When White meets Black... Chapter 3

How many warehouses could there be in Dallas, Ryan wondered. "One hundred, two hundred, Hell, I don't know!" he spoke aloud. "I can't search everyone of them. I wish Jess had told me a little more.And why was she screaming Joshua's name? He must have found her, but if he did..."
Suddenly, from out of the trees along the road, something caught Ryan's eye. He saw the movement and instinctively veered to the right to avoid hitting. He felt a bump on the passenger door and at that moment, the entire inside of the car frosted over. Ryan's fingers were slipping off the steering wheel and the car veered wildly sideways in the road. It skidded sideways for 30 feet before the wheels caught and flipped the car over once and then back onto it's wheels again. As it touch the road Ryan turned the wheels as if the car had never once strayed from the straight path of the road in front of him.
"Do that again, man! That was way too cool."
Ryan jumped a bit in his seat at the sound of a voice coming from his backseat. The fact that he had just flipped his car, crunched the roof down so it now touched the top of his head and drove on like it never happened was for some reason not as important as why and how someone got into his backseat while it all was happening. he glanced into his rear-view mirror and shook his head. He laughed to himself before speaking.
"O.k., when it begins to seem normal to have see-through people in my car, it is time to pull over somewhere and have a cold one and a reality check. If the reality check doesn't happen, well... I will still have the cold one."
"We aren't going to do the flip thing again, are we?"
"That would be a No and who are you!? How did you get in here? Don't I have to invite you in or something first!?"
"That's Vampires and they do not exist, bright boy. My name is Mark and I projected of course. I really deserve a round of applause because hitting a moving target is not easy to do."
"if you don't mind, I will save the applauding for after I know you a little better."
"Suit yourself." The young man sitting in Ryann's backseat looked to be about eighteen. He was as see through as Jess had become just before she left. He reminded Ryan of a young version of George Clooney. "Anyways, as I was saying, my name is Mark and I am here at the request of Jessica. She can't come back to you yet but she can communicate with you if you allow her too.
"Is she alright? What happened to her?"
"She is fine for now. She was projecting too long and needed to rest. If she doesn't do that, her physical body will lose touch with her. If that happens... well, she would be trapped in this world forever. Not a good place to be for eternity."
"What does she need me to do?"
"She needs you too drive to Dallas and find her body. Joshua did find out that she was out of body and came looking for her. He couldn't stay locked on to her but he got her on her way out of the car. There must be something about you or the car that won't allow him to follow her that close."
"Is that a good thing?"
"Yea, it is. Whatever it is, it keeps you safe and kept him from seeing who you are or where you are driving to."
"O.k. then, let's find her and be done with this stuff. Ask her the location, please."
"Hang tight buddy. I am trying here. She said beside it is an old airplane hanger. It appears to be empty. On the other side of where she is there is a metal building. It looks to be some sort of old corn mill. that should get us into the area, She can't help us anymore right now. Joshua is coming back soon."
"Then we will find the place she is in and then sit there until she tells us differently. How is it that you know Jess?"
"She is my sister, Ryan, and I need to get her out of there."
"We will find a way, Mark. That is a promise.
"Ouch!" Mark crllllied out. His body moved across the back seat. He slammed into the door and it caused the car to swerve a bit. "God have Mercy! Help me Ryan, please, help me. Joshua is hurting Jess badly. When he hurts her, I feel it too. But if I let it go, then I will lose her and I don't want to right now. She needs me, needs Us Ryan."
Ryan slammed on the brakes as a figure stepped in front of his car. He stopped inches from the figure. He watched as the figure touched the car. The car iced over instantly. Mark watched as the doors locked again. The figure was solid now. He walked to Marks window and with his finger, he touched it and the window shattered. His voice was loud and echoed into the car.
"You have chosen a poor friend to pick up, Ryan. I will wait until you leave the car and then, I am going to kill you...

