Protecting the Bad Boy

You\'re not doing it right!!!

For a while I thought that we were safe, for a moment, and that"s when I heard Rhydian curse under his breath.

"f**k!"

I turned my head behind me. A black Audi was driving like crazy behind us and it was for sure that it wanted to crash with us. These guys never give don"t they?

"Drive faster!" I shouted to Rhydian, as I tried to go the backseats.

"What the f**k are you trying to do?" He shouted at me.

I rolled my eyes at him. And then it hit me. Why he was acting so weird since the morning? The knife thing and then the all "to protect yourself" thing and then acting calm in this kind of situation. He was supposed to freak the f*****g out. Not to be so calm and drive like an expert. Ok he might have done this before, considering one of my thoughts that he might be in a gang or something, but this was too much. If we weren"t being chase from some maniacs, I would point my gun at him and force him to spill it out. That is the first thing I would do once he pulls over.

"Trying to stop them of course." I said and he stared at me blankly from the mirror.

I opened the window and placed the half of my body outside the car with my gun in my hand, ready to do the s**t and keep our asses safe.

"What the f**k are you doing?" Rhydian shouted.

"Shut the f**k up and just drive."

There are two safe ways to stop a car from chasing you. Of course not for the people around but just for you, but still... One way is to shoot at the driver. Once he is dead, the car is out of the control, and boom an accident happens with probably all the people in the car dead, but this s**t takes bullets, which in these cases are the most precious thing in the world.

And then it"s the second way. Shoot at the wheel. If you are good at aiming, with just two bullets or if you are lucky enough it takes only one bullet to take the car out of control. I have tried this once or twice. It had worked. So I was going to do the same again.

As I aimed at the wheel of the car that was chasing us, someone poked his head out of the window and pointed his gun at me and started to shoot at me.

"No f*****g way asshole. My idea." I whispered, as I"m forced to go back in the car to protect myself from those f*****g bullets. Not my day, today, huh?

"You are not doing it right." Rhydian shouted again. Okay now I"m officially pissed off.

"Shut the f**k up! Watch and learn!" I shouted back, as I placed myself out of the car once again.

There was no time to think and do s**t. I just aimed the wheel and shot. But the asshole here in the same car with me, took a sharp turn and I almost flew out of the window. I went back in the car again.

"You d**k-face. You almost killed me there."

"Do you want me to stop the car and let them take us?" He shouted at me angry.

"Shut up, smart-ass." I glared at him.

I saw outside the window again as the shots never stopped coming towards us. I was about to take the position ready to fire when I see that we were in some kind of neighborhood with children playing around.

"Why the hell did you drive in here? Do you want innocent people to get killed?" I shouted at him now really, really angry.

"I had to. It was this or the traffic which screamed death for us. Now shut up and do what you have to do." He said.

I couldn"t just make a whole car collapse in the middle of a neighborhood and cause all of those deaths. Mr. Andrew would probably hang me from my toes if I did that, plus I would be responsible for all of those deaths and I"m not even ready to kill someone who is really asking for it, let alone all of those innocent deaths killing me inside.

"Just drive to the highway. As fast as you can. I can"t stand anymore of those assholes shooting at us with me not being able to do anything."

I leaned forward between Rhydian and the other seat and opened my backpack to take the ammo out in any case. I put them in my pockets, and wherever else I could. I have no idea where all of this thing is leading us to. I took the knifes as well, and placed them in the little belt I had in my leg to keep the gun and other weapons. I am a CIA agent I have to remind you. I have done this a hundred times. No one knows what will happen. Maybe I have to fight with these guys.

I have to be ready for everything. Turned out that it was a good idea to take all of those knifes and ammo with me today. Imagine if I was in all of this situation with just a gun and a few bullets. It would be like Mission Impossible in reality. And believe me. Never trust the action movies with the guy having only a gun and doing all s**t and killing everyone. It"s all bullshit.

"What the f**k?" Rhydian"s eyes widened at the knifes and the ammo and everything else I had in my backpack.

"What where you expecting me to have in there? Books?" I smirked at him. I bet he feels like an i***t by giving me that little knife to protect myself. As I said I had more knifes with me than a kitchen would have. But still I appreciated his thought. It was kind of him, so the present stands, but that"s until he pulls over and spill everything that would probably make me kill him and shove the knife up his ass.

Soon we were driving on the highway and I couldn"t help but smile at that. Finally being able to do this s**t. The f*****g assholes were pissing me off too much.

I placed myself outside the window and aimed at the wheel. I shot once, but it didn"t get it, but the asphalt. I cursed under my breath. I aimed again, but a bullet flew towards my face, missing it for a bit.

"You f*****g asshole!" I shouted and shot toward the jerk. The bullet coughed him in the arm making him drop the gun in the middle of the road. "Ha! In your face, d**k-face!"

Okay I know that wasn"t mature from me at all, but hey! I almost died there people. I can"t let that happen in the middle of a mission.

