Will there ever be a new dawn? (Private)

[Whitie]

Panic-stricken, Roland was shaking, his hands held a vice-grip upon the strap of his messenger bag. He had gotten away from these guys time and time again but this time he had nowhere else to run. A gulp constricted in his throat as he gradually eased himself over to the passenger side, the door missing to his luck. Holding his breath, he clamored out and skittishly crawled towards a rock, making sure to keep as quiet as a mouse. His breath was shaky, thoughts raced through his mind like clockwork.

Where was he to go? What was he to do? A gun was resting against his hip, but firing it would lure too much attention. Besides, he couldn’t kill someone. Besides killing someone made his life into this hell. His back rested against the rock for a moment, his eyes scanning where else he could retreat towards. There was a petit pipe, but it looked too small for him to fit into. He could probably only manage getting his head inside. It seemed that this would be the end of the line for him. Nowhere to run to. Nowhere to hide.

[Whitewhisker]

Scared yes but unlike Roland, Aaron was not panicked. Of course dead or alive wasnt on her bounty either. As a biker started yanking on the semi door, trying his best to open it despite it being locked, she had hidden herself in the floorboard in the shadows. Gun steady, it was aimed and ready towards the man. As he used his elbow to break out the glass and reach inside that was when chaos started.

The boom of her revolver was deafening inside the semi but a clean hole was made between the man's eyes. It splattered blood on her, speckling her face but adrinaline was now too high to feel anything. Scrambling out as a bunch of yelling started of the other bikers all she was left with was to try and run.

[Whitie]

The sudden gunshot caused Roland to flinch as he brought a hand up to his mouth to keep himself quiet. His breath was shaky, just like his trembling body. The shot seemed to capture the attention of the bikers, or so it appeared, and so he got into a crouch and crept off in hopes of finding a more suitable hiding spot. He couldn’t help but to wonder where the shot came from. Could it have been Sarah? Maybe.

Roland made it towards another, in better shape, vehicle. It was a car, a rust bucket at that, but it appeared to have all the parts it needed, unlike the pick-up. He tried the door but it was locked. Just his luck. Groaning, he tried the back door and found that to be locked as well. Rolling his eyes, he simply crawled underneath the car and stared off, spying the construction site not too far away up the road, on the other side of the street, spying a couple of bikers lurking around.

[Whitewhisker]

Two bikers followed Aaron as she tried to run, their laughter at the thought of her escaping was most infuriating to the girl. Didnt they know who they were dealing with? A gun shot was made only it wasnt her this time. It hit the ground only a few inches from he r feet causing her to trip and fall out of surprise. Evidentally they didnt know who they were dealing with.

The bikers that had been chasing came to a halt, one reaching down and grabbing hold of her. With a last ditch effort, Aaron yanked free and arm and slammed her elbow into the guy's nose. With a yell he quickly released her as he grabbed hold of his newly broken nose. His companion then grabbed Aaron, hitting her in the face which threw her to the ground.

[Whitie]

The second gunshot caused him to flinch again, almost hitting his head upon the bottom of the car. His eyes caught site of the chase scene, his body wanting him to go and help, but that’s what happened last time. He didn’t dare to help, not again. But he couldn’t let an innocent person be beaten senselessly. Roland gritted his teeth, his hands balling up into fists as he was torn on what to do. He was scared, scared for his life, but he knew that he should go out there and prevent what was happening. It would be idiotic to run out there though; perhaps he could take cover and shoot them from a distance.

Roland sighed, knowing that it would be for the best. He wasn’t a good shot, but he would do what he had to do. He army crawled on his stomach from underneath the car before creeping near the road, using rocks and other large debris to his advantage until he was close and hid behind a mid-sized rock. With the handgun in his grasp, Roland readied himself. The barrel was pointed towards one of the bikers that were standing over the wounded person; his hands were fighting to remain steady. After releasing a slow breath, his finger squeezed the trigger as he fired. He couldn’t help but to shut his eyes tight for a moment to keep himself together.

[Whitewhisker]

Aaron's lip was busted and the hard hit had caused her to black out for a second. Opening her eyes she looked up at the man responsible and saw him laughing. How could evil be funny? Blinking a few times as her eyes wateres she attempted to get up. Rolling over onto her stomach to push herself up she only managed to get on her hands and knees when the guy with a broken nose kicked her in the stomach. Wrapping her arms around her torso, Aaron lay upon the ground again with her eyes squeezed shut. This was it, how could she have been so stupid to allow this to happen?

Gun fire sounded and it brought the girl back around. What was going on? The bikers had all turned their attention away from her, looking back to where the shot had came from. Pulling a gun, the guy who had hit her in the face pointed it at her. "Who is that? Where are they?"her he demanded. By this point they have headlights upon her, not wishing for her to escape if even she had a chase. So when she spit at him in reply the blood was very much visible just as the pain was upon her face. "Go to hell" she growled and he fired.

