After a lengthy explanation and a little help to get a board up against the window we were able to leave. Uncle getting his wound checked once more before meeting me out front as the rain begun to pour again.
"So, what are we going to do? Elizabeth got your car?"
"And you think I didn't think about that?" Giving him a 'what the hell' look he smirks and motions for me to follow. "Kid, you got to think. How many times in my line of work have I been shot at?"
"Not enough- ouch!" Shooting my hand up behind my head, Henderson walks passed me with his hand up in the air. Old man hit me, rubbing the spot I move to catch up with him.
"Now as I was saying." Clearing his throat, he digs through his pockets and removes his usual ring of a thousand keys. Going through them as we walk up to a few cars, each one with a police sticker on the corner front window. "Ha-ha, found you." Stepping over to the last truck in the line he puts the key in and opens the door. "Well." He looks over to me. "Are you getting in or do I got to drag ya?"
"No dragging necessary old man." I wave my hands up in surrender as I get into the passenger side. "But where are we going?"
"Where you think kid? Your Aunt is going to have my head on a pike by the end of this." Chuckling, he removes the key from the ring and revs the engine.
Making our way through the usually bustling streets, we seemed to be the only car on the road at the time as the storm begun to pick back up. The soft jazz that poured from the radio being the only calm as the rain drops slide down the windshield.
"Do you think they'll know who I am?"
"Your Mother definitely, your Father… I don't know kid he always worked. Even more than I did." He immediately responds, taking a moment towards the end of his sentence as he pulls in front of a stop sign. "They better remember us. I'll knock both in the back of the skull if they don't."
Chuckling he pulls from the stop sign just as a truck front T-bones into us, the world deafening as my head smacks the window. Everything seemed to speed up as the window is shattered and a pair of hands pull me free from the seatbelt. Laying back to the concrete I squint as the rain covers me head to toe. It takes me way to long for my own liking to sit up, a sharp pain rushing down my back as I grab my head. Letting out a pained groan I look around, finding the truck a few feet away and somebody trying to pry something from inside.
"Come on Come on!" Falling out of the truck the person staggers back to their feet, and then it hits me.
'Linus?... UNCLE ANDREW!!'
Getting up way to quickly the world juts to the right slightly, causing me to stagger but catch my footing, nonetheless. Stepping over to them, I pull myself into the passenger seat.
"Uncle?! Uncle can you hear me?" Laying my hand on his cheek he lets out a disgruntled groan. Blinking slowly, he scrunches his face before looking at me.
"What in the hell…" Taking his arm, a hand lands on my upper thigh. Looking over Linus stands there ushering me over. Moving over he takes a pocketknife out and starts working back on the belt. Off to the side my eyes land on a mass of smoke and surprisingly static, taking a cautious step the smoke draws back. Copying every fall before the world begun to tilt once more. Grabbing my head, the blur of smoke moves slowly.
The wind could not touch this thing, whatever it is. My head is splitting as sway back a bit. Can't this night get any weirder, or better yet. Can't this night just end? Before I could do anything else I could feel my eyes roll into the back of my head as I feel back. Something, someone grabs me and all there is, is darkness.