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by DTLCT
“This is a dead end!” A voice behind them yelled out. “You two should give up. We won’t hurt you. Just give us your money.”
“And you’ll let us go afterwards, right?” Wallace asked back, his tone full of sarcasm.
Although Wallace’s responding to them but his pace is still fast. He turns to look at Cyndi to see how she’s doing. He’s surprised that she’s this strong. Even though her face is turning red but her pace is still up to his.
“Did you run track in school or something?” Wallace asked.
“You still joke in a time like this?” She asked. Her voice isn’t as steady as Wallace’s but she’s still able to maintain her pace while talking to him.
“Hey, you got to be optimistic, right?” He flashes her a quick smile before turning around to see the four masked people running after them. “Are they going slow on purpose or we’re just too good for them?”
Cyndi looks around before answering him. “I don’t know but are we really at a dead end like they said?”
“How should I know? I’ve never been here before. Or at least I don’t think so.”
“Wallace, turn left.”
“And go around in circles as before?”
“No. Just distract them until 10 more minutes.”
“They might get dizzy and give up?”
“Ryan’s going to call the cops for us, silly.”
“Oh, right.”
Cyndi couldn’t help but smile at Wallace. She feels so good having him here although they’re in danger now. He seems to give her so much security and courage.
“But if Ryan calls in 10 minutes, it’ll take the cops more time to get here,” Wallace pointed out, breaking Cyndi out of her thoughts.
“If Ryan’s your true friend, he would call the cops already,” Cyndi reasoned.
“Want to bet on what time he comes?”
“No. I’m running out of breath.”
“Want me to give you some?”
“Wallace!”
“Sorry, hon. I’m trying to keep my nerves calm for the next move.”
Cyndi’s face turns another shade of red. She couldn’t help it but she just realized that Wallace just called her “hon”. It probably doesn’t mean anything hence the situation they’re in but she feels a slight shyness rushing upon her.
“Okay, we’re back at where we started at the beginning,” Wallace said. “Aim for that tree, okay? If we reach it, we can hide there for a while to catch our breath. Then we can run to the car. We’ll be saved by then.”
“Okay. But do you think they cut our wheels by now too?”
“It’s our last hope. Besides, if you’re right, which I hope you are – Ryan should be here by then with the cops.”
“I….don’t want to talk….anymore. Let’s just…run.”
“All right. Hang in there, Cyn.”
Cyndi half-wish inside that he calls her “hon” again. But she doesn’t want to say it. She focuses all her energy on running.
Wallace could see Cyndi‘s sad expression. “What’s wrong? I know you want to save energy, but you look a tad sad from before.”
“Nothing.” She feels even more embarrassed because her feelings are showing on her face.
“All right. Let’s get out of here then.” Wallace looks back at the other four again. “Looks like those four aren’t really track runners. I think if we still have energy, we could run full way since we’re pretty near the car. After I lock the doors, we can sit and rest a little before pulling out.”
“Okay.”
They increase their speed and do not talk anymore until they reach the car. He makes sure Cyndi gets in safely before he locks the car. The four masked people are still far behind for some reason. Possibly they do not want to waste their energy anymore since they’re not totally exposed anyway. Either way, Wallace doesn’t want to stop and ponder about it.
© Wednesday, April 18th, 2007
Re-posted: Saturday, October 10th, 2009