Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ A Fugitive and Me ❯ On the Run ( Chapter 10 )

Chapter 10- On the Run

 

-Third Person.-

 

“Brady McCorbin,” Matt said, before any of those around him could even begin to search for means of identification. He recognized the body of the victim as soon as he saw the face. And at the same time, he knew this was largely related to his target, Tom Curtis. Brady plus their already high suspicions meant almost undoubtedly that Tom had been here, and the things they found in the house confirmed it.

 

“Suppose they got in a fight?” Stan, Matt's partner spoke up. “One shot the other and ran off,” He suggested.

 

“No,” Matt shook his head. “There was a third party in on this, we best find out who the hell it was. I don't want them getting to Curtis before we do,” He turned and walked toward the middle of the street, just anxious to get away from what was left of the man he once knew.

 

“This is becoming ridiculous, Matt, all of the sudden we find something solid and now there's more assholes to track down, gimme a break,” Stan complained.

 

“Break? How about I give you your fucking break when the National bank vault is suddenly empty, and then the guy who did it suddenly goes poof thanks to whoever killed him…” Matt pointed at Brady's body. “…And we have no fucking idea where the money is because the stupid lazy-ass cop wanted his oh-so-important break,”

 

“All right, all right,” Stan sighed. “But how do you even know there was anyone else, how do you know your Curtis guy didn't just kill him?” He asked.

 

“I just do,” Matt replied. Coming from anyone else, that wouldn't have been good enough for Stan, but he knew that Matt had his own knowledge, and that he had to trust it. After all, Stan knew he was the newbie in the situation.

 

“Look for a Silver Nissan, that's what he drives,” Matt ordered. Stan nodded and headed back to spread the plan among the others that were there.

 

-First Person.-

 

“I'm sorry about Brady,” I said pretty much out of the blue. Once we'd gotten about four blocks from the house, though still in a quiet part of the neighborhood, we'd both pretty much calmed down. Tom hadn't said a word though, and I could only think of one reason as to why. I looked in the review mirror, FK was lying on the seat, staring at nothing with sad eyes, I think she was crying. I don't like dogs, but I felt kind of sorry for her, as I did Tom.

 

“Yeah,” Tom's voice was small. “Me and him were friends… long time,” He shrugged at me with a painful smile, his eyes were watering, I could tell by the extra glare the liquid was creating. “But you don't have anything to be sorry about I guess, if it weren't for you coming by when you did, I might be dead too. I think the guys who shot Brady must've thought he was me… Brady never hurt anyone. He didn't have enemies.” He sounded so sad. I nodded and looked down at my lap, so if Brady hadn't been in that car, they may have come in and killed Tom. It's kind of a dick thing to think, but I'm glad they thought Brady was Tom and shot him instead, if that was indeed the case.

 

“Shit!” All of the sudden the car came to a stop on the side of the road. I looked up through the windshield to see a patrolling squad car slowly inching across the intersection that we were heading straight for. I wouldn't be surprised if they were looking specifically for us. Tom shut off the headlights and then kept still, I did the same, simply following his lead. I thought maybe we should duck down or something, but he wasn't moving a muscle, so I decided I should stay still too. The patrolling car had stopped, and the man inside had come out, apparently we'd caught his interest.

 

This is a bad thing, in case that's unclear.

 

Before I could even decide what he was doing, or what was in his hand, the bright light of a flashlight shown right into the car. As if on cue I ducked down below the glove compartment and Tom slouched himself hidden as well.

 

I never really imagined myself hiding like this from the fucking cops, what happened to policemen being your friends?

 

“Stay down, and shut up,” Tom whispered. The light was gradually getting bigger and brighter, which meant the man was slowly getting closer. I was ready to freak out when he seemed to be only a few feet away from the car, but then, the light disappeared. From beside me I heard a sigh of relief, and let out one of my own. I took it back when I heard two loud, firm barks from the back seat. I told you I hate dogs.