When White meets Black... Chapter 2

Ryan had little choice but to sit and listen to her. She had caused the car to come to a halt and the sound of the doors locking said it all. He sat looking at Jessica...through her more than at her.She turned towards him and he felt himself push back towards his own door. Her face became a sad look.
"Why do you recoil from me as if I am your enemy? If I had meant you harm, it would have already been finished. I need your help, but before I can ask that of you, I must explain myself."
"You? You need my help!? Well we can be sure it isn't with fixing or stopping a car engine. What can I do that you can't?!"
"If you will listen to me, perhaps you will have the answer you seek. I am an empathic. I feel what others feel, sometimes more severe than they do. I am also what is known as an Astral Projector. I can remove myself from my physical body and travel to other places."
"Do you feel things here? Can you feel the rain or if I touched you, would you feel it?"
"Yes, this body can feel things as can my physical body. I feel them differently yes but I do feel them. My body is wet from the rain as would be yours but I do not FEEL the wetness on my skin like you do nor do I feel the coldness. We are not so different than you except that We move freely, without restrictions."
"Yea, I did a thesis on this in college. A man named Robert Monroe wrote a lot about it and I learned some things from his writing. I used his procedure once to try it. Maybe that is why I am not shocked at what you are telling me. At least you aren't a ghost or something, trying to haunt me."
"Perhaps that is the reason my soul was drawn to you, Ryan. You know this is real. I do need to tell you why I am here. I do not know how much time I have." The locks on the doors suddenly released. "I don't think you are going anywhere. Would you prefer to drive as we talk now?"
"We are fine right here. My meeting will wait. I am in no hurry to have my butt reamed anyways."
Jessica's smile broadened and Ryan thought how very beautiful she really was.
"Thank you for that Ryan... you are quite the looker yourself."
Ryan smiled at her and combed back his hair with his fingers. Truly, he was a nice looking man. At six foot three, his blondish hair and baby blue eyes were a perfect match. Working out at the company Gym kept his body well toned, though not overly done. He settled back to listen to Jessica's story.
"I am Jessica Langley and I am 27 years old. Two years ago I met and fell madly in love with a man. He was everything I dreamed of and more. He had a career established and owned his own home and two vehicles. Every woman's dream right?"
"Damn, I guess that leaves me out of a lot of women's dreams huh?"
"You are fine just as you are, Ryan. You have no worries. Joshua was as I said, everything a woman could ask for. He had only one little flaw. his favorite past time was beating up ladies. He wasn't particular really but enjoyed mostly the "home" entertainment. That would be Me! I endured it for two years and can't even give you a good reason why. Two weeks ago I told him I was leaving. He of course tried to convince me to change my mind. His convincing landed me in the hospital with a broken jaw and bruises from one end of my body to the other."
"I am so sorry that he did that to you. I would..."
"It doesn't matter right now. What matters is that he has taken me from the hospital. I am in a room in an old motel right now."
"I can just call the police and tell them where you are then. We can save you if you tell me where you are."
"No, you must listen to me. Joshua can do the very things I can do. He may even be able to find me here. I don't know the extent of his projections. Some are stronger than others. If he suspects that someone is coming to save me, he will simply kill me."
"Why does he want you dead? He doesn't want you to testify against him, right."
"I wish it were something that simply. A week ago I projected to where he was. I found him in a warehouse filled with cages. Inside the cages were... God I couldn't believe my own eyes."
"What did you see, Jessica!?"
"Ryan, he had young girls and boys inside the cages. He sells them to people for slaves and God knows what else. I can't even think about it. There were two girls, maybe fifteen years old that wer crying. Joshua walked to the cage and pushed a button on the side-rail. The girls jumped around screaming and I knew then that he was shocking them."
Her tears began and Ryan reached out to hug her. His arms went through her and he hit his head and mouth on the window behind her. His body went ice cold the instant he passed through her. He could taste the blood as it trickled from his lips. Sucking on them and rubbing his now bruised forehead, he sat back quickly.
"Damn, that was just plain stupid! Crap!"
"I am so sorry for that, Ryan. Normally you could have felt me but I am weak and so my projection is weak also. Please forgive me." She cried harder now
"It's alright, Jess, it really is. Can I call you Jess?"
"Of course you can."
"So he is selling children to the highest bidder. But I can send someone to that place too. Surely you must know where it is!"
"Ryan, I must finish so I can return to my body and regenerate. When I saw the girls jumping, I gasped. Because Joshua is so strong, he heard me. He tried to find me but I stayed hidden. When he took my body, he told me that if I spoke out, He would kill me and then kill all the people I had just seen. I found a list of all of his contacts and took it with me. He knows I have it and as Long as I do, he has to keep me alive. The list has names of some very big people. They would consider him better dead than alive. He has to find that list and soon."
"Tell me where they are and I will go in and get them out! Please, I want to help."
"No Ryan, he will see you and kill you for sure."
"No... we can do this Jessica!"
She stared at Ryan for a moment. "The place that he has them is Dallas. A wareh..."
As Ryan listened, suddenly Jessica began to fade more. She was almost completely invisible now and her voice was very soft. Ryan moved closer to her to hear her last words. "I will be back. So weak now. Must regenerate my self. Please know I will be back."
Ryan heard her scream out. "Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."
"Jessica, what's wrong!?!?! What is happening?"
"Joshua, noooooooooooooooooooo."
Those were the last words that Ryan heard from Jessica as she completely faded away. What had just happened. Ryan was sure that Joshua had somehow found her. He put the car in gear and headed for Dallas. He would find them... and then he would save Jessica.

