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Chapter 9
"That's your plan," she was laughing very hard now.
"Well, no but, see it wasn't supposed to be this one-" I began babbling.
A metallic clang followed immediately by a scream of pain came from the kitchen. The woman on top of me turned her head towards the kitchen. I heard a small gasp. I took advantage of the distraction and put my knee in to her solar plexus. As she recoiled from my blow I saw a frying pan whack her in the side of the head. Natalie was standing over me now holding the pan with a smug smile on her face. The pan still had the flakey yellow stuff from when you make eggs coating the Teflon.
"Well, let's get going, yeah?" She held out her hand. I took it and stood.
"Frying pan, eh? A little generic but it'll do."
"I think it worked a fair sight better than that," she said motioning with her chin to the butter knife I still held in my hand. I put it back in my jacket and blushed a little.
"I've got a fire escape in my bed room, come on," she pointed with the pan down the hall.
I quickly found my keys and put them in the jacket pocket. I followed Natalie's lead down to the bedroom.
We began climbing down the fire escape. Suddenly, a shot rang out and sparks flew from the railing next to me. I didn't see where the bullet went but the shot came from below us. I saw a man pointing a gun at us.
I could tell Natalie wanted to scream but she kept quiet as she flinched from the second shot. He was lining up a third one.
"Just keep climbing. He's not going to kill us," I said as calmly as I could at the same time realizing he might just kill her since she's going to be considered dead weight by these bastards. "I'll deal with him once we get down there."
Natalie went down as fast as she could.
She used the frying pan to shield her head as she went. She kicked down the ladder at the bottom and went down as quickly and carefully as she could. I slid down the ladder right after her. We ran over to some dumpsters as the guy laughed and took pot shots at us.
"Come on out, boy or I'll come back there and put a bullet in your little girlfriend's skull," he seemed amused by the prospect. He was probably planning to kill her if I came out or not. Anyways it's not like I'm giving myself up. I pulled the knife with the actual blade out of my pocket and palmed the handle with the blade going against my left arm and slipped the blade into the sleeve of my jacket. Not the best way to hold a blade but I had to do something to at least disable this guy. He kept his gun on me as I walked slowly towards him.
"Ok, now get over here."
He reached out for me with one hand while keeping his gun trained alternately between me and the dumpster Natalie was hiding behind. I walked towards his hand. He was shivering. Not with fear but some kind of anticipation.
"Oh I'll be getting that money when I turn you in, girly," he was practically slobbering at the thought of his good fortune.
"Yeah, if they don't kill you," I said.
"What're you talking about?"
"I mean these people have no restraint. At least as far as I've seen," my voice took on a haughty, authoritative tone. Inheritance from my family one could say. As I spoke I pulled the blade out of my sleeve and got ready to throw it if I needed to. "What do you think is easier for them? Killing you or warping your mind? Or giving you a lot of money?"
The man with the gun considered this for a few moments. Then with renewed purpose he aimed at me again.
"I'll take my chances," he said confidently.
"Well, I guess I will too," I said.
I quickly side stepped his aim and tossed the knife in my hand at the same moment. The knife cut his cheek which distracted him enough for me to move in close and disarm him. His arm was still extended out. Breaking it at the elbow was no problem. He dropped the gun and I turned to kick it away and used my elbow at the same time to break his nose.
"Natalie! Let's go," I shouted. I hit our assailant in his stomach which finally made him fall over and we ran for the streets. I did stop for the knife before we left.
There was no taxi or any kind of ride in sight so we ran south. Both of us were in pretty good shape. No one seemed to be following us but we were unable to track down any kind of ride. Even as we got to the area around Rockefeller Square, no taxis or even rickshaw drivers. There were still tons of people and cars. We slowed our pace down, when I noticed there weren't any buses either.
"Hey Natalie," I said.
"Yeah?"
"Have you noticed anything strange?"
"You mean besides a group of crazy people breaking into our apartment building to terrorize us? Not really. Why do you ask?"
"Have you ever seen a time when there weren't any buses in Manhattan?"
She thought for a second and looked around. "I guess during a snow storm but I see your point."
Suddenly a car pulled up to us. The driver was the woman who approached me in Times Square the previous day. "Both of you get in now," she exclaimed.
"No way," I backed away.
"Now we are in no position to not accept help when it is offered," chided Natalie.
"You don't understand," I noticed a higher pitch in my voice as I spoke. "She's one of them!" I pointed at her. Rude I know but I had to make my point.
"Ah, I see your reasoning. I guess we are in a position where we need to decline an offer of help," Natalie nodded. "Thanks anyways but we'll walk," she said to the woman in the car. Damn what was her name again?
"You aren't going to make it on your own. Please just take this chance. I really can help you if you let me."
She was right. If we didn't trust someone we weren't going to make it. We're basically running around in the dark here. My gut told me she was ok, but my brain still didn't trust her. Screw it; I'll go with my gut. Though that did get me in trouble at the diner…
"Ok. I'll trust you," I heard myself say.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Didn't you just say 'she's one of them,'" asked a clearly exasperated Natalie. "Bad idea, dude! Very bad idea! Think for a second."
"We're screwed either way. We can go with her and she might turn us in. In which case we won't be shot at anymore which I view as a plus or she might actually help us. Me. Whatever."
Natalie opened a door on the car and began to get in the back. "Fine, but if we die it's on you."
"That's fair," I said climbing into the front passenger seat.
