Suzy’s Strange Saga
It’s not exactly the bravest thing to do, but then your own life is at risk and if there is a chance at getting out of this mess now then you’re going to take it.
You jump over the counter and rush towards the door; two of Trent’s friends try to intercept you until Trent demands that they help him and forget about you. His third friend however ignores him and continues after you.
You manage to make it half way out the door before pimple boy grabs your arm.
“You’re not going anywhere blondie, except on my dick!” pimple boy shouts and follows that up with a really creepy annoying giggle.
You pull away and get out of the store, but he’s a persistent bastard and manages to grab you around the waist from behind.
“Come on baby, I like an older woman like you!” he exclaims in his attempt to grope your breasts while dry humping you.
“Older woman like me? Motherfucker…” you exclaim and elbow the scrawny fucker in the face. It gets him off of you and then you spin around to give him a swift kick to the balls. Twice.
He falls to the ground crying and holding his crotch. He tries to mumble some curses at you, but it’s hard to do in between the tears. As much as you want to get out of here, you’re so pissed you kick him in his acne-ridden face for good measure, before running off. Just in time too, since you hear two gunshots coming from the store.
You turn the corner to the parking lot and rush to your car to open the door, then suddenly hear footsteps closing in quickly behind you.
“Gimme that car bitch! I gotta get the fuck outta here!” you hear a voice shout. You don’t even turn your head since you already can tell it’s the voice of one of the teenagers from the store.
You get in the car and start it up. You pull out and are already in the process of driving off until the same teenager gets in front of the car and throws a brick at your driver window
“SHIT!” you shout before the brick smashes through the window and hits you in the side of the head.
You lose complete control of the car and promptly crash into a nearby telephone pole. Thanks to shitty air bags not working properly you hit your already injured head against the driver’s wheel. Somehow you’re still conscious, but you’re incredibly dazed and woozy. You’re also not exactly feeling like moving too far, however your feelings are not in consideration here.
“Get outta the car bitch!” the teen who threw the brick exclaims and opens the door to get you out of it.
He starts to drag you out and despite your less than stellar state you still make an effort to fight. Eventually with some effort he drags you out and then you fell a kick to your ribs while on the street pavement.
Bleeding, bruised, and dizzy you attempt to get up, only to not quite make it. Just when it looks like the teen is going to land another kick to you, a shot rings out and the teen falls to the ground nearly on top of you.
“ARGH! SHIT! FUCK! I CAN’T FEEL MY LEGS! NO!” the teen screams.
You crawl away from the teen and through your blurry vision you see a figure coming towards you. It’s the stranger from the comic shop. The fact that he has a pistol in hand isn’t exactly encouraging despite the fact that he just shot your assailant.
“You alright? You okay?” he asks running over to you.
“Yeah, I just…I need some…help up…” you remark.
Using him and the car as leverage you manage to get back on your feet. The teen is still screaming at you and the strange from his prone position.
“Can you stand on your own?” the stranger asks.
“Yeah, I think…” you reply.
“Okay then.” The stranger says and then kicks the teen in the face a couple times shutting him up.
“Last thing we need is that dickhead bringing the attention of the cops that are a few blocks up.”
“I dunno, the gunshots might have already done that or maybe they don’t give a shit just like everyone else in this town…fuck…” you say holding the side of your head.
“You might be right, but we need to get out of the area I think, it doesn’t look like your car is going too far, my car is still in the parking lot. I can take you to get that head injury looked at.”
Between everything that’s happened, you’re not exactly thinking straight or at all except about the pain you’re in.
“Yeah. Yeah. Whatever, let’s go.” You remark feeling wobbly.
“Okay, I’ll help you along the way. My name is Jack by the way.” The stranger says.
“Suzy.” You say.
Jack helps you back to the parking lot as quick as you’re able to move. You don’t see any signs of the cops coming, though you’re hearing other gunshots in the distance so maybe bigger things are happening elsewhere.
Eventually you get back to the lot and approach a small blue car.
“Okay, let me open the door and you can just lay in the backseat.”
“Sure…” you say and lean against the car, while he opens up the driver’s door and then unlocks the door to the backseat.
“Hey…where were you? You…you kill those guys?” you ask.
“Hiding within a small back niche where all the old comics were, in the hope of ambushing one of them. I might have done so, had your boss not riled them up enough to rush him. I came out and you were already gone. I smashed the fat one in the back of the head with a metal comic character statue. After he went down I tried to help the owner. He got shot before I could grab the gun from the tall one and then it was reflex response that I shot him.” Jack replies.
Jack opens the back door for you and you get in and lay down while Jack closes the door and then gets in the driver’s seat.
“That one I know is dead since I shot him right in the head. I was sort of in shock for a moment since I’ve never killed another person before. The other teen had already run by the time I snapped out of it. I came out and I saw what was going on with you and I just reacted again. I dunno if I killed the others. I mean maybe I just knocked the fat one out and the other one when I kicked him in the face. Although I guess I paralyzed him for sure.” Jack says.