When White meets Black... Chapter 1

His passenger had road silent for nearly 50 miles. Ryan wondered what had possessed him that he stopped and picked this total stranger. He had a rule not too and yet when he saw her standing by the road, he automatically pulled over. Perhaps it was the rain that had been coming down for nearly 3 hours that made him stop. Maybe the fact that it would be dark soon made his mind fog over. For whatever reason, sitting beside him now was a lady... a girl really, soaked to the bone and looking as if she had not seen anything even remotely close to a shower in a long time. He guessed her to be in her early twenties but Ryan never was very good at guessing ages. She was a pretty girl and from the quick glance Ryan had caught of her facing him, her green eyes could stop a freight train. She had full lips and her dress was tight to her body from the rain. He could see the contour of her slim body and she seemed to curve exactly where they should. He wanted to know more about this young beauty sitting beside him.
Ryan thought that perhaps if he spoke first it might break the ice a little. It was at the very least worth a try.
"So, I am traveling to Laredo for a meeting with my bosses. It seems they have a problem with the way i am handling the business in Nebraska. I take care of transfers of funds to foreign countries for them. Sometimes I pass on tips for where the money market is going and I guess they don't like that.I do what I think is best for the..."
"Do you think we could just not talk? I really have no interest in what you do for a living. I just needed a ride but maybe that was too much to ask for."
Ryan was shocked at the young girls response to his talking. He stared at the young girl and shook his head. What ever had caused her to be on the road tonight, it was still with her and she was not willing to talk of it. Ryan however, was not one to give up easily. the worst she could do was either ignore him, which she had done since accepting the ride, or get out. either way, it was not going to keep him awake at night.
"You know nothing of me! You think me an idiot but I am Not!I would not leave the vehicle to stand in the storm I just got out of! There are things you have no idea of that I can do. Reading your thought is just one of them."
Ryan stared again, not knowing what to say. He was almost afraid to think and he found himself trying to shut down any thoughts he did not want her to read. he suddenly wished he had simply kept on driving and never picked her up.
"Look, all i was trying to do was make conversation. I didn't mean to get you all riled up. I thought maybe you could use a little friendly chit chat. I will just shut up for now."
Suddenly the vehicle began to slow down. Ryan stepped on the gas but nothing was happening. He could feel the hairs on his neck beginning to stand up. As he looked at her, she smiled.
"I am, for future knowledge, Jessica. I am not what I appear to be. And I can do things your mind can not even imagine."
The car came to a complete stop. "We will set here for a little while. I will tell you who I am and what I am. You will perhaps understand me, but maybe, you will choose not to believe. If that is so then I have been wrong in my choice of strangers to choose you to pick me up."
As she spoke, the windows fogged over inside the car. Ryan felt a chill run up and down his back and neck. The fog was so thick that the seats felt damp. All he could think was what had he driven into? What kind of woman was this sitting beside him? As he looked at Jessica, he had to close his eyes and re-open them. He was sure it was just from the fog.
"Jessica, it looks like I am looking right through you. How is that possible? Who ARE you!!?? What Are you!?"
"Please Ryan, I want to explain...

