DERANGED

Chapter 2

And just as I tried to put my options together, the wailing of a siren came into my hearing and when I looked back, there was a cop car racing over to us causing the men to ride faster, hitting the gas, the bikes went flying down the muddy road, trying to lose to cop once more, this time it was only one cop car but even with one, I had managed to find hope that they’d be able to catch these guys and save me but my hopes fell apart just as fast as they had came because now the man on the bike I was on was leaning and reaching over me with a gun in his hand, shooting towards the cop car, busting their tires, the car began to swerve, always crashing right into us, that was until the guy before me took his last shot and hit the cop, killing him instantly and now, I had witnessed another murder, making me feel nauseous as I watched how easy it was for these men to kill a cop, let alone a normal person.

Taking that as my warning, I let go of his waist, not holding on for dear life anymore, he was going to kill me anyways so I had no business rushing to my death, taking a deep breath, I tried to jump off the bike but instead, the guy grabbed my thigh and held me down, causing him to lose control of his bike and before I knew it, he was swerving around until the bike launched and knocked both of us off and as we fell, I couldn’t breathe while my body scraped across the rough ground but what caught my attention wasn’t the fact that I was about to possibly die, but it was the fact that the guy who had fell off the bike with me was reaching for my arm, grabbing me, he pulled me into him and took most of the impact of the crash, his body protecting mine as he smacked into a tree and I smacked into him.

Completely stunned, I couldn’t even get my legs to stand so that I could bolt into a sprint, my life had just flashed before my eyes and I was saved by the same person who was holding me hostage and then it hit me, he was injured, hearing the painful groans escaping his throat, I turned and looked towards him, pulling the visor of his helmet up, I tried to give him some fresh air to breathe, although his ski mask was still covering his face, I didn’t want to pull that down, I knew that once I saw his face, there was no letting me go and so, I tried to help him without seeing his face.

“Ok, breathe.”

I repeated the same word he had said to me to calm me down and now it was my turn to calm him down but as I looked into his dark eyes, I noticed that he was more concerned about me than he was about himself as he groaned out an “are you hurt?”

But I didn’t have time to answer him, I had to see what was wrong with him and when I looked down at his body, I noticed a tree branch that had went straight through him and was now sticking out of his abdomen, it had even pierced through his clothes and I had no choice but to pull myself together. They may be killers, but I wasn’t and I wasn’t going to let this guy die on me.

When the other men finally came by, the injured guy told them to go back to their safe place and told them to not stop and wait around so that if they were caught, it would be only one of them and not all of them but the other guys were refusing to leave him here and so they had fallen into a little disagreement which was so unnecessary considering the fact that this guy was literally bleeding out to death.

“Can you guys just shut up!”

I yelled over their voices and surprisingly they all went quiet and looked over to me,

“We need to cut the branch from the tree so that we can keep it inside him to get him out of here. If we pull the branch out of him, it’ll cause him to bleed out even more, this branch is the only thing that’s keeping him alive right now so please just stop arguing and help me break this branch.”

Once they helped me break the branch, one of the guys took me on his bike with him while another one carried the injured one to his bike, almost like time had completely raced around me, I didn’t realise how we got to their base so quickly. Though it looked more like a holiday home. Right in the middle of no where near the mountains, deep within the snowy jungle, there was this awfully large completely glass based building that looked too beautiful to belong to a bunch of bank robbers and killers but I didn’t question it, I didn’t have time to, I rushed inside as the men carried the injured guy inside and set him down on a sofa.

“Ok do you guys have first aid kit? Do you have antiseptics? Needles? A thread?”

I asked and before I could finish my sentence they had brought me everything that I needed, clearly they were clueless on what to do with the guys injury and so they stood around me, watching me like a hawk as I lifted up the guys shirt and examined his wound and the branch.

