|Alexander Murphy is (predacious) wrote in doorslogs,|
@ 2014-03-29 19:58:00
|Entry tags:||cobb, mal|
Who: Alexander and Chloe
What: Breakin' out.
Where: Las Vegas
When: The night the hospital went on lock down.
Warnings/Rating: Violence. Explosions.
The hospital was supposed to evacuate, empty their beds in the threat of an explosion, but no. They went on lockdown instead, no one in or out except for the LVPD and Alex watched it all from behind the steering wheel of his hearse. Plan B, then. If he couldn't get to his sister while she was in the hospital, and even if he could get into the police station, getting out would be a problem. The only weak spot, the only weak link was during transportation. So be it.
His gloved fingers drummed restlessly as he pulled around the front of the hospital and waited as the sun waned and finally disappeared behind the hulking mass of the building. Goodbye, so sorry to see you go. He yanked the sunglasses off and dropped them into the passenger seat while his eyes began to adjust. How much longer would it be? His stomach rumbled, irritated by the lack of food, and still he waited, eyes on the front of the building.
The sky was indigo when he finally saw his sister emerge, flanked by two police officers. Finally. He waited for them to get her arranged in the back seat, lip curling in displeasure and his foot edged towards the gas pedal, already thinking about hitting them as he had done with Clementine last week, but with the car in park, the engine only gave a little hum, the car a little sway. Soon.
He could be patient. He could wait. It wouldn't be much longer now. His fingers stilled on the wheel as they drove away, but finally relaxed only when he pulled out after them, following from a few car lengths behind. Following was an easy thing when you knew both the start and the end point and he stayed far enough back that cars slotted between them, left as they made turns and new ones took their places. He waited until there were no more between them and they rolled to a stop at a light. The cars perpendicular to them went slow at first, then faster, then freely, and he jammed on the gas pedal.
This collision hurt less than the last one, but he didn't let up, edging the cop car closer to the middle of the intersection and into the path of oncoming traffic. He never saw that car that hit them until it was already done, the black SUV mashed into the front of the sedan. Was it enough? No time to consider it, only time to move, move, move. The car in park, out, feet fast on the pavement as he yanked open the rear door and grabbed hold of his sister, yanked her out while the two uniforms in front groaned. Sorry boys. One arm around her back as he pushed her towards the hearse, practically shoved her into the passenger side and retook his place in the driver's seat.
No time to ask anything, only time to go as he threw the car into drive and sped away from the accident. It wasn't until they were blocks away that he reached over, pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear with his fingertips. "Are you all right?"
It happened too fast for her to make sense of, the world going from something almost calm as she was escorted to the local precinct to something out of control the moment the car was first rear-ended and then shoved into the path of the oncoming traffic. There was a jolt, her head spinning, handcuffed hands coming up to try and brace herself, and then another as a car hit them from the side. She could hear the officers in the front seat groaning from their own injuries, oblivious to her at the moment, and it was in that brief moment of confusion that the rear door of the car was pulled open and a hand grabbed her out.
Chloe was stumbled steps and disorientation as she was shoved into the passenger seat, the hearse pulling away with a near roar of the engine, putting blocks between them and the scene of the accident, and she still didn't know entirely what had happened. Her face was pale, shocked, and as he reached out to tuck hair behind her ears, she jerked at the touch, finally really looking at him. "Alexander?" It was a stupid question, one that shouldn't have even been voiced, but everything felt so surreal.
"I'm okay. I'm- What are you doing? Alexander?" She looked towards him, face pale, brows knitted together in worry, the city passing them by in a blur as he drove expertly through the traffic and city streets.
"We're never going to be safe from these people until we're dead," he told her, blunt, maybe too blunt as he crossed lanes of traffic to head back to the house. And if the Donovans and the Alexanders didn't kill them, Clementine would make sure of it, sweet girl that she was. He should have hit her harder. "So, we're going to die. And then we're going to leave this pit." He slid to a stop in a residential neighborhood.
"Which means that you're going to need to give up your phone. The journal, everything." No more verbal feuds with a girl he could care less about, no more sins written out in print. "No one can know we're still alive, Chloe. No one." Not Jude, certainly not Clementine, not the Olivia that she knew. Ashleigh couldn't know -- that brought a twinge of regret, but it couldn't be changed now. "We have to go, or we're never going to be safe." Going to jail wasn't an option -- Chloe would never survive and Alex wouldn't want to. His thumbs tapped against the steering wheel as he drove through the city, barely following the speed limits until he pulled into the driveway of his own house. "Unless you would prefer prison."
"Of course I don't prefer prison." It was a stupid question in her mind, but she knew he had to say it, knew he had to drive home the place she, at least, would be if nothing else was done. Chloe glanced at the side mirror, half expecting to see police already swarming the street behind them, but there was just peace and quiet, for the moment.
There wasn't time to linger on that, though, because the peace and quiet wouldn't last for long. Under Alexander's direction, Chloe did her best to help him move the bodies that he had pilfered to the front of the car, standing in for them where they were sitting only moments before. It felt as though she was in a dream, all of what was happening, because it just seemed unreal that this was happening. First, Jude had died. And then she had gone after Neil, she remembered that much, but ever since…
The smell of gasoline was thick in the air as Alexander shoved the soaked rag into the gas tank, and Chloe stood back, her phone gripped tightly in her hand along with the journal that belonged to Mal. She didn't say anything, didn't make any motion towards him. This was an ending, a farewell to a city that had done them as wrong as they had done it, and perhaps it was for the better that they were leaving. Disappear. Recreate themselves somewhere where the past couldn't come back to haunt them, to imprison them. She gave a small nod of her head to Alexander as she stepped forward and put her phone and journal within the car, sitting on the lap of the body propped up in the passenger seat. The door was shut and she took a few steps back, coming to stand beside her brother, the wind picking up and lifting her hair off her neck and shoulders for a brief moment.
"I'll wait in the car," she said after a moment, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek before she scurried away to the old car that had been bought with cash, hard to trace back to them. Her heart was pounding with anticipation, waiting for Alexander to light the rag, to ignite the explosion that would end them here and send them off somewhere else.