Now you see it, Now... you dont??? Bipolar

A mind is a funny thing. It has the ability to not only work our minds but also hearts and lives. Sometimes, things happen that we don't even see coming. I look at myself and at others I know that suffer from the same afflictions I have and I realize that many things in my life or orchestrated by the disorder. I am of course talking about Bipolar and how it effects my every day. I think about the health issues that come with it that are seldom mentioned. Particularly, the anxiety attacks. To those that have loved ones or friends that are bipolar, I say this. Just because you don't see it, doesn't mean it doesn't exist. People so often say to me or to those closest to me "I don't see anything wrong with him. He acts normal around me." Those words may be partly true. But there are reasons why that may be.
Let's take a back injury for a moment as a similarity. People have back injuries sometimes that may not always flare or give signs when others are around. It certainly does NOT in any way mean that there is no suffering. Perhaps when you saw them they weren't hurting to badly. Maybe you didn't know what to look for. The back injury is so much like being bipolar. The reasons you don't see the disorder may be the fact that you don't always no what you are looking for. There are often times, especially when i am around friends or family that I muster up everything I have inside of me to make sure that no one sees my twitches or hears my outbursts. It makes people uncomfortable and therefore causes me to feel strange or embarrassed. But while i am striving to keep composed, the anxiety builds with in me and causes my heart to race {also unseen by the naked eye} and my breathing to be laboured. Few things in this life are more terrifying than an anxiety attack. they place a lot of stress on the body and fog the mind so that a decision is all but impossible to make. So the fact that someone doesn't see me in a huge panic unless hives break out or it is just becomes too much to hold in does not mean I am Alright.
One of the reasons that this disorder is so often not diagnosed or misdiagnosed is because many try to keep it hidden. The world still doesn't completely accept it and they know too little about it to really want to get to close to it. What loved ones, family, friends do not understand is that by not wanting to accept it or by saying "get over it" or "It's all in your head, let it go" they place us in the position to have anxiety attacks and to seek out somewhere to hide so that no one sees us. That stress alone ages our bodies and stresses or hearts and bodies. So sad that by simply loving us and trying, just trying to understand, that it can do so many things for us. It can relieve so much stress and give us a chance not to freak and not to have the panic attacks.
So please, I write this to say "Just because you can not see it does NOT mean it isn't there. Learn, take time to ask and find the signs, sometimes subtle, that may tell you that we are feeling boxed in or that we are feeling the need for air. That to me shows more love than anything else you could possibly ever do. I just felt the need to write this as it truly is an issue today, even in my own little world.
Hugsssss to you all... always Darrel.

Love...

