Entry: 3

Entry: 3
     - On the run from who knows what!


Halfway to the hospital Finnley felt herself slipping. Black splotches were crossing her vision and her head felt like it was about to split open.
   "Jay." She said quietly. But the wind was to loud for him to hear. "Jayson!" She said louder.
He heard her that time and looked at her. With just one glance she knew she could probably tell him everything she wanted to. Just by a look.
Well that's....weird. A passing thought stated.
   "It's getting worse." She said. "You need to hurry before I pass out."
He nodded. And sped up, weaving in and out of cars in the intersection.
   "Just hold on there Finn. We're almost there." He said quietly.
She tried to remind herself how to breath and took closed her eyes and rested her head against Jayson's shoulder. At the moment she was unusually tired.
She realized that it probably wasn't a good idea to close her eyes. Opening them quickly, she watched the cars pass by. Most of the drivers only gave her one glance, the kids in the back seat were arguing or playing a game.
Taking in a shaky breath, her eyes were drawn to a silver Toyota that was keeping up speed with them. Weaving in and out of the lanes just as they were.
Meeting the gaze of the driver she gasped.
   "What?" Jayson asked. Hearing her gasp.
   "Um....I don't want to pressure you or anything but...their back." She stated in a tone a little higher then she wanted. But she wasn't worried about that. Jayson gave the bike more gas and it went faster then Finnley thought possible. She held on tight and she sure hoped she wasn't hurting Jayson. Not that he cared at the moment.

The whole motorcycle and car chase was something Finn had only seen in movies. Never in her wildest dreams would she ever think she would actually be in one!
Jayson was pretty good at keeping the bike balanced, and also really good at taking such sharp turns Finn cringed at the sound of metal meeting pavement.
Jayson quickly took a side road that lead to the hospital and quickly pulled up into a tight alley. Turning off the bike the two kids turned around in silence and watched the silver Toyota race past them.
Finnley had let go of Jayson's waist and sat up strait. He touched her hand and she noticed that he was already off the bike. Jumping off he took her hand again.
   "Ok we need to get to that hospital." He muttered as they silently and quickly, walked down the street.
   "But we need to make sure they don't see us. Alright?"
Finnley nodded and knew now was not the time to ask 'what happens after that?'.

The two of them made it to the hospital emergency entrance. Jayson quickly turned Finnley over to a doctor, they both weren't to happy to be separated but he let her go as soon as he knew what room she was in.
Finnley couldn't keep still as they gave her a shot of morphine for the pain. She hated needles too. She closed her eyes as they started to stitch up her head. All she felt was a gentle tugging but she knew she might throw up if she opened her eyes.
Time went by quickly and the doctor was soon done and had put a square band aid on it.
   "Let me get you those pain killers for you little lady." He said kindly. She nodded and watched him leave.
Sitting at the edge of the bed and in an empty room she fiddled with her hands while her leg bounced up and down. Her hoodie was now covered in blood which was not good, and it made her a little sick to think about it.
The doctor came back in and handed her the pill bottle.
   “Thank you.” She said quietly.
   “No problem. You should take one of these every morning and night to keep the pain and swelling down, alright?”
She nodded.
   “Well your brother seems very anxious to see you so I’ll let him in now.”
At first she wasn’t sure who he was talking about seeing as she had no siblings but she then remembered Jayson.
   “Oh. Sure.” She said a little slowly.
The doctor smiled at her and opened the door. He said something to Jayson and then left. Jason walked in with a glance behind him.
   “Do you think your up for more running?” He asked quietly.
Finn chuckled.
   “Well seeing as the morphine hasn’t worn off yet. Why not? But why do I have the feeling that we’re going to be spending a lot of time running?”
Jason sighed and nodded.
   “Yeah. Look I know you want answers. And I promise I will try to answer them as best as I can, but not right now.”
Finn met his gaze and Jayson noticed that when she bit her bottom lip it was like a sign that she wasn’t going to back down so easily.
   “But we really need to go.” He said tugging at her hand and pulling her up off the bed. Finnley slipped the pills into her pocket and followed Jason through the hospital.

