moment.
Cristos slid his bag from his back, placing it in the spot he’d expected me to occupy, and then motioned for Arsenio to do the same with his.
“No funny business,” he remarked as he opened the driver’s side door and motioned for me to climb into the back of the two door car.
I didn’t even dignify him with a response.
Sliding into the back of a car that isn’t really meant for more than two people while wearing handcuffs proved to be slightly difficult, my frame trying to fit into the space without slipping and falling on my face. Finally, I managed to arrange myself across the seat, my back against the side of the car behind the passenger seat and legs stretching across the bench, feet resting behind the driver’s side.
As soon as I was in, Cristos climbed into the driver’s side, Arsenio sliding into his spot across from him.
“Where did you get this car?” I asked as the engine roared to life.
“We have vehicles stationed around hot spots. Since Moscow has been a big contention site, we put this one further away, where it was less likely to be damaged,” Arsenio answered, buckling his seat belt.
“No more talking,” Cristos added, doing the same.
Quietly, Arsenio passed me a blanket that had apparently been on the floor in front of him. A shrug was all the answer he gave to Cristos’s glare.
Thankfully, I wrapped the warm cloth around my body, instantly feeling like I could go right to sleep.
As we pulled onto the road, the car accelerating to its top speed in seconds, Cristos turned on some loud music, further enforcing his no talking rule.
The miles flew by, towns coming and going as we headed to our destination. The further from Moscow we got, the poorer the towns became, until finally there was nothing but us and the road. Soon, we would cross the border into whatever country they’d decided to travel through.
Eventually, with nothing to say and only my own tired mind for company, I slipped off into sleep, snuggled in my warm blanket.
The glass above me cracked, pieces of it falling on me, startling me awake as the car suddenly shot forward, wheels swerving all over the road.
Cristos swore loudly, anger clouding his features as he managed to gain control of the vehicle once more, slamming the gas pedal into the floor.
“What’s happening?” I asked in a panic, looking out the now broken rear window, the wind howling through the opening.
No one answered me. It might have been that they couldn’t hear me, or that they were concentrating on something else.
Arsenio tore his seatbelt off, moving to climb in the back with me, waving his arm in an attempt to tell me to get out of the way.
I looked to where he was pointing and noticed a button. It unlatched the seat and opened into the trunk.
They needed their weapons?
Dazed from being woken up and thrown around in the seat, I turned to look out the window again, in what felt like slow motion.
That was when I saw it.
It was a beast, with massive golden, feathered wings. It looked like a bird human hybrid, its body feathered and animal feet sporting massive talons. Its face looked like that of an old woman, wrinkled and smiling in glee as it flapped down towards me, feet stretched out in preparation to snatch something.
Too late, I realized the thing she was snatching was me . In desperation, I tried to climb out of reach, up into the front of the car, but I was too late.
With the wind howling in my ears, Arsenio grabbing for my still cuffed hands, talons wrapped around my waist, pulling me through the broken glass and away from the car.
A scream tore from me as I flailed around, trying desperately to free myself from the beast’s clutches.
“Give it up, sweetie,” it cackled. “You’re not getting away this time.”
Frantic, I looked back down at the road, catching sight of the car. It was being attacked by three more of the beasts. Their strategy was effectively keeping Cristos or Arsenio from coming to my
Cristos slid his bag from his back, placing it in the spot he’d expected me to occupy, and then motioned for Arsenio to do the same with his.
“No funny business,” he remarked as he opened the driver’s side door and motioned for me to climb into the back of the two door car.
I didn’t even dignify him with a response.
Sliding into the back of a car that isn’t really meant for more than two people while wearing handcuffs proved to be slightly difficult, my frame trying to fit into the space without slipping and falling on my face. Finally, I managed to arrange myself across the seat, my back against the side of the car behind the passenger seat and legs stretching across the bench, feet resting behind the driver’s side.
As soon as I was in, Cristos climbed into the driver’s side, Arsenio sliding into his spot across from him.
“Where did you get this car?” I asked as the engine roared to life.
“We have vehicles stationed around hot spots. Since Moscow has been a big contention site, we put this one further away, where it was less likely to be damaged,” Arsenio answered, buckling his seat belt.
“No more talking,” Cristos added, doing the same.
Quietly, Arsenio passed me a blanket that had apparently been on the floor in front of him. A shrug was all the answer he gave to Cristos’s glare.
Thankfully, I wrapped the warm cloth around my body, instantly feeling like I could go right to sleep.
As we pulled onto the road, the car accelerating to its top speed in seconds, Cristos turned on some loud music, further enforcing his no talking rule.
The miles flew by, towns coming and going as we headed to our destination. The further from Moscow we got, the poorer the towns became, until finally there was nothing but us and the road. Soon, we would cross the border into whatever country they’d decided to travel through.
Eventually, with nothing to say and only my own tired mind for company, I slipped off into sleep, snuggled in my warm blanket.
The glass above me cracked, pieces of it falling on me, startling me awake as the car suddenly shot forward, wheels swerving all over the road.
Cristos swore loudly, anger clouding his features as he managed to gain control of the vehicle once more, slamming the gas pedal into the floor.
“What’s happening?” I asked in a panic, looking out the now broken rear window, the wind howling through the opening.
No one answered me. It might have been that they couldn’t hear me, or that they were concentrating on something else.
Arsenio tore his seatbelt off, moving to climb in the back with me, waving his arm in an attempt to tell me to get out of the way.
I looked to where he was pointing and noticed a button. It unlatched the seat and opened into the trunk.
They needed their weapons?
Dazed from being woken up and thrown around in the seat, I turned to look out the window again, in what felt like slow motion.
That was when I saw it.
It was a beast, with massive golden, feathered wings. It looked like a bird human hybrid, its body feathered and animal feet sporting massive talons. Its face looked like that of an old woman, wrinkled and smiling in glee as it flapped down towards me, feet stretched out in preparation to snatch something.
Too late, I realized the thing she was snatching was me . In desperation, I tried to climb out of reach, up into the front of the car, but I was too late.
With the wind howling in my ears, Arsenio grabbing for my still cuffed hands, talons wrapped around my waist, pulling me through the broken glass and away from the car.
A scream tore from me as I flailed around, trying desperately to free myself from the beast’s clutches.
“Give it up, sweetie,” it cackled. “You’re not getting away this time.”
Frantic, I looked back down at the road, catching sight of the car. It was being attacked by three more of the beasts. Their strategy was effectively keeping Cristos or Arsenio from coming to my
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