Jack pulls out of the parking lot and your lids are starting to get heavy.
“You kill pimple boy? I left that asshole in a heap outside the shop.” You ask.
“Um, no. I didn’t see him when I came out. Guess he ran off?” Jack answers.
“Wish I’d killed him. Little fucker…ah, shit…”
“Hey, I’ll help like I said so just hang in there okay?”
“Yeah…okay…” you start to say.
Within the next five minutes all you hear is Jack swearing and making exclamations of how everyone is driving like an asshole or acting crazy. You can feel the car swerving back and forth when you guess that Jack must be avoiding various things on the wrong.
At some point as you’re drifting in and out of consciousness. You hear Jack swear some more about how he can’t get to the hospital because the entire area is barricaded and part of the hospital is even on fire.
“Fuck! Suzy! You still with me?!” he asks.
“Huh? Yeah…” you answer groggily.
“I can’t take you to the hospital, but I can still get you help. You trust me?”
“Well I’m not really in any condition to not trust you I suppose.”
“I’m not a serial killer or anything I swear.” Jack says.
You start chuckling at that proclamation. For one thing his name is Jack, which is a bit on the nose for a serial killer. For another if this guy actually did turn out to be one; it pretty much would be in line of your run of luck lately. Hell, if you’re REALLY lucky, he’ll probably be your next boyfriend because you’re certainly fucked up enough to fall for someone like that.
“Bet you say that to all the girls.” You say while still chuckling.
“Is there any way I can convince you? I mean…if you don’t trust me, I understand. I suppose I could try to take you home if you told me how to get there, but given how fucked up this town is getting, I’m not sure if…” Jack start to say until you interrupt him.
“Jack… just take me to wherever it is you’re going to take me. I truly don’t care at this point because I don’t even really have a home to go back to now. I’ve been having a shitty week, I just lost the only job I ever had, I got groped by some fucking asshole, my fucking head is bleeding, I think I got glass embedded in my face, my body aches, and I’m this close to just falling unconscious. So like I said, if you got anything sinister in mind for me, I’m not exactly in any position to stop you. Just drive.” You say as the sleep is starting to take you.
Jack doesn’t say anything and just begins reversing the car and swinging it around. You hear something hit the back windshield, not enough to break it though. Sirens and the general sounds of chaos can be heard throughout the drive.
You have no idea where Jack is going to take you or even if he’s going to make it wherever he has in mind. All that encompasses your mind is the slumber that eventually wins you over.
You jump over the counter and rush towards the door; two of Trent’s friends try to intercept you until Trent demands that they help him and forget about you. His third friend however ignores him and continues after you.
You manage to make it half way out the door before pimple boy grabs your arm.
“You’re not going anywhere blondie, except on my dick!” pimple boy shouts and follows that up with a really creepy annoying giggle.
You pull away and get out of the store, but he’s a persistent bastard and manages to grab you around the waist from behind.
“Come on baby, I like an older woman like you!” he exclaims in his attempt to grope your breasts while dry humping you.
“Older woman like me? Motherfucker…” you exclaim and elbow the scrawny fucker in the face. It gets him off of you and then you spin around to give him a swift kick to the balls. Twice.
He falls to the ground crying and holding his crotch. He tries to mumble some curses at you, but it’s hard to do in between the tears. As much as you want to get out of here, you’re so pissed you kick him in his acne-ridden face for good measure, before running off. Just in time too, since you hear two gunshots coming from the store.
You turn the corner to the parking lot and rush to your car to open the door, then suddenly hear footsteps closing in quickly behind you.
“Gimme that car bitch! I gotta get the fuck outta here!” you hear a voice shout. You don’t even turn your head since you already can tell it’s the voice of one of the teenagers from the store.
You get in the car and start it up. You pull out and are already in the process of driving off until the same teenager gets in front of the car and throws a brick at your driver window
“SHIT!” you shout before the brick smashes through the window and hits you in the side of the head.
You lose complete control of the car and promptly crash into a nearby telephone pole. Thanks to shitty air bags not working properly you hit your already injured head against the driver’s wheel. Somehow you’re still conscious, but you’re incredibly dazed and woozy. You’re also not exactly feeling like moving too far, however your feelings are not in consideration here.
“Get outta the car bitch!” the teen who threw the brick exclaims and opens the door to get you out of it.
He starts to drag you out and despite your less than stellar state you still make an effort to fight. Eventually with some effort he drags you out and then you fell a kick to your ribs while on the street pavement.
Bleeding, bruised, and dizzy you attempt to get up, only to not quite make it. Just when it looks like the teen is going to land another kick to you, a shot rings out and the teen falls to the ground nearly on top of you.
“ARGH! SHIT! FUCK! I CAN’T FEEL MY LEGS! NO!” the teen screams.