 

The light was back on in a flash, shining straight on Tom in the driver's seat. Before I could even sit up, Tom had started up the car, adjusted the stick shift, and slammed his foot on the pedal. The car shot backward, and then made a sudden jerk to one side as Tom swerved to make a U-turn. I could see the cop guy running back to his cruiser still just before we bolted off down the next quiet neighborhood street. Taking the speed we were going, and comparing it to the speed limit, at that moment I'd already decided that I was going to die. But today was actually the day I found out that Tom is a fucking psycho when it comes to driving, but he's good at it.

 

It wasn't long before I looked back to see two squad cars charging after us, sirens screeching and lights blazing. If I live through this, I'm going to write a book and call it: The Day I got Chased by Cops Because my History Teacher is a Dick. By Fox Murphy. I kind of like the sound of that.

 

Anyway, as we speed up the street toward the main road, the main thing that was on my mind was how horrible it would be if a kid decided to cross in front of us. I don't think Tom would have time to stop, I looked at the speedometer and it read 60 Mph, that's a hell of a lot for a neighborhood street.

 

I found myself plastered to the car wall as Tom made a sharp turn onto the main road. Other than me getting thrown against the door, it had been pretty smooth, at this point I decided it was a good idea to put my seat belt on.

 

Looking back once more at the pursuing cop cars, I saw that they were gaining on us. I turned then and looked at the speedometer again. Cops, speedometer, cops, speedometer, my eyes followed this pattern before I decided I needed to say something.

 

“Tom! Why the hell are you slowing down!” I practically screamed. “They're coming! Oh my god, they're getting closer!” I panicked, nervously kneading the sides of my seat as I watched through the back windshield.

 

“I'm not doing it! We're low on fuel!” He yelled at me. I looked at the fuel gage and saw that the needle was right next to if not on the big read E.

 

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why didn't you get gas!” I yelled at him.

 

“Well I don't think getting gas is the best thing to do while you're getting chased by cops…”

 

“Turn off here!” I pointed. If I'm correct the road I'm telling him to turn onto is closed because it's made of gravel and no one uses it, but it's what I see as our only chance.

 

“What!” He hollered.

 

“Turn off here!” I repeated and he did. At the very last second, he turned onto the small one-lane a gravel road moving at fifty miles per hour. We went bouncing down the street, and I swear at some points the back of the car went up so high I thought we were going to flip over. As expected, one of the cop cars succeeded in following us down the hill, luckily the other didn't.

 

“Well this is great, Fox, what the hell do we do now?” Tom growled, jerking the steering wheel back and forth as we went over numerous bumps and potholes. I looked back to see FK bouncing around in the back seat, trying to keep balance with this confused look on her face. Like this was some form of cruel and unusual torture.

 

“There's a turn off up here somewhere, it leads to the main road but about ten miles up, really hard to find if you're not looking for it,” I explained. “I think we could lose him there,” I nodded, becoming a little calmer.

 

“You'd better be damn sure,” He replied. My eyes moved to the speedometer for a moment, 40 MPH now, but the cop was far back on the road, probably for safety. In fact, it was a miracle we hadn't blown a tire with all the glass that was on this road.

 

“There!” I pointed and Tom turned the car onto the even thinner street as soon as I spoke. At least it wasn't as bumpy, it was paved with dirt instead of gravel, let's just hope there hasn't been enough rain lately to make a problematic puddle in the middle of the street.

 

“I wish you'd quit it with the sudden directions, it's nice to have some warning before I have to make these turns,” Tom complained.

 

“Shut up! I'm helping your ass!” I yelled. He shut up. “I don't see him, I think we lost him,” I kept my eyes squinted, looking for those flashing lights and the bright headlights.

 

“Well just in time, because we're just about all out of gas,” Tom sighed. “How far away is the main road?” He asked.

 

“It shouldn't be far, it turns onto a little side street at first, but there's a gas station right at the corner of the intersection, we should make it,” I nodded. To be honest I don't know how far it would be or how long it would take, I'd never been down here in a car.

 

“How the hell do you know all this anyway?” He asked.

