Chapter 7. Refueling

Sarah put her head against the cold stele of the car window and tried to digest everything she had learned in the last few hours. Eva, her mother, whom she thought had died many years ago, was now sitting next to her in the driver's seat. She was trying to put together in her head a picture of what happened on the night she was born. What Eva told her was mostly similar to Abbott's story. Sarah had listened attentively and was now trying to understand her mother, who had risen so suddenly. Sarah was torn by mixed feelings. On the one hand, she knew that it was true, there could be no deception, Eva gave her a picture of how Sarah was born. But despite that, she didn't feel any feelings for her, no instincts. As a child, she dreamed of meeting her parents, thinking: "what will she tell them?". She imagined how she would throw herself on her mother's neck, how she would hug her, how she would snuggle, how she would nuzzle her cheek and cry softly, how she would tell her that she loved her. "Loves her?". She couldn't get the question out of her head. Now she herself does not know the answer to it. Their meeting at the hospital bore little resemblance to the long-awaited reunion of mother and child.

She didn't know what Eve was feeling right now. It didn't open up to her completely. Maybe this is right, Sarah was also in no hurry to show feelings, which were almost nonexistent anyway.

Now they're fleeing to Pennsylvania. Eva told about a small abandoned settlement near the nuclear power plant. Many years ago there was an accident there and now this zone is not inhabited. No one goes there, it's like everyone has forgotten about her. Eva managed to live there earlier for some time. Outside the window flashed the lights of the night highway, patches of forest, fields, cottages, a small gas station appeared ahead.

"*Eva*": "Let's stop here. I want coffee. Do you want to take something?" - her voice sounded in Sarah's head, pulling her out of her thoughts. At her suggestion, she only waved her head in the negative. The last thing she wanted to do right now was talk to anyone.

Dean woke up with the feeling that they had stopped. It was raining outside the window, when he saw a gas station outside the window, he decided to go out to stretch his legs. After making a circle around the parking lot, he went inside. The young salesman raised his head and greeted the visitor. After hearing the return greeting, he continued reading the book. Dean's gaze at the very end fell on the refrigerator with beer, he had not drunk anything like this for a long time. And the price was tempting. Taking out a bottle, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that a jeep drove up to the gas station, from which two hefty guys got out and walked briskly to the store. One of them seemed to have a gun. "Damn it, that's all I needed." Dean decided to pay off quickly and get out of here. Trouble is the last thing they need right now. He had already reached the cash register when he heard the door creak open and two pairs of quick steps behind him.

The salesman threw up his hands and shouted: - Don't shoot, please. I have a wife and a child.

Dean squeezed his eyes shut when he felt the cold steel of the barrel on the back of his head.

- Are you a guy? Won't you beg for mercy? – there was a nasty cackle of two robbers who were unlucky enough to wander here this very night.

Dean took a deep breath to calm down a bit and not say anything insulting to these bandits.

- Hey, you. Here's the bag. Get your fucking money out and put it in there. Now!

The terrified salesman began to open the cash register with trembling hands.

- And just try to press the button! I'll blow your fucking brains out!

- You too, let's not stand still! Get on your knees and empty your pockets. a strong push between the shoulder blades forced him to obey.

- yes. Yes, now. Dean obediently began to kneel down. Two hapless robbers did not immediately see how a woman in a yellow dress came out of the toilet room and, as if not noticing what was happening, went to the coffee maker and pressed the lever with a glass.

- Dean, don't stay too long, please.

Dean looked at Eve with bulging eyes. The bad guys also came out of their stupor, and one of them abruptly approached Eve and pointed a gun at her. – Hey, whore, are you completely fucked up? Raise your hands and get on your knees, your mother, otherwise I'll sew your head on! Eve didn't even move. She continued to calmly make coffee for herself, opening a bag of sugar and pouring it into a glass, she turned to face the one who threatened her and looked at him.

- Did you say something? - Eve's face was all innocence. - could you please step back... I need to pay for my coffee.

After saying that, she pointed her finger in the direction of the cash register.

Dean's mouth dropped open in surprise. He didn't understand what she was doing now. Eve was now showing an extreme degree of indifference in his eyes.

The guy lowered the barrel and started laughing loudly.

- Did you hear that? She wants to pay for the coffee. - and now both guys burst into loud laughter.

- I... said something... funny? – Eva continued to stare uncomprehendingly at the now non-stop laughing guys.

Abruptly stopping his fun, the one standing next to her pointed the gun at her face again.

- Yes, it was fun, bitch, and now it's alive! On the floor! he pressed the muzzle to her forehead.

Eve gave him a scornful look and sipped her coffee as if nothing had happened. – I see that as a child you were not taught how to treat ladies?

The bandit made a face and angrily shouted in her face – Yes, you know, bitch. They taught me something!

The roar of the shot made Dean close his eyes for a second. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Eva was calmly wiping the blood from her forehead with her hand, the wound on which had healed in a split second. She carefully examined her hands, the spilled cup of coffee and the splashes on her dress.

- Now it's my turn. Her pupils suddenly became reptilian, the skin on her face began to change its structure. Throwing out her hand, she made a huge hole in the shooter's chest.

The second, seeing this, immediately dropped the gun and rushed to the exit. But I didn't have time. The door opened and Sarah appeared on the threshold. Her eyes were burning, and her claws were stretched to their maximum length. You should have seen how this guy saw that she fell on his ass and started crawling back. Dean stood up and watched with interest.

- P-p-p-please... n-n-don't kill m-me - he began to stutter with fear, squeezing out these words.

Eva came over, grabbed him by the hoodie and pulled him to his feet. – Hey, what's wrong with your voice? You were so formidable, weren't you? She brought her face close to his.

- I... I... I didn't want. I just need the money. Do you understand? I promise I won't tell anyone about you.

Please let me go. his voice became pathetic, and tears flowed from his eyes.

Dean couldn't help but smile as he looked at this dude's legs. There was a puddle of water on the floor from his pants.

Eve smelled the smell and threw her pale, trembling body on the tiled floor in disgust.

- And what are you afraid of? What, my hole punch turned out to be bigger than your holed friend's, - Eva's assumed innocence was replaced by audacity and confidence.

The bandit curled up and literally burst into tears on the floor.

Dean came closer. Eve stood over him, clearly wondering what to do with him next.

- Eve, I think - Dean hesitated, - I think he's not a threat. Already.

Eve looked at him, her pupils narrowing even more.

- Do you feel sorry for him, Dean? How much? He lost all his coolness just because he met someone who is cooler than him. If I were a simple man, do you know what they would do to us?

Dean looked away – Yes, I understand you. But maybe you won't kill him after all.

- Humanity, pity. Dean, you were on your knees when you could have been killed too. He wouldn't feel sorry for you, Dean. You'd be lying with a hole in your head behind the counter right now.

- Eve... Dean didn't know what to say to that.

At this time, Sarah returned to her usual appearance and walked back to the car, realizing that her help would not be needed here.

- Think over my words at your leisure. – She turned to the bandit – And you, you half-finished bandit, get out of here. I'm counting to three. Once…

Jumping up from the floor, he immediately rushed to the exit. Their car abruptly turned around and sped off into the distance.

Eve went to the coffee maker and made herself another serving. Going to the cash register, she put the money on the counter.

- Don't, ma'am. On the house. The pale salesman looked at her as if she were a ghost.

- Oh, thank you, – smiling at him, she calmly walked to the car.

Hah! How do you like it? Yes, it was cool! You know, I had a similar scene in my head long before I decided to write this fanfiction. I was wondering if I should insert it here. But I couldn't resist. I hope you will appreciate it. I am waiting for your comments!