 
They spotted the guys in the lobby and quickly ducked and went the opposite direction.
   “Ok how on earth are we going to get back to your bike?” Finnley asked as they opened a door and came out into a parking lot.
   “No clue. Go. Go. Go!” Jayson shoved her in front of him as he saw the men burst out of the door.
   “Go where?!” Finn cried as she ran strait. Not really knowing where she was going.
   “Get back outside!” Jayson called after her. Glancing over her shoulder she saw him several feet behind her. She also saw the two men behind them licking the chops like they were some kind of animal.
That was enough to strike fear through her to her core.
Turning ahead she did the one thing she knew how to do well. Run.
Pretending to be back home on the race track was pointless, so she selected a dance song from her head and played it all the way through.

Running as fast as she could she figured that if she was in a desert she’d kick up dirt. She was going to fast to think of what was going on behind her. But she sure hoped that Jason was going to be able to keep up with her.
She didn’t see the car till it was too late. Letting out a scream, she forced herself to jump onto it’s hood. The car came to a screeching stop. She ran up the windshield and across the hood, flipping off the roof she landed on her knees and groaned.
She heard a sudden wail and looked around the car.
The two men were crying out holding their ears like the noise was of the screeching tires was too much.
What the...??
Jayson caught up to her and snapped his fingers in front of her face.
   “Keep going!”
She spun around and dashed off down to the ramp that led up to the upper levels and the lower levels.
Running around the circular ramp got her dizzy, so she starred at the ground and tried to ignore everything else.
   “Keep going Finn. Don’t stop!” Jason yelled behind her.
   “What the heck do you think I’m doing?!” She snapped. Glancing behind her, she noticed that Jayson wasn’t with her anymore. Running to the banister she looked up and saw the two men again. One yelled at her in what she guessed was another language.
   “Dang it.” She muttered. Pushing away from the wall, she kept going. Though she was still worried about Jayson.
There was a sudden yell that froze her in her tracks. Looking back up the spiral ramp she suddenly saw a flash of light and more yelling. A flash of blond hair clued her in.
She turned around and got off the ramp and into a parking lot.
She scanned the rows and rows of cars and found someone just pulling up.
She ran over to the 20 year old guy and smiled kindly.
   “Hi, um I need to use your car for a moment.” She said once he had rolled down the window.
The guy hesitated. “Why?” There was another scream from higher up. Now she was getting really worried.
   “Ok look. My brother is in huge trouble and I really need to get to him now, so would you mind? I’ll return it I promise!”
She practically dragged the poor guy out of the car and jumped in. Before she drove off she stopped and looked at the guy. “What’s your name?”
   “Stephen Moore.” She nodded.
Not even bothering with the seat belt she stepped on the gas.

What the heck are you doing Finnley Leavenworth?!?! She yelled at her self as she spun around and around the spiral ramp. She was getting closer to the yelling and she jerked when there was a sudden burst of light in front of her. She saw a figure and slammed on the brakes, only too late. She rammed right over him and let out a small scream. The light disappeared and she couldn’t make sense of the scene before her.
One of the guys that had been chasing them (the fat one, Jon) was now on the ground with what looked like blue blood poring out of a chest wound. And Jayson was running over to the car with what looked like a gun in his hand!
He jumped into the passenger seat and told her to go. She shook her head but not before something under the car moved.
   “Ok what the heck was that?” She asked as she drove the car in reverse.
   “That would be the guy you just ran over.” Jay answered.
Just on queue, the guy rose from the ground. His face looked all wrong, half of it was blue, one eye lid was swollen shut, the other half of his face look like it was just a piece of cloth gone limp.
   “Go, go, go!!” Jayson screamed. The guy made a low moan and tried to walk to them. Finn stepped on the gas and turned around in the seat to see behind her. Down, down, down. She then found the level she had left Stephen at but she knew that if she went back in there they most likely wouldn’t get out.
Giving a loud groan, she kept going down.
Coming out into the day light she swung the car out and quickly shifted it to ‘drive’.
She let out a startled cry when the zombie dude suddenly jumped out of no where.
   “Step on it!” Jayson cried louder.
And she did, leaving the dude with blue blood eating their dust.

