The Cursed Ones

I pressed my back to the brick wall, breathing heavy, and trying to descramble my very confused brain. I was in shock. The one other person I thought I could trust, just turns out to be another person trying to kill me. I felt a tear go down my cheek, and I furiously wiped it away, my shock turning to anger. I wasn't stupid enough to confront him, but I was smart enough to listen to the rest of the conversation.

Unfortunalty it was already over. I didn't want him to know I was alive, so I snuck behind some other buildings and hailed a cab, which is pretty rare for Texas. I told the driver with greasy hair to take me to the Alamo. He looked in the mirror and flashed his yellow and golden teeth. I saw smoke coming off his cigar.

"You got the money to pay kid?" He asked. I grabbed my sack and pulled out a stack of fifties and ran my fingers over the edge. The cigar dropped to the car floor, and the driver sped off. I looked behind me, out the back window and saw Ryan, peering in, and his shocked expression.

He ran to a black sedan, and started chasing us. I told the driver to step on it, as Ryan got closer. He swerved out of the way, forcing Ryan to hit the brakes. Seconds later he was on our tail again. I gritted my teeth, and fell to the side of the car as the driver made a sharp turn. I rubbed my head and sat up, looking out the window and saw the black sedan hit the curb, thankfully slowing him down.

"I need you to get me away from the black sedan behind us." I said. The driver gave me a look.

"Sorry miss, what sedan?" I looked at him, realizing he couldn't see it. Great. Just what I needed. I didn't answer the question, it just sat down and clenched my fists, trying not to look like a maniac.

Ryan rear ended us, but only I felt the jolt. The driver sat perfectly still. By ribs were aching, and my head was pounding, as he hit the cab again. I was ready to puke. I told the driver to go faster as Ryan hit us again. Well, not us, me.

The driver sped away, Ryan close behind. I was starting to feel better when the cab driver suddenly disappeared, and the cab was flipped over, landing on the hood. The windows shattered with a deafening crash, and my body was hit in every spot. My vision was dancing with black spots, as I tried to crawl out, getting scratched by glass.

I saw a hand reach for my bloodied hand, and pulled me out painfully. I remember feeling the cool grass underneath me, and Ryan hovering over me seconds before my vision went black.

I woke up to a bright light. I closed my eyes, everything rushing at me like a freight train. Ryan, the cab, the accident. I was laying on a metal table, under a bright light, like an exam table at the doctors office just harder with no cushions.

I heard a door open and slam closed. I opened my eyes to Ryan's ugly, traitor face. I lunged at him, only to realize I was chained down with cuffs. He smiled menacingly as he watched me struggle.

"It's pointless. I'd save your energy Liz." He said, walking around the large white room.

"Your a lying, slithering, traitor. I thought I could trust you. Your a snake." I said through my teeth, angry beyond measure.

He just laughed. "Your so gullible, it's not even funny. You'll trust anyone." He said, sitting down.

"It's better than not trusting anyone, ever. I'd rather a manticore than you now. Why! Why did you lie to me? Why did you lead me on like that?"

His face was twisted with anger and confusion. "Why wouldn't I? Why wouldn't anyone who could make a good pay, and only had to gain one girls trust to get it? I didn't WANT to kill you, but I need the cash. Sorry. Money is worth more than you." He said.

I just closed my eyes and turned my head away, unable to look at him, the guy I once though was my best friend.

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