I was doing a bit of reading yesterday and some thoughts came to my mind. I know, a little scary but none the less, I Was thinking. lol I was thinking about relationships and how we treat our partner. I think the way we treat them comes back around to our own lives and hearts. They are with us daily, whether your Love is next to you or 5000 miles away and looking at you through a screen, they are with you. I won't go into a long talk on how real people in your net circle are very real, I have covered that many times for you. Suffice to say that no matter where they are or how you choose to talk with them, they are as real as any friend that you might meet face to face.
Soooooooooooo, anyways, lol... I was thinking about your relationship with the one you love. I thought about the way Sheila and I treated one another. We made certain that we never in 24 years, raised our voices to one another nor did we ever go to bed angry with each other. Not that we never disagreed, of course we did. But we always talked things out and finished our day with hugs and kisses. Love is that way.
I thought about the difference in loving someone so much you would give anything, do anything and be sure nothing ever came across as harsh or cruel. There is even a line that separates the way a couple gives to one another in the physical way that places a line down and separates lust and love. And I do believe that both exist even in a marriage or partnership as some may be called. This I will come back to in a moment or two. First, I want again to talk about how we treat our loved one. If we are to want respect and caring then we must always be sure we are giving the same. Couples have ways of saying "I love you" without ever saying a spoken word. You have to give of yourself, be willing to do whatever it takes to allow your love to know that you are thinking of them. When you are not together as sitting near one another or able to see each other eye to eye, you can leave the knowledge with them that they are with you and on your mind and heart no matter where you might be. That takes time and it is something that doesn't come by oral words but by a feeling that grows, a bond that forms between two people in love. The kind of oneness that lets other notice you finishing one anothers sentences, knowing what the other is thinking just by looking in their eyes. Love is a mutual walk and unless both of you walk along the same path, distance grows and you become strangers.
I mentioned that their can be love and lust, even in a relationship based on pure Love. Though it seems that it might not fit into a common marriage, sometimes the desire simply comes on and takes over and you find the two of you making a way to be alone for a few. this is of course up to each couple. Sometimes, it keeps a fire going that fills in a relationship nicely.
I don't know why i wrote this today. Just something that was on my mind. Read it and think about how you and your partner treat one another. Do you give the respect back that you expect to receive? Do you show her how special she is? Do you leave her with the knowledge that she is with you no matter where you are or what you are doing/ Those things coupled with good communication are to me the foundation of love.

Does alone make sadness or does sadness make alone?

Often times people say to a friend "I know you are alone, but I wish you weren't sad. I have also heard "if she/he smiled a little more perhaps he/she would not be so alone." So I ask, is a person destined to be alone as long as they remain sad? Will a person always feel sad when they are alone?
First to the alone because they are sad. Hmmmm??? What about "Misery does love company."? Wouldn't that mean that people would be drawn to someone sad? Would not "like minds" be attracted to their sadness and therefore surround the sad person? In that way of thinking, and i am only using the saying that has been passed down for centuries I am sure, then no sad person would ever be alone...
On the other side of the coin, because a person is alone, does that mean they are sad? I for one can survive nicely for quite sometime without someone with me all the time. I enjoy my quiet time, my alone time and find that sometimes, it is Just what the doctor ordered. Being bipolar certainly helps to make me a little more at ease with alone but I don't know that it is the complete reason for me not always being sad to be alone.
I think the answer to these two questions is easier than the question itself. lol... It is the person it involves, their lifes situations and where they have been and are in their lives. And I think that to make each of the two situations not such a terrible place to be, a person simply has to take each situation and make it a place to learn and grow...

Blogging... what makes a blog-site worth a look???