You crawl away from the teen and through your blurry vision you see a figure coming towards you. It’s the stranger from the comic shop. The fact that he has a pistol in hand isn’t exactly encouraging despite the fact that he just shot your assailant.
“You alright? You okay?” he asks running over to you.
“Yeah, I just…I need some…help up…” you remark.
Using him and the car as leverage you manage to get back on your feet. The teen is still screaming at you and the strange from his prone position.
“Can you stand on your own?” the stranger asks.
“Yeah, I think…” you reply.
“Okay then.” The stranger says and then kicks the teen in the face a couple times shutting him up.
“Last thing we need is that dickhead bringing the attention of the cops that are a few blocks up.”
“I dunno, the gunshots might have already done that or maybe they don’t give a shit just like everyone else in this town…fuck…” you say holding the side of your head.
“You might be right, but we need to get out of the area I think, it doesn’t look like your car is going too far, my car is still in the parking lot. I can take you to get that head injury looked at.”
Between everything that’s happened, you’re not exactly thinking straight or at all except about the pain you’re in.
“Yeah. Yeah. Whatever, let’s go.” You remark feeling wobbly.
“Okay, I’ll help you along the way. My name is Jack by the way.” The stranger says.
“Suzy.” You say.
Jack helps you back to the parking lot as quick as you’re able to move. You don’t see any signs of the cops coming, though you’re hearing other gunshots in the distance so maybe bigger things are happening elsewhere.
Eventually you get back to the lot and approach a small blue car.
“Okay, let me open the door and you can just lay in the backseat.”
“Sure…” you say and lean against the car, while he opens up the driver’s door and then unlocks the door to the backseat.
“Hey…where were you? You…you kill those guys?” you ask.
“Hiding within a small back niche where all the old comics were, in the hope of ambushing one of them. I might have done so, had your boss not riled them up enough to rush him. I came out and you were already gone. I smashed the fat one in the back of the head with a metal comic character statue. After he went down I tried to help the owner. He got shot before I could grab the gun from the tall one and then it was reflex response that I shot him.” Jack replies.
Jack opens the back door for you and you get in and lay down while Jack closes the door and then gets in the driver’s seat.
“That one I know is dead since I shot him right in the head. I was sort of in shock for a moment since I’ve never killed another person before. The other teen had already run by the time I snapped out of it. I came out and I saw what was going on with you and I just reacted again. I dunno if I killed the others. I mean maybe I just knocked the fat one out and the other one when I kicked him in the face. Although I guess I paralyzed him for sure.” Jack says.
Jack pulls out of the parking lot and your lids are starting to get heavy.
“You kill pimple boy? I left that asshole in a heap outside the shop.” You ask.
“Um, no. I didn’t see him when I came out. Guess he ran off?” Jack answers.
“Wish I’d killed him. Little fucker…ah, shit…”
“Hey, I’ll help like I said so just hang in there okay?”
“Yeah…okay…” you start to say.
Within the next five minutes all you hear is Jack swearing and making exclamations of how everyone is driving like an asshole or acting crazy. You can feel the car swerving back and forth when you guess that Jack must be avoiding various things on the wrong.
At some point as you’re drifting in and out of consciousness. You hear Jack swear some more about how he can’t get to the hospital because the entire area is barricaded and part of the hospital is even on fire.
“Fuck! Suzy! You still with me?!” he asks.
“Huh? Yeah…” you answer groggily.
“I can’t take you to the hospital, but I can still get you help. You trust me?”
“Well I’m not really in any condition to not trust you I suppose.”
“I’m not a serial killer or anything I swear.” Jack says.
You start chuckling at that proclamation. For one thing his name is Jack, which is a bit on the nose for a serial killer. For another if this guy actually did turn out to be one; it pretty much would be in line of your run of luck lately. Hell, if you’re REALLY lucky, he’ll probably be your next boyfriend because you’re certainly fucked up enough to fall for someone like that.
“Bet you say that to all the girls.” You say while still chuckling.
“Is there any way I can convince you? I mean…if you don’t trust me, I understand. I suppose I could try to take you home if you told me how to get there, but given how fucked up this town is getting, I’m not sure if…” Jack start to say until you interrupt him.
“Jack… just take me to wherever it is you’re going to take me. I truly don’t care at this point because I don’t even really have a home to go back to now. I’ve been having a shitty week, I just lost the only job I ever had, I got groped by some fucking asshole, my fucking head is bleeding, I think I got glass embedded in my face, my body aches, and I’m this close to just falling unconscious. So like I said, if you got anything sinister in mind for me, I’m not exactly in any position to stop you. Just drive.” You say as the sleep is starting to take you.
Jack doesn’t say anything and just begins reversing the car and swinging it around. You hear something hit the back windshield, not enough to break it though. Sirens and the general sounds of chaos can be heard throughout the drive.
You have no idea where Jack is going to take you or even if he’s going to make it wherever he has in mind. All that encompasses your mind is the slumber that eventually wins you over.