Thankfully the branch had went through a part of his abdomen that wouldn’t cause any serious harm but he still needed a doctor because I was afraid, this was worse than I had thought and truthfully, I had no experience in these things, the only reason I knew the things I knew is because I had done a lot of research in my spare time for emergencies like this.

“He needs a doctor, you need to take him to a hospital.”

Groaning out a ‘no’ the injured guy was not having any of it. He knew if he went to the hospital he would be instantly caught by the police so he was willing to risk me possibly accidentally killing him than getting caught.

“Just do what you can, hurry it up.”

One of the men yelled out, causing me to flinch and so, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and grabbed the antiseptic spray.

“All of this is going to hurt.”

I said quietly but the guy before me seemed like he was losing consciousness and I knew I had no time to waste so I sprayed over his wound before telling the others to lay him on his side on the floor because I needed to be able to reach over his back so that I could clean it and pull the branch out.

Once he was in position, I pulled his shirt further up and grabbed a hold of the branch and with everything that I had, I yanked the branch out of him while he groaned out in pain as one of the other men quickly took a towel and held it against the wound on his front, I began to clean the wound on his back while he bled out all over me. Getting the thread in the needle was the worst part of it all, I managed to stitch the open wound on his back but when I moved to his front and went to switch needles so that I wasn’t using the same one just in case, I just couldn’t get the read in the needle, with my hands shaking while I tried to keep myself composed, I just couldn’t seem to get it right, as if sensing my struggle, the injured man reached up his gloved hand and held it over mine as he faintly turned his head just enough for him to look at me, he seemed like he was completely losing consciousness now as he hoarsely told me to breathe again, he was the one that was basically dying and yet he was telling me to breathe.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and this time, I managed to get the thread in, stitching him up, I finished the wound on his abdomen and then sprayed some more antiseptic over his wounds before bandaging him up and when I looked at him, he had already passed out from the loss of blood.

“Does anyone know his blood type?”

And with everyone shaking their heads, I knew that this step, it was a dangerous one, it could either kill him or save him and so, asking them to bring me whatever medical things they had like an IV, they thankfully had it for moments like this, I decided that, I would transfer my blood to him. It was my fault he crashed the bike and I wasn’t willing to let him die on me, the only problem was, my blood… may have not matched his.

So all that I had left now as I began to do the process of transferring my blood to him was… faith.

Chapter 3

Asha

A day had passed by and I was sat here in this beautiful home with scary men, I couldn’t sleep, not just because I was afraid the masked me would pounce on me as soon my eyes closed but because I was also worried I had made the wrong decision and ended someone’s life by transferring my blood to him because ever since he passed out yesterday, he hasn’t woken up yet although he had a pulse, it was very faint and it terrified me that he could possibly die at any given point.

“You should get some sleep.”

One of the men said as he touched my shoulder, urging me to get up from the floor beside the wounded man but I couldn’t find it in me to move until this man opened his eyes and let me know that I didn’t kill him.

Shaking my head, I watched the guy slip down to the floor beside me, holding his masked face in his hand, although I couldn’t see beneath the mask, I could see the stress rushing through him as he let out a loud painful sigh.

“He’ll be ok.”

I said as I looked over to him, though I wasn’t sure if what I was telling him was true, I did know that we both needed to hear those words, even if they didn’t have much worth to them.

“How are you? Are you ok? You’ve got a lot of road rash and it seems that you’re also hurt.”

He pointed towards my ankle that was busted, bruised and swollen, I had tried to ignore the pain of my own body but I knew that he was right, I was also hurt but I was no where close to as damaged as the guy who I had crashed with.

“I’m fine.”

I lied as I looked over to the wounded guy who was still passed out, wondering if he would ever wake up again or if I had just permanently broken him.

“No you’re not.”

The guy next time said and I was tired of not knowing their names, so I asked, ignoring his former statement.

“What are your names? Would kind of help knowing the name of the people I’m stuck with.”

A chuckle escaped his throat and I was happy to know I was able to make him laugh during this difficult time, even though the reason I was here was because of them altogether.