What is a blog site and what draws people to certain sites time and time again? Blogs can be anything we want them to be. Many times they are a diary or chronology of peoples daily thoughts and/or actions. They can be impersonal and business like or they can reach into the very depths of ones soul. Often times, a blog site offers a person a place to put thoughts and feelings down in type that they would never feel comfortable writing or revealing any-where else... and certainly never face to face with someone. It is a place to even be controversial and confrontational at times without the anxieties of looking a person in the eyes as you argue. Something many people have trouble doing. The subject lines often dictate what the contents will be. Many use their sites for poetry and lyrics. Some use it as a "sounding board" for new projects they are working on. They may be writing a novel or a song or poem and want to see how others think it is sounding. It allows them to get a feel of where they are at with writing before they allow their publisher to see the works. It also can be a chance to vent some feelings and see if they are on-track with the rest of the world.
But what brings a person back to a certain site? What characteristics make it appealing, sometimes even alluring to the roaming eye of the Internet world? After-all, there are 20 bazillion bloggers out in the cyber world and twice that many readers. The subject matter is I think the biggest draw. A person is often looking for articles or poems pertaining to a specific subject. For example, if you are looking for a new diet or recipe or even new knowledge concerning an illness, blogs are a great place to start. People's personal experiences will often give way to a more compassionate and deeper understanding of an issue than the "matter of fact" answers given by a medical or professional site. That is NOT to say in any way that the direct sites to medical or for that matter any subject is not to be read as well. It simply means that there are times that people need a gentler more family or friend orientated answer to a question.
Tags or labels are also used to help a person find sites and/or articles on a certain subject. The tags guide the searcher quicker to what they are looking for. Again, the tags will help to increase traffic flow {readers are called traffic} to your website. But getting back to the original question, I think it is a mixture of things that draw people back to a blog site. There needs to be a feeling of connecting to the blog and the person writing. The blogs need to be something that captures the readers interest. Give them a REASON to want to come back and see what you have written. Give to the reader the feeling that they are important to you and that you want to write about things they are looking for.
The talents of writing on-line are fabulous and there are so many sites a reader can choose from. YOURS needs to be a little bit the same and a LOT of different or unique to keep the people coming back. Here, on-line, just like anywhere else, word of mouth is a powerful tool.It is also a sharp sword. It can cut you if you aren't careful and the traffic to your site may drop. The things you write about may seem offensive to some or be confusing at times but to others it may be exactly what they were searching for.
To keep people coming back for more, the site should offer something that is intelligent or gives a new out-look on an old subject. It can be informative and it can be silly and fun. People are always looking for something that tickles their sides or expands the things they may know about.The truth is, sometimes you just have to find a niche, write and hope that people find your writing, no matter how silly, how strange, how scary or deep from your heart it is. It's your blog so write... and do it from your heart. That always gives reason to come back for another look. Always, Darrel

Head or Heart... who should lead???

A simple question asked here and yet not simple to answer. Should you follow your head or your heart in your daily decisions? Does the issue you are trying to resolve make a difference? Yes, the event or the situation we are trying to decide for does make a huge difference. You would not need nor would you try to listen to your heart concerning wall-paper or a new couch. These are things that are decided on with your head. Will it match the furniture? Is it going to be in my budget? Answers that will come from logical deduction and personal likes.
Other issues, such as love or moving away or moving on... they are much harder. Listen to your head when you are falling in love? That is like quitting smoking, cold turkey. When you sit and dissect feelings of love, you cut away sometimes the most important things. Perhaps you have fallen in love or feel yourself falling for someone on-line. People will for sure say "Please, think about it. You have no idea who this person really is. Use your head!" LOVE rarely allows us that luxury. Maybe we can use our heads{gentlemen, that is the one on your shoulders lol} sometimes when we are loving someone. We can cut and slice and make a list of all the why we shoulds and why we should nots. I think if one needs to do that, perhaps they really should use their head. But emotions take over our hearts often without any help from our heads. We only know that we feel emotions for this person. A desire and need to be with them and feel one with them. We may say, using our heads "They are so far away " or "they are so different" "It can never work", but our hearts tell us to follow a path that in all likelihood will end in hurt or loss. And for me, I am a forever romantic and follow my heart into places that my head KNOWS I should not go.
Why? I think because the feeling of falling in love, the very essence of being loved back in that way are too beautiful to pass by. As Garth Brooks so wonderfully croons to us... "I could have missed the pain... but then i would have missed the Dance." Decisions based on emotions can be tornadic and intense, but they can also be the beautiful experience you will ever share with someone.
Brains for yard work... Your Heart for Love. It truly is a subject that touches us all sooner or later.
Always, Darrel

A little more about Bipolar... or maybe the same.