 

“Me and Miles and Dwayne always used to come down here on our bikes, and then head over to Sheets for some donuts,” I grinned at him. He rolled his eyes. Only a few moments later we pulled out onto the side street and there were the gas pumps. Boy did they look good right now.

 

“You're going to have to pay for the gas, I don't want to be seen right now,” Tom handed me a one hundred dollar bill as we pulled up in front of one of the pumps. “That should cover a full tank, get some donuts too if there's any left over, and some grape pop for me,” He smiled.

 

“Aren't we in a hurry?” I protested.

 

“Oh yeah,” He sounded disappointed. “Forgot, you got me excited with your donut talk,” He opened the car door and slid out. Something dropped out of his pocket and landed on the ground at his feet when he did. I got a really good view of his ass when he bent over to pick it up. I actually felt kind of strange looking, but boy did I look. I can't help but wonder if that's what he wanted me to do. FK barked at me.

 

Oops, caught.

 

I sighed at my own actions as I got out of the car, heading up toward the entrance to the store.

 

“That's twenty gallons!” Tom yelled to me, I looked back and nodded before going inside to pay.

 

I still can't help but think over what I'm doing, I know what he did, I know he's guilty, and I know he's wanted pretty bad by the Police Department. Maybe it's because I feel sorry for him because of Brady, but turning him in, or even ceasing to help him just doesn't seem like an option anymore.

 

When I came back outside Tom was waiting in the car, hands tapping on the steering wheel impatiently. As soon as he saw me he got this hurrying look on his face and signaled me to come. I sped my pace and was jogging by the time I got to the car. I opened the door and slid in quickly.

 

“I saw a couple cop cars go by, they didn't see the car which is lucky as hell, but we gotta get out of here,” He said, swiftly pulling out of the gas station's entrance. “I think we'll have to stop somewhere until there are less cops on the road before I can take you home,” He said. I paused a moment, thinking about what he'd said, I hadn't even thought about going home yet, but I suppose it's just a given that I have to go back sometime. I sort of wanted to tell him that I didn't actually have a home at the time, but I don't know what good that would have done. I shut up and just nodded.

 

“It's pretty quiet on the south side of town, we'll head down there,” He said. “Keep an eye out for cops, I'd think it's too dark to get a plate number but they know the car model,” He drove at a nice, smooth speed now. I felt more relaxed and let out a long sigh, I'd hardly ever heard of someone actually escaping the cops during a car chase. Just because of that detail, I felt accomplished.

 

“So if the cops didn't kill that guy, who do you think did?” I asked.

 

“Probably someone from my past,” He sighed. “I've been acquainted with a lot of people over the last four years, not all of them were very nice. Not to mention I must've conned or robbed about half of `em,” He shrugged.

 

“Oh,” I squeaked.

 

“My best bet is Ryan Carlos, I killed his little brother and stole his car, along with a million dollars,” He grinned. “That was when I was still a rookie too, and let me tell you, not a lot of people wanna cross Ryan Carlos, he's a dick with legs and he's got a lot of connections, but I got more.” He seemed so proud of himself, I really don't think killing someone is something to be proud of. But whatever makes you happy. “Little Billy Carlos was gonna turn out just like him anyway, probably better off that I killed him before he turned into an ass,” he shrugged.

 

“So what are we gonna do?” I asked.

 

“Tomorrow we'll go see Mag if we can,” He began. I think when he said `If we can' he meant `if she's still alive', just a feeling though. “She'll be able to figure something out about this shit, she's one smart bitch. Hates me though,” He laughed.

 

“Why?”

 

“Because I'm fucking sexy and she can't have me of course, why else?” He gave me a goofy smile. I rolled my eyes, even though I suppose it would suck to be a girl for a gay guy. I mean really, because dicks beat boobs any day, as well as those… other things girls have.

 

 

“You don't mind sleeping in a car, do you?” Tom asked me just as we got off the highway and arrived downtown. I looked at him almost fearfully. “I mean, we'll try to find a hotel, but it'd have to be one that would give us a room under the name of a minor. Using my name is too much risk,” He shrugged. I nodded and slouched in my seat, I don't think sleeping in the car would be very comfortable.

