Can't run from the past all the time...
Watching as the scenery passed, fiddling with a yellow rose he had found while waiting for train, it had only been a day and he already really missed Catherine, the shuffle of feet and the constant calls and distracting noises left Riley rather nervous as he always seemed to be looking over his shoulder. Slouching in his seat, Riley let the rose rest on his chest as he closed his eyes and tried to relax, but it was extremely hard to do so when you knew any minute a group of demon hunters could pounce on him and take him away, back to the underground base and away from Catherine forever. The train began to slow to a stop and this caused Riley to open his eyes and see what was happening, he was pretty sure they couldn’t be near the New York Station just yet. Like all the other unexpected stops before, Riley didn’t risk the chance of staying onboard incase the initiative might have boarded the train, when it involved returning safely to Catherine he’d rather take longer to arrive then never arrive at all.
Grabbing up his bag and placing it on his shoulder, Riley then hurried to the doors and forced them open against the worried concerns of one of the attendants, but she could do little to stop him as he leapt out of the slowly moving train, landing on the ground and stumbling about for a moment before regaining his balance. That’s when he saw Joan’s face in one of the windows, dropping his bag of clothes and food and darting off towards the road nearby. He had money and his two guns on him; he didn’t need to risk lugging about the clothes since he could just buy more later. Part of him panicked now that the initiative where on the train… did that mean Catherine might have been hurt, he didn’t think they’d continue after him for this long, why did they want him so much? Risking a glance over his shoulder to see if they where following him, relieved to discover no one seems to have left the train as far as he could tell, and more to his luck a truck driver pulled over when he waved out to the driver.
“I’m headin’ inta New York City.” The driver informed Riley with a rather large grin that was half hidden by his thick brown mustache that was tinted with gray, Riley simply smiled and gave a nod, trying not to look as if he was out of breath or panicky about being followed. By the time they arrived into the outer parts of the city, the overweight man had stopped about 4 times for food, leaving a highly anxious Riley waiting eagerly for him to finish eating, the last two times the driver had hopped into the truck and drove while eating, figuring Riley had an urgent need to get to the city and being kind enough not to delay him any further. There hadn’t been a chance for Riley to sleep, but he was still surprised when the driver woke him up at their destination, part of him was amazed he could even sleep without the warmth of Catherine’s body in his arms. The thought caused him to grin rather warmly because he was going to be able to hold her again soon, thanking the driver and hopping out, Riley quickly wondered the dark streets that where dimly lit by the roar lights in hopes of catching a passing taxi to take him the rest of the way back to the school and his beloved Catherine.
But as he turned the corner, making sure to stick close to the streets in hopes that the initiative might avoid anything where public eyes could risk seeing, he was hit hard by motor cycle that skidded to a stop as Riley’s form was thrown half way into the center of the road behind, rolling to a stop with a pained groan. Placing his palms on the ground, he tried to push himself to his knees but the effort was very painful, he had hands grabbing at him before he could do anything, lifting him up rather roughly to his feet. There was another pained groan as his ribs seemed to scream in protest to the rough treatment, there was barely a chance for him to open his eyes when there was a sudden burst of pain as something hard was slammed against the side of his head, causing him to yell as his legs buckled and he fell to his knees while others where holding him up still. There was a smashing sound from the impact, a discarded bottle laying about being the chosen weapon for the agent who had dismounted his motorcycle. Riley could feel a hand under his chin, guiding his face up so his attacker could get a look at him, but Riley’s own eyes seemed unwilling to open, there was a rather disgusted sounding grunt from the unknown man who let go of Riley and stepped away. This wasn’t fair, he was so close and now they have him, he couldn’t do this to Catherine, she lost so much already and he loved her too much to have her go through losing anyone else. The guy hurting him must not have a chip… that means he doesn’t have the enhanced strength that comes along with the curse of the implant.. Lunging forward, Riley’s wounded body blindly wiggled free of the two holding him and thrashed about until his arms where free so he could away the flow of blood from the cut on the side of his forehead that was seeping into his eye. Grabbing the guy in front of him, Riley threw him as hard as possible back into the other two who seemed unable to join the fight, either from fear of being hurt or more likely they have chips which stop them from hurting the former agent of the initiative. Limping quickly towards the motorcycle as yells where heard in the distance, simply sitting on it was agony enough, driving it proved almost too painful, but he was driven on by the fact he needed to see Catherine and a little pain wasn’t going to stop him.
Weaving through ally’s and down streets and across roads, Riley eventually pulled to a stop just out side a nightclub, the back of his hand wiping away the flow of blood passing over his left eye. Leaning forward as the pain in his most likely bruised and possibly broken ribs was causing great discomfort and making it hard to drive, but slowly the drug in his heart implant was increasing its dosage in his systems in order to numb out the pain he was feeling.
“Oh my god… Riley?” Dropping his hand instantly to the handle of the bike incase he had to hurry off, Riley glanced over towards the direction the female voice had come from, it didn’t sound familiar to him but it sounded as if she knew him. The dark haired girl didn’t look familiar, but at the same time she seemed familiar.. he frowned slightly unsure but seemed to sway slightly from the dizziness his head wound was causing.
“..You’re still running from them… god Riley, I’m so sorry.” Staring rather baffled at her, the girls brown eyes looking away in the direction Riley seems to have come from and not paying much attention to the confusion she seemed to be causing the young man. Grabbing his hand, Riley was pulled from the bike and dragged after the girl who hurried with him into the nightclub, leaving the motorcycle to drop on the side of the road and Riley staring back at it trying to figure out what is happening.
“I have car in the parking lot out back, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go, I guess I owe you at least that much…” This girl was offering him help? Who was she, he glanced about as they passed through the nightclub to the back door, which leads out into the parking lot. It reminded him of the night he had down at the dying star with Catherine, how they danced on the floor and how he kissed her… He missed her now, this girl was taller and looked older and nothing like Catherine really except she had brown eyes. She was defiantly wearing clothes that Catherine wouldn’t dress in, nice black hi-heel boots that go half way up her slender calves and black stockings with a rather short black mini dress, she had a warm black leather jacket on, her slim waist decorated with a white and pale blue diamond crusted slender belt. She was extremely pretty and her make-up made her look so perfect that those who would assume she was a model would be very correct, and a very high rated model she was, even if she did have a masters degree or two. Riley stared half blinded at the sleek silver sports car that the girl helped him over to, she rather unkindly pushed the wounded man into the passengers seat before slamming the door closed and hurrying over to her side and hopping into the car. The car came alive with a loud roar, obviously she got it just because it looked nice and drew attention to her, but attention was the last thing Riley wanted, he slouched down a little in his seat but gritted his teeth as the somewhat dulled pain rippled through his body, but that’s all he remembered, just after that he passed out…
TBC: School Medical Bay – Time can’t heal all wounds…
Riley(about Catherine): She's my desert rose, a wondrous soul brought up in a harsh environment
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