It is quiet here today. I look out of my window and wish for Spring. Not so different than anyone else. I see signs that it won't be too much longer and yet the forecast says "more snow." The quiet is almost deafening today and yet a part of me is wishing for it to stay. Sometimes people mistake my desires, I think the desires of most bipolars, when I say I want to be alone. Alone isn't always what it may be to others. Certainly there are times when alone, in silence is exactly where I want to be. We all do from time to time. But my "alone" is sometimes a very different kind.
Have you ever felt very alone in a crowd? Of course you have or at least most have. But being alone isn't always about the silence. It is about that feeling of wanting to be somewhere that people are, but with people you do not know. In that crowd, you can relax a bit and not feel as if you are being watched. It can be loud and yet so very relaxing and silent. Do I make any sense at all? It makes perfect sense to me. The silence I have here with me today isn't that kind. It is the kind that allows my mind to run rampant. It allows my thoughts to seem like a 6 lane highway with a bottle-neck effect happening. The thoughts viaing for a place to get out and yet the alone only makes room for more thoughts to push in from behind.
Those of you that live with a loved one that is bipolar might see this from time to time without really understanding why the inflicted acts so different now and then. They say to leave them alone and you do. You are then confronted with an anxietic loved one and all you know is that you did exactly what they asked you to do. They touch your hand and they snuggle up to you. You respond in like and they push you away as if you had done something wrong. Welcome to the world of roller-coastering. A world that there are times you could not do right even if it WAS right a second ago. This is where I am today with my silence. A place that has me screaming "where are you... I need you" and yet my heart races at the thought that you might actually show up and I would then have to deal with that issue. Sadly, it is a no-win situation for those that love us so dearly.
Make no mistake about this. It is no less confusing for me or for your loved one that suffers from this disorder than it is for you. The ride is no less hard on my insides than it is on yours. And I hate this being me as much as you must hate not knowing whether to stay or go when I ask you to do either. Will you be a hero or the door to my next Low? I can't answer for you what I can not answer for my own self. I only know today... this very minute, I want the silence that is the noise of strangers. I want to mix and mingle and smile and talk and not know one single person I have spoken to when the day is over. I want to hear the loudness and feel it silent in my soul. Quiet isn't always my friend nor always my enemy. Today, it threatens me... threatens to take me where I really would rather not go.
So the next time you do exactly what your loved one has asked of you, do not feel bad if it has the opposite effect that you expected. It may actually have been exactly... what they were asking for. Silence, it has so many meanings, so many emotions, so many highs and lows. I just want to grab one of them today. At this point, I don't know that I care which. Always, Darrel

A Family on the Run. The Ending...........

