AshlynnThis will be the last post of this story for a while. I leave for vacation in a few days and I am planning a little something for you guys. ;)

The sun sneaked over the flat horizon at around 8. It penetrated the thin fabric of the tent and into my eyes. I rolled out of my sleeping bag, careful not to wake Ashlynn, who slept peacefully on the other side of the tent. My laid my bare feet on top of the dew and grass. There was rain last night and the field was shrouded in mist.

Beautiful. It was like a beautiful dream. Something I had not had in weeks. My mind was tired from all the messages in my sleep and we had a long day of driving aimlessly west. I went ahead and started pouring myself a plastic bowl of cereal. As I ate, I watched the sun rise further into the pale sky. Soon enough, Ashlynn woke up. She ate, we packep up and left our cosy campsite.

In the car. I told Ashlynn about my dream and the prophecy. I somehow managed to memorize it word for word.

"God damn thats freaky. What the hell is this Unspoken One?" She commented.

"I don't know. I don't want to know. But I need to." I continued driving. We were both tired, hungry and cold. The truck could only warm us up so much.

"We need to find somewhere for a pit stop. Anywhere would do." Ashlynn said. She took out a map, looking for somewhere to rest.

"There is a village an hour ahead. Lets head there."

We got there, as she predicted within the hour. It was not much of a village though. There were several farmhouses, a few townhouses, a grocery, and a bar. The bar was surrounded by motorcycles and was blaring ACDC music. We decided to take the risk and go into the bar for a drink and a bathroom break.

We entered to see around 12 Hulk Hogan like characters yelling around and drinking. One of them was hitting on the annoyed waitress and it was an all round unpleasant atmosphere. We walked up the bar and ordered two cokes. The smell of cigarettes was thick and the bikers, who seemed to be the only other customers, were yelling and shoving around. As we waited for the drinks, I told Ashlynn, "I'm going to the bathroom. be right back." I walked off to the bathroom, did my buisness in the smelly urinal, and started washing my hands when I noticed that the condom machine had been bashed open and the little packages littered the floor. If these bikers were regular customers, I would guess they cost a lot of damage to the town over time. The bathroom reeked of piss and the toilet door was broken off of its hinges.

I walked out and there the hype of the bikers was alot higher now. They were circled around something. I could have been a fight. I slid my way through to see a big, blond man with a mullet and mustache pushing around Ashlynn, they were all laughing including the man. Ashlynn was figting back. I realized that the man was trying to rape her. He reached for her again, she slapped him. He laughed and shook it off.

"Mmmm Fiesty." He reached for her again. I looked at the bartender and the waitress. They stood behind the bar in fear. we exchanged stares. They did not have the power to kick these guys out.

But maybe I did.

What I did seemed stupid. One sixteen year old vs 12 fully grown bikers? Yes I did.

I moved in and pulled the man away from Ashlynn, who was pinned to the ground.

"LEAVE HER ALONE." The bar went silent. The waitress in the back looked away, and the bartender stood in shock. The blond man who was attacking Ashlynn was bigger when he was facing you. He was completely ripped and wore a sleeveless denim jacket and leather pants. He looked down at me.

"What did'ya say kid?" Hell, he was terrifying. I wanted to run away, but that would leave Ashlynn alone to be molested and raped. No I was standing my ground.

"You heard me. Leave my friend alone." I looked at her. She had a black eye and was clutching her shoulder. It looked out of place. I shouldn't have left her alone in the bar.

"Are ya dumb kid? Theres twelve of us and one of you. I'll give you one more chance to get your little ass outta here before I pound ya."

It was a convincing offer, but I remembered that I had my super strength. it would be difficult, but I could take them on.

"No you listen to me. Leave this poor town alone and my friend. Then I won't have to hurt any of you."

They all burst out laughing. "Ain't you heard of me punk?" The blond man said. "I'm Steel Sam. The head of the McSweeney gang. Lets get him boys."

Two men started coming at me. big as Steel Sam, but not the blond hair. The first one threw a punch. I grabbed his wrist, span him around me and launched him into the other, sending them back into the next table. These guys were tough. They were down, but not out. The other bikers were stunned. Staring at me.