"That's your plan," she was laughing very hard now.
"Well, no but, see it wasn't supposed to be this one-" I began babbling.
A metallic clang followed immediately by a scream of pain came from the kitchen. The woman on top of me turned her head towards the kitchen. I heard a small gasp. I took advantage of the distraction and put my knee in to her solar plexus. As she recoiled from my blow I saw a frying pan whack her in the side of the head. Natalie was standing over me now holding the pan with a smug smile on her face. The pan still had the flakey yellow stuff from when you make eggs coating the Teflon.
"Well, let's get going, yeah?" She held out her hand. I took it and stood.
"Frying pan, eh? A little generic but it'll do."
"I think it worked a fair sight better than that," she said motioning with her chin to the butter knife I still held in my hand. I put it back in my jacket and blushed a little.
"I've got a fire escape in my bed room, come on," she pointed with the pan down the hall.
I quickly found my keys and put them in the jacket pocket. I followed Natalie's lead down to the bedroom.
We began climbing down the fire escape. Suddenly, a shot rang out and sparks flew from the railing next to me. I didn't see where the bullet went but the shot came from below us. I saw a man pointing a gun at us.
I could tell Natalie wanted to scream but she kept quiet as she flinched from the second shot. He was lining up a third one.
"Just keep climbing. He's not going to kill us," I said as calmly as I could at the same time realizing he might just kill her since she's going to be considered dead weight by these bastards. "I'll deal with him once we get down there."
Natalie went down as fast as she could.
She used the frying pan to shield her head as she went. She kicked down the ladder at the bottom and went down as quickly and carefully as she could. I slid down the ladder right after her. We ran over to some dumpsters as the guy laughed and took pot shots at us.
"Come on out, boy or I'll come back there and put a bullet in your little girlfriend's skull," he seemed amused by the prospect. He was probably planning to kill her if I came out or not. Anyways it's not like I'm giving myself up. I pulled the knife with the actual blade out of my pocket and palmed the handle with the blade going against my left arm and slipped the blade into the sleeve of my jacket. Not the best way to hold a blade but I had to do something to at least disable this guy. He kept his gun on me as I walked slowly towards him.
"Ok, now get over here."
He reached out for me with one hand while keeping his gun trained alternately between me and the dumpster Natalie was hiding behind. I walked towards his hand. He was shivering. Not with fear but some kind of anticipation.
"Oh I'll be getting that money when I turn you in, girly," he was practically slobbering at the thought of his good fortune.
"Yeah, if they don't kill you," I said.
"What're you talking about?"
"I mean these people have no restraint. At least as far as I've seen," my voice took on a haughty, authoritative tone. Inheritance from my family one could say. As I spoke I pulled the blade out of my sleeve and got ready to throw it if I needed to. "What do you think is easier for them? Killing you or warping your mind? Or giving you a lot of money?"
The man with the gun considered this for a few moments. Then with renewed purpose he aimed at me again.
"I'll take my chances," he said confidently.
"Well, I guess I will too," I said.
I quickly side stepped his aim and tossed the knife in my hand at the same moment. The knife cut his cheek which distracted him enough for me to move in close and disarm him. His arm was still extended out. Breaking it at the elbow was no problem. He dropped the gun and I turned to kick it away and used my elbow at the same time to break his nose.
"Natalie! Let's go," I shouted. I hit our assailant in his stomach which finally made him fall over and we ran for the streets. I did stop for the knife before we left.
There was no taxi or any kind of ride in sight so we ran south. Both of us were in pretty good shape. No one seemed to be following us but we were unable to track down any kind of ride. Even as we got to the area around Rockefeller Square, no taxis or even rickshaw drivers. There were still tons of people and cars. We slowed our pace down, when I noticed there weren't any buses either.
"Hey Natalie," I said.
"Yeah?"
"Have you noticed anything strange?"
"You mean besides a group of crazy people breaking into our apartment building to terrorize us? Not really. Why do you ask?"
"Have you ever seen a time when there weren't any buses in Manhattan?"
She thought for a second and looked around. "I guess during a snow storm but I see your point."
Suddenly a car pulled up to us. The driver was the woman who approached me in Times Square the previous day. "Both of you get in now," she exclaimed.
"No way," I backed away.
"Now we are in no position to not accept help when it is offered," chided Natalie.
"You don't understand," I noticed a higher pitch in my voice as I spoke. "She's one of them!" I pointed at her. Rude I know but I had to make my point.
"Ah, I see your reasoning. I guess we are in a position where we need to decline an offer of help," Natalie nodded. "Thanks anyways but we'll walk," she said to the woman in the car. Damn what was her name again?
"You aren't going to make it on your own. Please just take this chance. I really can help you if you let me."
She was right. If we didn't trust someone we weren't going to make it. We're basically running around in the dark here. My gut told me she was ok, but my brain still didn't trust her. Screw it; I'll go with my gut. Though that did get me in trouble at the diner…
"Ok. I'll trust you," I heard myself say.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Didn't you just say 'she's one of them,'" asked a clearly exasperated Natalie. "Bad idea, dude! Very bad idea! Think for a second."
"We're screwed either way. We can go with her and she might turn us in. In which case we won't be shot at anymore which I view as a plus or she might actually help us. Me. Whatever."
Natalie opened a door on the car and began to get in the back. "Fine, but if we die it's on you."
"That's fair," I said climbing into the front passenger seat.
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