Jerking to the side the bullet went through her shoulder instead of her chest and a scream escaped her. Oh the burning pain! It was nearly overwhelming! Blackness threatened to over power her vision but she couldnt pass out, she had to escape first. Yet how was she going to do that?

[Whitie]

The scream caused Roland to go frantic; his mind was racing to try to think of something. Anything. He had to do something that would draw them off, but what? There was nothing he could do that would be good enough, except sacrifice himself and let them chase him, but then he would probably get caught knowing how he was.

“Think, Roland, think,” he growled to himself, hitting his forehead with the palm of his hand. There had to be something he could do, but what. Hissing a curse beneath his breath, he would have to continue shooting at them and perhaps make a run at them somehow. He just needed to lure them away from Sarah. That was all, but nothing idiotic.

His jaw clenched as he stood up, aiming his gun towards them once more. He fired again, hitting one of the bikers in the thigh, before he took off towards the construction site and ducked into a medium sized drainage pipe, leaning back to catch his ecstatic breath. This was mad, simply insane. He held his eyes closed for a second and sucked in a depth breath, trying to keep himself together. It was the best he could do during all of this. After releasing the breath in a slow stream, Roland peeked out and aimed once more at the bikers.

His hand was steady as he released another shot, this time the bullet imbedded itself in the stomach of one of the bikers. He retreated back into the pipe, concealing himself within the shadows. Roland couldn’t believe that he was doing this. As much as it brought him such discomfort, he knew that this had to be done to save Sarah. She had spared his life and so he had to spare hers as well, even though he wished it hadn’t of come to this.

[Whitewhisker]

Aaron couldnt believe this. Was she actually getting help? As the bikers turned away she didnt spare a single moment. Instead she forced herseld to stand, the world spinning around her in crazy circles. The pain was horrible, not onlu the fun wound but her stomach. No time for that though, she had to get away. One around still wrapped around her stomach she half ran have stumbled away from the bikers and out of the light. Was it that Roland fellow helping her?

Several times she collapsed into the dirt, her feet getting tangled up as they were getting heavier each passing minute. In fact, her whole body was getting heavier. The bikers no longer interested in her left her to bleed to death out in the dust as again she collapsed before dragging herself under a nearby dumptruck.

[Whitie]

Roland crawled to the other side of the pipe upon hearing heavy footfalls approaching. Adrenaline coursed through his veins like wildfire, his heart thumped like mad within his chest, making his stomach feel queasy with fear. This game of cat and mouse was treacherous. If he slipped up his life would be over in a split second. It weighed down upon his shoulders, overwhelmingly so, but he pushed on and slipped out to the other side of the piping and snuck off into the dark shows of a haphazardly constructed building.

The brick wall chilling feeling sipped through his coat and clothing, feeling pleasant against his heated skin. The sensation was calming for a moment before he peeked around the corner firing again before gunfire was returned twofold. With a gasp, Roland retracted behind the wall once more, gun raised and held close to his body. Most of their bullets struck the wall, a couple flying past it. With a gulp, he pushed himself from the wall and moved on, ducking down every so often upon hearing gunfire.

[Whitewhisker]

Aaron lay there upon her back, her gasping breaths shallow and quick. Her blue eyes stared wide at the rusty bottom of the dump truck as blood pulsed from the gun wound on her shoulder. Everything hurt, everything throbbed with each heartbeat. Gun shots keep firing but now she was no longer hearing them. They were just so far away she had no need to worry of them. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she closed her eye when she realized what was happening. She was allowing herself to die.

No!

Aaron forced open her eyes again as she tried to push through the hazy feeling in her mind. She had to think, had to figure out something. Using her shaky hands she ripped off the end of her shirt, wading it and pressing it to the wound. A scream tried to escape her again but she bit her bloodied lip, tasting the blood stream into her mouth with a new copper flavor over the old that was already there. It woke her up though, pushing away the fog that had taken over her mind. The sounds came rushing back, closer than ever but not directed at her any longer. Turning her head she saw the men pushing their way towards a small building. That had to be where Roland was, if it was indeed him helping.

How would they escape? ‘Think Aaron think!’ she mentally screamed at herself before forcing herself to sit up. They had to steal a bike, it was the only way. Ho would she reach him to tell him and make a plan? She would just have to go anyways and hope that she wouldn’t be shot once more.

Crawling back out from under the truck she forced herself to stand. Her hand pressed against the side of the truck to keep herself up, her vision again spun but she tried to focus. ‘make it to the building. That’s all you have to do’ she told herself, trying to get herself all prepared for it.