"What are you waiting for?" Yelled Sam. "GET HIM!"Six of them came at me at once. This was going to get fun. The first one came at me. He aimed for my gut, I pulled him forward and elbowed him in the back of the head, making him hit the ground with a thump. Next were two more. I jumped into the air and landed on the shoulders of one of them. Pulling his hair, I yanked him into the other. Their heads collided with a bang. I jumped off to kick another one in the head, then lock my legs around his head and slammed him to the ground. One more attacked me from behind and charged me into a table. He prepared to punch me into oblivion when I grabbed for the wooden chair and slammed it into his side. I stood up ready for another go with six groaning bikers at me feet.

"Is that it?" I asked panting. The bartender was biting his teeth and the waitress was shielding her eyes. The two bikers I first took were limping and the other three were booking it out of the bar. It was just me and Steel Sam. And the crawling bodies of his followers. I couldn't see Ashlynn.

"You think you're all that kid? They call me steel Sam for a a reason. He pulled off his leather gloves to reveal an artificial hand, made of steel. He punched me quickly. I couldn't block it. It felt like his steel fist was ripping through me. He went for it again, this time I blocked it and kicked him in the waist with all my strength. He shot back a few feet. He came at me again. I was clutching my abdomen where he punched me. I was vulnerable. He took out a switchblade, poised to kill. It knew this was the the end, but before he reached me, a beer bottle crashed into his head. It sent him crashing to the ground with small shards of glass in his noggin. Behind him, was Ashlynn, still limping and hurt, but with a broken bottle in her hand.

"Thanks." I panted.

"You alright?" She asked.

"I'm fine. You?"

She didn't say, she just dropped the bottle and started clutching her left arm. She screamed in pain and agony. I jumped up to help her. I inspected her shoulder. it was dislocated. My attention turned to behind me.

"Thank you." Said the bartender, finally coming out from behind the bar. "Those bikers have terrorized this town for years. I'll call the cops right away. You, my good man, are very brave."

"Don't sweat it. Where is the nearest hospital?" I asked.

"Its several hours North. You wouldn't get there till nightfall though."

"Is there anywhere West?"

The man thought. His eyes brightened. "There is a larger town. There is a police department there. Maybe they can help you."

Before he could say more, I was carrying Ashlynn to the truck. Her cries of pain could be heard across the whole town.

I drove nonstop to the next town. We surpassed some cops going the other way. Obviously for the gang member we took out. We arrived at the town but the police were all out on duty.

"Please, just make the pain stop." Ashlynn cried. I realized there was no other option. I had to pop her shoulder back in for her. I was qualified in first aid. I knew how to do it, but I was nervous.

"I'll have to pop it back in for you. Let's get somewhere quiet." I went to the only motel in the town. I left her in the car to buy a room, then I helped her up the stairs. The room was the last one to the right. She sat down on the side of the bed, still clutching her dislocated shoulder. I gently placed myself beside her, handing her a stressball.

"This is going to hurt a lot, but once it is over, there won't be any more pain." She nodded, clenching her teeth and squeezing the stressball. Ready to embrace the worst imaginable pain.

"I'll do it on three. One, two, three."

I pulled the arm down then pushed it up and back into position.

Click

"ARRGGHH"

Ashlynn's screams of pain were unimaginable. It illustrated the worst imaginable pain ever. When the screaming ended, she collapsed onto me, breathing heavily.

"It's alright. It's over now." I wrapped my arm around her, doing my best to comfort her.

"You saved me back there. Thank you." was all she muttered. I held her for as long as i needed to. She eventually parted to rest. As I stood up from the bed I realized something. Ashlynn and I made a pretty good team. How and why made no sense. We were a team now. We had each other's back. Upon that thought, I asked myself a question.

"Why did the prophecy say nothing about her? I wouldn't have gotten far without Ashlynn."

It boils down to the fact that if something looks stetchy, don't go there. XD. Anyways, have a nice time, I will continue the story when I return from my vacation.

Question: Have you ever broken a bone or dislocated something? I broke my wrist once. It SUCKED.