Institutionalized Part 7

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 We run across the road of asphalt and to the parking lot, though Heero doesn't.  He has to drag that damn woman by the hair to get her to move.  So, here we are.  I spot a car I like.  It's a nice black sports car with black leather interior.  Perfect for the God of Death.  It's not even locked when I pull on the handle.  Lucky me.  The door pops right open and I crawl inside and stick my head down under the steering wheel.  Time for me to get to work.

 "You boys won't get away with this,"  the doctor tries to yell at me.  She only comes off sounding scratchy-voiced and scared shitless.

 I peer up to glare at her, when I see that behind us, the doors inside are filled with people.  Doctors, nurses, security, even patients, have come out to watch our little escape.  I feel great.  I love getting attention, and this is probably the most I've ever gotten.  No one's ever escaped from here before?  Well, here's five people who have, so screw you!  We're on our way out, and we're never coming back!

 A gun shot sounds and everything goes silent.  I stop twisting wires around wires and look through the passenger door window.  There's a large man weilding a pistol and pointing it straight at us.  Apparently, he just shot in the air to get our attention.  He can't have mine! I ignore him and continue to try and start the car.  Is it the red to the green?  The blue to the red?  Damn my memory to hell.  The wires are exposed and I click two of them together to see what happens.  No dice.  The car doesn't start.  Maybe it was yellow to red?

 "Heero Yuy, let the doctor go and put your hands in the air!" the man shouts at us, well, Heero.  I take another look outside through the window, then I notice something I'd failed to notice before.  The large man weilding the gun is a police officer.  That's just great!  Just great.  Now we have police here to chase us.  That's all I need right now to add to the pressure already mounting on my shoulders.

 "I've called in back-up!  You won't get out of here!  If you give up now, you may not face criminal charges!!"  Who's he kidding?  We're practically commiting every crime in the book.  Attempted murder, kidnapping, auto theft, and then there's the little one... driving without a license.  Ouch.  That one will really destroy my driving record.  My insurance will be sky high.  I shrug to myself.  Oh well.  I wasn't planning on paying my insurance premiums anyway.

 "Go to hell!"  Wufei shouts back at the officer from beside Heero.  I stare as he jumps out in front and begins doing a little dance, shaking his ass in the guy's face and sticking his tongue out at him.  How childish.  I stick two wires together and Bingo!  The car makes a little starting noise.  Click, click, and there it goes.  The car has started.  Now we're in business!

 The man fires off the gun one more time and Wufei stops his victory dance.  He ducks behind Heero for protection.  Chicken.  "Everyone get in the car.  Heero, get rid of her!"  I yell.  Everyone but Heero complies.  He stands there for a moment, staring the officer down.  "Heero, now, dammit!  We don't have much time!"  He's not listening.  Just waiting.  Waiting for what?  The officer points the gun straight at Heero.  He looks pissed.  I can see the side of Heero's face as he smiles widely.  What the hell is he smiling about?

 Then I see it.  Heero's grasp begins to tighten on the needle still lodged in Doctor Sheryl Taylor's throat.  He squeezes, and air rushes into her neck.  A tight ball of air that travels up and up her neck.  Straight to her brain.  She begins to convulse and Heero's still holding her hair and laughing.  The doctor is still.  She goes limp against Heero and he lets go of her hair, droppig her to the ground.  She's dead.  Heero killed her.  The gun goes off again, and I'm afraid to look.  I hear Quatre scream from behind.  He's in the backseat, screaming like a mad man.  I can't look up.  I won't look up.

 My neck moves of its own accord and there it is, splattered all over the passenger door window:  Heero's blood.  Heero's been shot.  He's still standing, but he's been shot.  He opens the door and throws himself onto the seat and we speed off.  Blood's pouring out all over the place.  I can almost smell it.  The smell of life mingling with death.  This isn't happening.  Oh, but it is.  It is happening.  And my friend's been shot.  I crash through the locked gates and I hear the metal fence scratching against the car as it tumbles to the ground.  I drive 105 in a 55 zone for a few mintues before I pull over and slam on the brakes.