++++

   “What, the heck was that?!” She cried as she pulled up onto the interstate. Keeping one hand on the steering wheel she quickly put on her seat belt.
   “What was what?” Jay asked.
   “Oh don’t you start with me Jayson Stone. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” She glanced over at him and he sighed.
   “Come on! I’ve come this far with out having a mental break down, but right now my head is about to explode and no!” She cut him off before he could say anything. “It is not because of my stitches.”
He starred out the window and rubbed his head. Running his hand through his blond hair.
   “What do you want to know?” He asked.
   “What was that? why was he bleeding blue blood? and why the heck do you have a gun!!?? your seventeen! that is not old enough to carry a gun!”
He waited patiently for her ranting to be over before he tried to explain.
   “Alright that thing was an alien. Yes I know sounds absurd and yes it was real. That particular alien was called a Hyven. Their from Sector 5.”
Finnley was stunned into silence. Of course the sane side of her said: ‘Don’t listen to this boy he’s probably high on some kind of drug and has no clue what he’s saying.’
While the other side said: ‘Well it does account for the blue blood, and though I have no idea what Sector 5 is, it makes for the weird things that happened.’

Taking a deep breath she tried to keep her hands from shaking too bad that Jay might notice.
   “So...you’re saying that...their aliens and their not even from earth right?” She asked. She saw him nod out of the corner of her eye.
   “And let me guess,” Everything was now making sense. The pieces were falling into place. The karate, the cryptic phone calls, the gun that laid on his lap. It all made sense. “You’re part of some sort of agency that hunts down aliens to save the rest of us with the headache that their real right?”
She grinned at the shocked look on his face.
   “How did you...?”
She laughed.
   “It’s not that dificult to figure out Jay. First off your a freakin’ ninja. No boy that I’ve ever met knows how to do karate. Secondly, that cryptic phone call? Agent number, clearance, ya de ya de ya. Dead give away. Thirdly, you have a freakin’ gun! again another give away. Do I need to continue?”
She saw Jayson chuckle and pointed to the exit coming up.
   “Turn here.” She put on the blinker and moved across the lanes and down in the exit ramp.
   “Figure all that out on your own huh?” He asked.
She nodded.
   “Yup.”
   “Well your practically spot on. But we only kill aliens if they’re causing trouble in our Sector. Which is pretty much....all the time. But yeah.”
   “So what agency? CIA? FBI?” She didn’t know any others besides MI6 but she doubted he worked for the British. Though she guessed it was possible.
   “It’s actually called H.U.N.T.E.R.”
She rose an eyebrow in a questioning look.
   “Don’t ask, it stands for some ridiculously long name so everyone nicknamed it H.U.N.T.E.R.”
   “Fitting.” She muttered.
   “That’s what most people thought. Anyways I’m actually the youngest field agent they have. Most of the others are adults. We operate some what similar to the CIA or FBI but we’re all trained in the most high-tech stuff and we all know a hundred ways to kill aliens depending on their race and Sector.”
Finn was mind-blown that he talked about this all like it was normal!
But she quickly moved on to something that was bugging her.
   “Why were they after me?” She asked quietly. Forcing her eyes to stay on the road. Jay didn’t answer for a really long time and she thought that maybe he hadn’t heard her.
   “Because....you were a bargaining chip.” He answered finally.
   “For what? or who, which ever works.”
Again he was quiet.
   “Take a right.” He said as she came to a red light. Taking her hands off the steering wheel she turned to him.
   “For who?” She repeated.
He tried to look every where but her. But it didn’t work very well.
   “Me.” He answered honestly.
Her eyebrows furled as someone behind her honked. Turning back to the road she quickly turned right.

