Sydney…..that was her name (nickname) as I came to discover that fiery night. She was bleeding profusely and I doubted if she would make it. The pungent smell of blood was already filling the car interior and I could hear the wheezing and coughing of Sydney as she struggled for life. I was already used to the nauseating smell of blood, but Blondie was finding it difficult to cope as she rolled down the window glass and puked continuously as the car sped on. Suddenly the busty Executioner yelled out.
“Drive faster guy, drive faster!”
Her voice did more of distracting me than spurring me on and I swerved the car almost knocking of a school sign post, but manage to get the car back on track.
“Oh shít! faster…..she’s bleeding out!”
“I’m trying okay….just stop shouting!” I reciprocated.
God knows up till date i have never sped the way I did that night. I drove like a villain and then the Executioner’s phone rang. Owing to the whooshing noise of the speedy wind, she put the call on speaker phone.
“Hello” she said
“What’s the situation?” came a tiny precise voice. It was Isla’s.
“Sydney has been shot!” said the Executioner. “We are on our way back to base”
“Alright I’ll get the doctor ready. Just get down here in time” and she cut the call.
Now something was different about Isla’s voice. Though it sounded tiny and precise as usual, I noticed a hint of coarseness in it…quite huskier than before.
To Be Continued…