Keeping to the shadows she slowly made her way, hiding and crawling for the most part behind things. The bikers never paid her mind and she had completely went all the way around and approached building from the other side. Luckily there wasn’t any bikers on this side as of yet and so she pulled herself to peek through a bustes window. The poor guy that was indeed Roland looked terrified. She hadnt given him enough credit though as he was at least standing his ground.

"Miss me already?" She asked to try and shed some light on this dangerous situation. The pain and weakness that had laced its way into the tone of her voice nearly infuriated her.

[Whitie]

Roland staggered over towards the familiar voice, his brown gaze catching a glimpse of Sarah before he toppled onto his stomach. A grunt sounded from him as he lay there a moment to catch his breath, before he scampered to his hands and knees, retreating to where she was. He panted like an overheated dog, speechless for the time being as he leaned back against the wall. A great tidal wave of relief washed over him as he held his eyes closed to recollect himself.

After getting himself to calm down, Roland looked towards Sarah with a thin smile playing on his lips. “Perhaps,” he joked with a stifled chuckle before more shots were fired. His body flinched from the sound as he cowered against the wall. This was more than enough excitement for him, he felt about ready to have a heart attack at any given moment with the amount of terror he’d experienced in just a short amount of time.

[Whitewhisker]

Aaron had slumped against the wall, one arm around her torso and the other hand holding the piece of shirt to her bleeding wound. The gun fire no longer caused her to flinch as it did Roland and she too closed her eyes with a deep breath she slowly let out before looking over to him. "Hey" she said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We can get out of here, we just need a plan" Comfort was what she was trying to give along with support so that maybe he wouldn't have that heart attack it looked like he was going to have. Letting her hand fall from his shoulder, she turned her gaze away as she tried to come up with a plan. "Someone needs to keep a distraction as the other goes to get a bike" she finally said before looking to him. "Since I can't actually run anymore I'm hoping you at least know how to drive one?"

[Whitie]

Roland managed to calm some as he looked over at her with an iffy expression. He’d never driven a motorcycle. Perhaps it would be similar to a car? “Uh, yeah. I’m sure I can handle it,” he spoke up, doing what he could to keep his voice from faltering. More gunshots fired off, this time he tried not to flinch too much. Roland had to keep himself together at least for a little while longer. As long as he kept his cool he should be fine. He looked off, hoping that the motorcycles wouldn’t be too far off and that no-one would get in his way. As long as he stuck to the shadows and kept on the down low he should be fine. Or so he hoped.

[Whitewhisker]

By his reply Aaron wasn't so sure. She gave him a frown but then a nod. "Alright, I'll buy you some time. But you'll need to hurry. I don't have very many bullets" she warned as she reloaded her pistol. With a nod to him she pushed herself up from slumping against the wall. She had dropped the wad of bloody t-shirt piece and also her grasp upon her torso. Crawling through the window into the small building several gun shots went off but she just hunkered down and gritted her teeth. The more time she could buy him the faster he could get back. What if he changed his mind though? What if once he reached the bikes that he would leave her? No time to think of that now as she was already committed. Rising up she fired a few shots, one landing in a man's knee cap and the other grazing one's shoulder. Quickly ducking back down gunfire was again unleashed upon the small building.

[Whitie]

After pulling himself together, Roland set off, making sure to keep himself concealed within the shadows, the ground crunched beneath his footfalls, making the moment tenser. Keep yourself together, he thought in a stern voice, creeping alongside the debris and worn object, keeping low and out of site. The handgun remained in his hand just incase a biker snuck up on him.

With a smooth space, Roland managed to make it towards the area the bikers had parked their motorcycles. They were parked in a disorganized manner. The closest one was a good number of feet away, the motor was still rumbling with life. As long as he remained undetected this would go smoothly. Roland jogged over to the motorcycle, his eyes keeping a sharp lookout to make sure the coast remained clear. Gunfire still sounded over the grumbling motor, but Roland was bent on going through with this escape plan. All he had to do was comprehend driving the thing.

Upon reaching it, the sight of the controls confused the young man. They were different than a car to his displeasure. “Great,” Roland mumbled, before mounting the bike, his hands grasping the handlebar. “Maybe it’s like a bicycle. A motorized bicycle.” After kicking up the kickstand, he walked the motorcycle a couple of steps, getting the feel of the bike, before revving it a bit before allowing the beast to take off.

The experience was thrilling as terrifying as it was to drive it. The motorcycle was a contraption that was hard to control for a beginner, but Roland did what he could to keep his calm as he swerved this way and that, occasionally bouncing when striking a pothole. The headlight shown upon the bikers before he flew passed them, following the path he took before reaching the crumbling building. Gradually, the motorcycle slowed to a halt, Roland’s heart raced a mile a minute, surprised that he managed to not get himself killed. His grip was harsh upon the handles as he steadied himself, waiting for Sarah, glancing over his shoulder as he heard hollering and more gunfire.