 

“I got two blankets in the back and a pillow, especially for times like this,” He said. “One of `em we can give to FK, and we'll share the other,”

 

“Whoa, what?” I cut in.

 

“It's gonna be cold, I only have two, and one's really small, more like a towel. Unless you want to freeze your ass off up here, we'll have to share the back seat,” The smirk on his face suggested that he found the situation amusing. I let out a low growl, slouching even more.

 

“FK has fur,” I argued.

 

“Yeah, but not enough to keep her warm in this weather. Besides, the blanket is her size, like I said, it wouldn't even cover you,” He said. “Don't worry about it though, we still might be able to find a hotel. You should consider yourself lucky you have a chance at a warm bed, FK will have to sleep in the car either way,”

 

Great, he's making me feel sorry for the dog. I just really want to go home now.

 

“Aright, here's our best bet,” Tom pulled into the parking lot of a little Motel that stood between a porn shop and a McDonald's Restaurant. The M on the sign was burnt out, so it looked like it said `Overnight Otel.'

 

“You're gonna go the talking, all right? Just tell them you want a two person room, if he gives you any trouble for being a minor, tell him you'll pay one-hundred extra,” He said. He pulled another three hundred dollars out of his pocket, this time in four fifties and five twenties. I really don't think I wanted to know where he got all that money.

 

“Why would it be any trouble that I'm a minor?” I asked.

 

“No one likes to rent rooms to crazy teenagers,” He smirked. I rolled my eyes and shoved the door open, squeezing the money he'd given me in my fist. “I'm serious, Fox,” Tom said, getting out of the car. “Especially in these little places where they don't have a good cleaning crew, act mature. You have some sort of ID, right?” He asked.

 

“Yeah, but it's from when I was sixteen, I haven't gotten the age updated,” I said, pulling my wallet out of my pants.

 

“Good enough,” Tom replied.

 

Upon walking into Overnight Otel, I gave the lady behind the counter a friendly smile. She didn't return it though, she just looked bored, and her expression didn't change when I walked in. She had red hair, obviously dyed, her boobs were huge, and her lips would blood red. A good way to describe her is: Ew.

 

“Hey, I'm looking for a room for two for the night,” I attempted the smile again, but she just raised an eyebrow. I set my ID on the counter and she picked it up, chewing her gum like a cow as she looked it over. She stared at it for a few seconds and then handed it back.

 

“We don't give out rooms after nine,” She said. “You have to make a reservation, do you have one?” She asked, resting her head on her hand. She looked like she was moments from death, the eye shadow made her look like some sort of vampire. I nodded my head back and forth.

 

“Your sign says no rooms available after eleven,” Tom pointed out. “It's only quarter to ten,” He walked up to the counter and leaned on it. What the hell is he doing, I thought I was supposed to do the talking?

 

“Look,” She drawled. “This is a family owned motel, we don't want any queers hangin' around,” She said bluntly. My jaw fell open immediately, I wanted to slap her across the face. How the hell did she know we were gay!

 

“We're not-“

 

“Fuck you!” I cut Tom off. “That's bullshit, you can't refuse us a room just because we're gay!” I yelled. I heard Tom sigh from beside me, but I didn't care, I wanted to put that bitch in her place. “I suppose you'd let in fuckin' half-naked whores like yourself though!” I slammed a fist on the table. She didn't look insulted, she just stood there with that same bored look on her face. “I'm fucking going to call the police on you! You can't get away with this!” I hollered.

 

“No, you're not,” Tom had me by the wrist and started tugging me away from the desk.

 

“You can't do this to us you fucking vampire bitch!” I got out one last insult before Tom jerked me outside and threw me against the wall.

 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He spat. “You were supposed to be trying to get a fucking room not defending your rights! God, all we had to do was convince her we weren't gay, now we have to go find another fucking motel,” He scoffed.

