"Quit messing around Emerson!" I knew I shouldn't have gotten in the car with this id.iot.
"Oh calm down. It's not like we can die." He gave me a stupid grin, letting me know he wasn't done acting stupid. He shifted gears drifting the car around the curve of the cliff.
"Doesn't mean we won't get hurt when you crash!" I held on to the handle over my head.
Emerson was a giant of a man. He was 6'5 with a physique of a bodybuilder. He was only 20, but his muscle busted through almost every shirt he owned. He was always seeking a new thrill, anything to get his adrenaline running. The street lights zoomed past us, illuminating the inside of the car every few seconds, showing me the excitement swirling in his eyes.
Emerson blasted his rock music as he continued to speed down the road. This year he decided to dye his hair a cool silver with a black undertone. He finally finished his tattoo sleeve, on his right arm, with a drop of blood outlined in black. He said it's for the blood we don't shed.
"I swear if I get a limb cut off again because of you…" I stared daggers at his chiseled face, not needing to finish that threat.
"Oh come on, Zerena. Loosen up and have some fun." He shifted gears again, now approaching 120 mph.
"I know how to have fun. This… this isn't fun." I grabbed the handle tighter. I hate getting hurt.
"Too late, they caught up." Percy leaned forward from the back seat. His long black hair tickled my hand on the middle console. His sharp features illuminated for a moment by the street lights. His black eyes showed me the vision playing in his head.
"Damnit." Emerson muttered.
A couple minutes later, a black McLaren came into view.
"For f*cks sake Emerson! You just had to go all guns blazing. We had a plan!" I scolded him.
"Too late to scold him now." Tally chimed from the back. "I'll get us out of this, just lower the window and cover your ears." She seemed to be having fun.
Her dark blue hair seemed almost black in the night. Her eyes went all black, past her iresis, as she called on her banshee. She rolled down her window, ready to let out her scream. I poked my fingers in my ears, knowing it wouldn't do much good. It'll be better than nothing at least. She stuck her head out of the window and inhaled a large breath before opening her mouth and releasing her banshee screech. Our windshield cracked and my ears felt like they were going to bleed before she finally stopped. The McLeran's tires popped and windows busted. They spun out of control crashing off the side of the cliff.
"I think we're good now. You can slow down, speed racer." I glared at Emerson who was now going 130.
"You're such a downer." Emerson gave me a side eye.
He grinned at me though, as he took his foot off the gas finally. He shifted slowly back down to the speed limit. My heart did the same, slowing down to its normal pace. I could kill this guy sometimes.
"Zerena." Kellan's long fingers grabbed my shoulders and I knew exactly what his little siren self was trying to do. He spun his finger in my dark purple locks, and I leaned forward.
"Nope. Kellan, I will literally behead you if I ever wake up in your bed again." The memories flashed in my head and I shuddered. He's lucky I didn't kill him that night. He's lucky I needed the tension release.
"You know you had fun." His low silky voice came from beside my ear.
I placed my hand on his face and pushed it back.
"One night is enough to let me know I don't want to do it again." Tally giggled, from the back seat, at my comment.
"Oh don't be that way, Rena." Kellan sat back up.
"Zerena." I corrected him. "And quit trying before I punch you."
"No fun." Kellan muttered.
"See, you are no fun." Emerson chimed in, trying to make his point.
"I'll kill you both." I deadpanned, and they all laughed.
I rolled my eyes, leaning my head against the window. I hate them all. I'm only stuck with them because they are the only successes from the Scientist experiments. Little junkie mommy and daddy sold their daughter to a scientist that made the best drugs. They get a lifetime supply and he got me in exchange. A supernatural baby, a shadow weaver, to experiment on.
He enhanced us with a healing ability so strong that we stay alive even when our heads are chopped off. It's not a fun experience to try to reattach your own head. We work for him, running his errands. Hired guns is what you could call us. Only we aren't really hired, we're forced.
"Who's hungry?" Emerson shouted.
"We really should get this back to the lab. You know that McLeran isn't going to be the only car after us." I advised, but it fell on deaf ears as everyone chimed they were hungry.
"We'll stop by the gas station and get some snacks while there. We need gas anyway." Emerson looked at me, waiting for my approval. I sighed, caving in.
"You better make it quick. I get a feeling they aren't done chasing us for this." I held up the rare mermaid's pearl we had just stolen.
Can't imagine what the Scientist needs this for. Some new experiment I'm sure.
"Got it." Emerson smiled drifting the car beside a gas pump, attracting unnecessary attention.
"You feel good?" I asked, not amused.
"Extremely." He grinned childishly at me as he got down.
Everyone, but me, went inside. I have made it a rule to never go out in public. Not only does it help me with never getting caught, it keeps me from running into my destined one. Never find my destined one. It's the only way to survive this life I live.
I began pumping the gas, watching them all go inside and start browsing the aisles of the convenience store. A sudden wave of dread came over me. That's never a good thing. I looked around and saw the car 3 miles away.
My vision was the best out of us all. I could use the shadows to see great distances. Being a shadow weaver has its conveniences.
'Emerson!' I linked him. We could all telepath to one another. The Scientist did that to us too.
Emerson didn't respond. This little a*shole blocked me out. They'll be here soon. We need to go.
I swear, Emerson, if you make me break my rule… you'll be the first one I kill.