Neither of them said anything for the next several miles. Finnley was confused. They hardly ever talked, besides the day they had to do that English paper. After that he didn’t talk to her unless he had to. Which wasn’t much.
   “But we’ve barely talked to each other. I hardly know you. Then. I mean I do now but then I didn’t.” She couldn’t help but ramble a little. That’s what she did when she was nervous.
   “Yeah I know and that’s what I wanted. Because I was trying to prevent this.” He groaned and pulled at his hair like it was all his fault. Which...if she really thought about it, it was. But she didn’t think like that.
   “It’s not your fault.” She said gently. Jay was to distracted to tell her where to go so she pulled into a parking spot just outside of a McDonalds. Turning off the engine, she turned in her seat.
Jayson let out a shaky breath as he gazed out the window.
   “Yes it is. If I hadn’t done anything, if I had just left you alone, you wouldn’t be in this mess.” He argued.
   “Ok lets get this strait mister.” She said in a stern voice. “What’s done is done. There’s nothing you can do to change any of this now. So now I know about aliens. Big deal. But you cant go around regretting every decision you make.”
She turned the car back on and turned forward.
   “And besides,” She said with a cocky grin. “It’s because of me you lived a little.”
She laughed at his shocked face and drove out of the parking lot.
   “You are one crazy girl.” He said with a grin.
Well at least he’s smiling again. She thought.
   “I know.” She said with a wink. “Now where are we going?”
 
Jayson didn’t tell her where she was going, just directed her what streets to turn on.
   “Ok seriously Jay. Where the heck are we going?” She demanded.
He just laughed.
   “Jay?” He asked suspiciously but with a hint of teasing in his tone.
   “Yeah. You spell your name with a ‘Y’ anyways. And besides you call me ‘Finn’. So we’re even.” She retorted with a cocky grin as she turned onto a street that had an empty lot and then two apartment buildings across from each other.
   “Pull into the drive way here.” He said gesturing to the apartment building on the right.
   “You don’t like that nickname?” He asked as they climbed out of the car.
   “You don’t like yours?” She shot back.
   “I didn’t say that.” He said as he produced a pair of keys and unlocked the door.
   “Well neither did I.” She stated as she walked in after Jayson.

Inside they came to a spacious apartment that had only two rooms and a small bathroom. Which she figured was ok if it was just him living here. She wondered what they were doing here.
   “Home sweet home.” He muttered as he tossed the keys onto the counter.
   “Why am I not surprise that this is your apartment?” she said quietly as she noticed that the only thing that actually hinted that somebody lived here was the punching bag hung up to one of the beams. There was a leather sofa in the living room facing the TV. A desk with a computer on it against the far wall. The punching bag was in a corner surrounded by windows. She looked in the bathroom and saw that there wasn’t anything in there other then a few bars of soap and some shampoo.

Coming into the kitchen she saw that at least the fridge was stocked with food, that looked to be put in there recently.
   “Once I called Martha, she told me to go home so she probably had someone put the food in there.”
   “Hmm...” She muttered as she shut the fridge again and turned to Jay. “What now?”
   “There’s a thrift store down the street. You need to get rid of those clothes.” She was about to ask what about him but he seemed to know that was coming. “This is my apartment remember?” He said with a grin.
duh. she thought. He would have his own clothes here.
   “Alright, be back in a few.” She checked to make sure the cash was still in her pocket. Running down the stairs to the door she stopped when a hand tugged at her shoulder. Turning around, Jay dangled a key in front of her face.
   “You’ll need this then.” He said. She smiled and took the key.
   “Yeah. Probably.” She then turned around only to get pulled back again.
   “Don’t use your cell phone ok?” She nodded.
   “Because they’ve probably got a tap in it right? I know all this Jay. Stop worrying. I’ll knock three times before keying in, so don’t shoot me on the spot.” She waved bye and opened the door.
   “Dang she’s good.” She heard Jayson mutter before she shut the door.
She chuckled and walked off to the thrift store.