 

“But we are gay,” I said. He gave me the death glare and I backed down.

 

“Come on, let's go somewhere else,” He started stomping back toward his car. I stood against the wall for a moment and then followed.

 

We tried two other places after that. The first was looking really promising until the old fart behind the counter decided to get suspicious and insisted on knowing Tom's name as well. We tried lying, but he asked for ID, I think he may have recognized him from somewhere. The second was completely sold out, which isn't surprising because there were only two rooms. By that time we'd been searching for about an hour, and I was just getting damn tired of it.

 

“Look, let's just pull over somewhere safe and sleep in the car, okay? I'm sick of this,” I said. He nodded and sighed, rubbing his eyes as if irritated. I suppose it was mostly my fault we didn't get a room at the first motel, but that bitch really pissed me off, I couldn't help it.

 

“Sorry,” I said in a small voice.

 

“It's okay,” He sighed again. “I doubt she would've believed me if I tried to tell her otherwise anyway,” He shrugged. I nodded to myself, somehow that just made me even madder about it. I mean, we're not even together, or dating, it's not like we were going to do anything in the fucking motel room.

 

We ended up pulling into a parking lot behind an abandoned building for the night. It was quiet, and no one could see the car from the road, so it seemed like the best bet judging by where we were. Tom and I got out of the car to get the pillow and blankets out of the trunk. I was surprised to find that the blanket he and I would be sharing was downright huge, at least there'd be no problem with one of us hogging the covers.

 

Tom called FK up to the front passenger seat and told her to lay down, she obeyed immediately. He laid the blanket over her, covered her whole body except her head, it was so cute how much it looked like he was tucking her in. She licked her lips and put her head on the seat, as if she understood it was time to go to sleep, I have to admit she's kind of cute, in a crinkly-faced pit-bull kind of way.

 

“Aright,” Tom sighed, putting the pillow at the top of the back seat. I gulped and scratched the back of my head, looking at the narrow car seat that was to be a bed for two people. “You know, if you're really not into this I can sleep up front, I think I'll be able to bare the cold one night,” He suggested. I looked at him for a moment, was he serious? Damn, I didn't think he gave a shit about what I thought.

 

“No, it's okay, it's just one night,” I said. I could see my breath in the cold air. He had a coat, but I don't think it was warm enough to stay comfortable enough to fall asleep.

 

He nodded and then crawled into the back seat, laying his head on the pillow and scooting as far back against the seat as he could to allow me room. I let out a heavy sigh and then got in the car myself, shutting the door behind me. I carefully lay down on the seat trying to fit on the seat without having any contact with Tom's body at all. This desire went to hell when he wrapped an arm around my chest and pulled me back into him.

 

“No use trying not to lean against me, you'll never fall asleep,” He said. I could feel his breath on the back of my head. I think he was nuzzling my hair back there, having a grand old time brushing his nose against my scalp. He pulled the blanket up over us in that position, and then kissed the back of my head. I growled in a dog-like manner, Tom laughed.

 

“Me and Brady used to do this all the time during the summer,” He said and squeezed me harder, closer against him. I didn't protest this time, because I know he was seeking comfort while thinking about Brady. At least, that better have been what he was doing. “We'd always wake up in some kinky position,” I heard him laugh and felt his chest vibrate against my back. My eyes widened at this remark, thinking about what kind of positions he and I might end up in by morning. “Sometimes I swear he did it on purpose. Once I woke up with my butt in the air and he was sleeping on top of me in the same position with his arms wrapped around my stomach,” He let out a long sigh. “I'm gonna miss that big perverted idiot,” I felt him nestle his face in my neck and swallowed, feeling the warmth of his breath on my skin every time he exhaled.

 

“Goodnight,” I said.

 

“Night, Fox,” He replied. I could just barely feel his lips brushing the back of my neck when he spoke. I wish I could have gotten him to say something more, but there was nothing more to say.

 

Tom seemed to drift off right away, but I think I laid there for about a half-hour before I finally fell asleep.

 

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