I aimed the wheel again and shot towards it. One second later, the bullet hit the wheel. The driver couldn"t control the car anymore, which was going crazy or such a thing and after a few sick tries from the driver to control it, it collapsed. He was driving too fast to take that car under control.

I got in the car again smiling to myself as Rhydian"s mouth had formed an O shape with amusement in his eyes and he looked like he saw a miracle happening in the middle of the day.

"Close the mouth and drive fast to some kind of safe place." I ordered him. He glared at me for that, but just nodded and drove faster.

Me on the other hand went again in the seat next to Rhydian"s and made myself comfortable there. My hand went to the cut in my face. It burnt a little from the sweat that had formed from all of that action and adrenaline.

"You"re bleeding." Rhydian"s voice sounded worried.

I looked at the hand, with which I touched the cut. But there was nothing. The blood had dried on my face making me comfortable, but there was nothing to worry about. It wasn"t such a big deal as he was making it out to be.

"It"s just a small cut." I rolled my eyes at him.

"I don"t mean the cut on your face." He said in a "duh" tone. "Your side is bleeding."

I looked down in my side. The hoodie had covered in blood and it looked pretty bad. Fortunately, I wasn"t feeling it, probably from the adrenaline that was rushing in my veins and heating my body, but soon enough it would hurt like a b***h.

I raised the edge of the hoodie above the wound to see it. I noticed Rhydian"s eyes land in my bare side, before focusing in the road. The wound didn"t look that bad though. It was just bleeding and the bullet just had stretched my side. Well that"s such a relief.

"Do you have alcohol or something in here?" I asked him, not hoping too much, but he nodded.

"Under the seat." He said pointing at the place. I nodded without saying anything and bend over to get the bottle of... vodka? I stared at the bottle for a couple of minutes and then glared at Rhydian.

"Where the f**k did you find this s**t?" I asked him, not really believing he had this with him. He couldn"t have bought this by himself. No one with brain in their skulls would sell this to him. He was under the age to buy it.

"I bought it." He simply answered. My eyes widened at his words, but then figured it out he must had have a fake ID. Not such a big surprise in fact, but still...

I just shrugged and started to pour the vodka on the wound, hoping it would work on doing some s**t in this whole mess. I never had tried to sterilize a wound with vodka. It"s kind of funny actually.

It burnt like hell, but I had to stand it. So I bit my lower lip to stop letting out a small scream, which faded desperately inside my throat. I have had this kind of problem all of the times, and it hurts a lot. "I didn"t miss you at all", I talked mentally with the wound, which was one of the craziest things I have done in my life. And believe me... I have done many crazy things. Like for example provoking a crazy German maniac with a bullet going near his face, which drove him crazy and he kind of threw himself onto me to stab me with a sword. Yeah! A FREAKING SWORD!!! In those moments I saw my so f****d up life run in front of my eyes. I realized I suck as a person, and doctors would put in question of my way of judgment, and call me crazy when they see my dead body with a sword in my head moving playfully there like a freaking trampoline.

Yeah! So add the "talking to the wound" thing to the long list.

I looked around to see if I could use something to wash away the blood. My eyes caught something. It was a big black bag under the backseat. I opened it, thinking it had some gym clothes or something. My eyes widened at the sniper rifle standing there like an innocent thing who was ready to turn into a monster as soon as anyone touched it.

I couldn"t help but admire it a little, since let"s face it... I"m an agent who works with weapons, and I have a thing for them. Especially powerful weapons.

But I panicked as well. Why the f**k does Rhydian have a f*****g amazing sniper rifle in his car which was screaming my name to take it in my hands?

I zipped the bag up and decided to act like nothing happened at all, as my hand went to the gun I had put in my belt ready to use it very soon. I sat back in the seat, feeling a sharp pain in my side, and that"s when I remembered what I was doing a minute ago.

Since I didn"t found any cloth, decided in ripping apart the white tank top I was wearing. I used it to clean the blood. I needed some badges but, I think I will survive "til Rhydian pulls over, spills everything out, and then get a first aid kit in my hand.

As I was thinking about this, the car started to slow down and parked in front of a motel. My hand tightened around the gun in my belt as my jaw clenched. He can be dangerous. Everyone with a sniper rifle in his car is dangerous.

Rhydian got out of the car and closed the door of it. I did the same as well, taking the gun out of my belt and hiding it behind my back. Rhydian turned around to face with me, with a weird look in his face, but I felt anger rush in my veins as I pointed the gun in his face.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU???" I shouted to him. He sighed with sadness as he raised his hands in front of his face like trying to calm me down.

"Calm down." He said and that just made me angrier.

"Answer the question Rhydian or I will shove the f*****g sniper rifle you have in your car up to your ass after I put a bullet in your f*****g dick." I threatened him. His eyes widened as I mentioned the sniper rifle.

"Put the gun down." He was talking to me like I was crazy. Well jerk, I am crazy right now, so better start talking.

"Answer me!!!"

"Calm the f*****g down, and put down the gun Dylan."

My whole body froze and my mind couldn"t process anything for a few seconds.

Did he... just called me... Dylan?