite Michael and Carly being gone.
The E.R was crowded but Clint was able to find a room for Carly and find out the extent of Carly's injuries, which included 7 fractured ribs on her right side, having to put 10 stitches in the wound in her eyebrow, multiple bruises on her right side from the seat belt and bruises on the frontal lobe of her brain.
Of course, barely seven days after the accident, Carly was back at the hospital… and caught in the crossfire of a gunfight. Carly elbowed the guy who was using her as a human shield and both struggled for control of the Combat Pistol.
Carly jumped back as the gunshot echoed and blood sprayed across her face and clothes, the gangbanger falling to the floor, dead… she was standing there in shock, she had killed him…
But if she didn't kill him, he was going to kill her…
"That… I remember hearing about that multi car pileup. You had no control over the damage it would inflict to you." Noah says.
"If I had just stayed home the day of the shooting…" Carly says after finishing her coffee.
"You had no way of knowing that would happen… and as far as killing him, it was in self defense… he didn't give you any choice, Carly." Noah says, lightly rubbing Carly's right arm as she looked up at him, Noah not sure how to describe Carly's unusual eyes… it wasn't often that he saw blue and violet mixed together, it was rare to see violet in anyone's eyes.
Downstairs, Ashley and Jackie were trying to get the undercover cop to talk but he wasn't talking… his eyes were closed, his head slumped to the right and he was burned, bloody and bruised.
"Did… did I kill him?!" Jackie asks, the blood soaked tire iron in her hands.
Ashley reached over, checking the cop's neck for a pulse...