 "Wufei!  Take over driving.  Trowa, help me get Heero in the backseat."  They listen to me so well, as if I'm the only one who has any idea what to do.  Wufei hops into the driver's seat and honks the horn, laughing madly.  He's truly crazy.  He doesn't even care that Heero's been shot.  No time to worry about killing him for being an asshole now.  Trowa helps me lay Heero down across the backseat and he and Quatre sit together in the front seat.  I climb in and yell "Go!"  and we take off again.  I have a feeling Wufei's never driven a car before.  He's swerving down the road, trying to stay on his side, with little success.

 I'm on the floorboard now, asking where he's been shot.  He's not answering.  I lift up his bloodied green tank shirt to see the wound.  It's not as bad as it could have been.  The bullet hit him on the right side of his stomach.  It must not have went through, because the window was unharmed, so where is it?  Did it get lodged inside?  Did it fly in at an angle and jam itself into his spine?  All these things continue to race through my brain as I grab a dirty rag off the floor and push hard on the hole in his side.  He sucks in air at the action. I can ony imagine how a bullet plummeting into your stomach must feel.  I've never been shot.  I look at his face.  He's biting his lip and his eyes are closed.  There's tiny droplets of blood splattered on his face and I wipe them off with my hand.  They're still wet and the blood stains my hand red.  He opens his eyes at the gesture and watches my face as I still push on his wound.

 "Is it bad?"  he asks, trying to sit up.  I tell him to stay still and shake my head.  "It's not as bad as it could've been.  I think you'll live."  I give him a smile.  He seems to be pleased with this information and smiles back, weakly and small.  His eyes close again and his face goes limp.  Maybe he passed out from the pain.  I lean foward over him and place a light kiss on his lips.  They taste of blood.  Everything is blood right now.  He puts his hand over mine, which is still pushing on the dirty rag, and I know he wasn't passed out.  He knew.  He knew I kissed him, I don't want him to die.

 "We've got a problem here,"  Wufei says as he speeds up.  I hear the engine roaring back at him for pushing it so hard.  I look through the back window and see blue and red flashing lights.  How the hell did they catch up with us?  I kiss Heero quickly on the lips again and climb in between the front seats.  "Let me drive,"  I tell Wufei.  I slide in underneath him.  We're both small, but it's still no easy task.  Finally I get under him and put my foot on the gas.  He climbs over me and into the passenger seat.  Trowa and Quatre are in the backseat taking care of Heero.  Here we go.  Time for me to show these assholes just what I can do!  I jam the pedal into the floorboard and take off.  Ninety, Ninety-five, One hundred, One O five, One ten, One fifteen.  Good speed.  We're slowly losing them.  I roll down my window and jab my middle finger out at them before rolling it back up.

 There's a turn ahead.  A sharp turn.  The sign says 35, but there's no way I can slow down now.  I keep the speed a constant and fly around the turn, trying not to jerk the wheel too hard, but it doesn't help.  We still go off the road and into the bushes, but we're not stopping.  No way in hell.  I plummet through the greenery until I see ahead, under the dim glow of my headlights, another road.  We fly straight through and onto that other road.  I have no idea where we are, but I keep driving.  We're going back the way we came, but it's a different road, so we aren't really going back, are we?  No, of course not.  We'll get out of here.

 "Heero?"  I hear Quatre ask in the backseat.  I don't hear a response.  "Heero!?"  he yells.  Nothing.  "Heero, are you okay!?  What's wrong with him?"  I scream.  No answer from anyone.  I push hard on the brake pedal and the tires squeel to a stop.  I can smell burning rubber now.  No more blood.  That's a good thing.

 I throw open my door and push my seat forward to get a look in the back.  Heero's laying there, still and silent.  His eyes are open and he's looking straight at me.  Or is he?  It's like he's looking through me.  I'm not registering to him.  Nothing is.  The world has stopped spinning and he's been flung into outerspace to float for an eternity.  "Heero?"  I ask, pushing on his shoulder with my hand.  No response.

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