The Sheriff just stared at Frank for a minute as if he were trying to read his mind. He looked down at Allyn. "Don't you go dieing yet. I want your family to enjoy that moment. As for me, I just want to prove you Can die. Some of the people paying me are beginning to believe you can't." He motioned for one of the deputies to turn the T.V. on. "Let's see what is on the "tube" that you think would interest me, Frank."
The deputy did as he was told and began flipping through the channels. Some had movies and others were either Info-mercials or talk shows. He went through the channel listing twice. Frank's heart began to speed up as channel after channel proved to be nothing but the regular shows. Even the local news channels talked only of weather and daily news. His mind was racing as he looked at the beaten body of his friend laying on the floor. A man that had come to him, entrusted the life of his family to him and he had let them all down. He watched as Allyn turned his bloodied face to look up at him.
"I am sorry, my old friend. I meant to help you and it looks like I delivered you right into the hands of the devil himself. Forgive me for that."
The Sheriff smiled at Frank. "Well it is interesting that you would mention the Devil, Frank, Although I think you hurt my feelings comparing me to him." The Sheriff punched Frank in the stomach so hard that it dropped him to his knees. Frank coughed and choked as he stood back up. "After-all, they say the "road to Hell is paved with good intentions. Alright... I have waited long enough for whatever great revelation I was supposed to see! I want to know where the rest of this "un-killable" family is and I want to know Now!!!!" The Sheriff punched Frank again, this time so hard that Frank spit blood. "I am going to find them and when I do, because of this garbage here, I am going to take my time killing them. Who knows, I might even let the boys re-live "Prom Night."
As the Sheriffs words faded, Allyn pulled himself from the ground. As if suddenly possessed by insanity, he pulled the legs out from under the deputy nearest him. As the sheriff turned to watch him fall, Frank double fisted him in the back of the neck. The Sheriff fell forward onto his desk, spilling everything on it to the floor. Allyn was on his feet and beating back the second deputy. He managed to wrestle the mans gun free of it's holster and hit the deputy on the back of the head, knocking him out.
"That's it!" The room went silent at Allyn's outburst. "I am already a dead man. You said it yourself Sheriff! Do you think I care at this point who I kill!!??!! Now back off or you will be the first one to go! Tell your men to stand down or I'll blow you a new breathing hole in your head!"
The Sheriff did as he was told and his men stepped back. Frank took their guns and tossed all but one under the desk. "You just made the biggest mistake of your life, Boy!"
Allyn shook his head. "No Sheriff, you did when you first decided to come looking for my family." Allyn pointed at the T.V. "I think you are going to like this next show. It's called "This Was your life!" He reached forward and turned the volume up.
{{"The National Guard has already been put into to motion and should have the Sheriff's office managed in just a few minutes. Reports are still sketchy but according to very reliable sources, this reporter has learned that the cover up of Prince Raineed's apparent suicide has been broken. Sources say that the young Prince did not commit suicide nor was his girlfriend murdered by a member of the LaCrosse family. She was apparently killed the same night as the Prince, though my sources say the Princes' death was not suppose to happen. FBI agent as well as Government Officials are at the Governors Mansion as we speak, the cover-up believed to go this high. The District Attorneys Office is issuing warrants all over the State."}}
As they all watched the news, the front of the Sheriffs office suddenly was filled with National Guardsmen. They settled outside of the Sheriffs Office. The Sheriff just shook his head. "I guess you are un-killable. Damn, I hate you!"
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{One week later} "Well Allyn, it looks like they have rounded up the last of the ones involved in the murder and cover up. Our people have spoken to the Princes' family and they are working through all the Red tape. The sheriff's life isn't going to be a good one, for sure. I am sure somewhere he will meet one or two people he tossed in the Can."
"Frank, we would probably not even be alive today if not for you. We wish we had some better way to say thank you."
"You are alive, Diana. That is enough thanks. Besides, I have been offered a position with the new Governors Office. I think though that I am going to go back to Omaha and just be a cop."
"The Princes' family has talked with us. They are building us a new home and well, we are getting a little help from our own Government too, as thanks for bringing the truth out. We have some dark sun glassed men that seem to be our new companions as well. I think in a year, we won't even remember all of this."
"Are you kidding, Dad. I will still be writing books about this one then. They are calling us "The Unstoppables." Who knows, we may even be a cartoon or something."
They all just laughed together as they watched Sherry walking away. She threw her head back and smiled as she called out "No problem getting a date to the Prom this year, guys..."

I hope that you have enjoyed this as much as I have. Thank you from my heart for reading the story. Always, Darrel

A Family on the Run. 6th part

Sherry kept pressure on Leo's arm as best she could. She dabbed a cold towel across his forehead to try and keep him cool. Diana relieved her now and then to give her arm a rest. Tim leaned forward to listen to what Allyn and Frank were talking about.
"I knew the Sheriff was crooked. I could tell just by the way he reacted to my call."
"Frank, how did he know to call you? I am confused about that."
"He looked through your records from the court house, I am sure. He found someone that you might still be connected too and called. I am certain mine was not the only call he made.The problem we have now is that he will know soon that his men did not take us out. He seems to have resources at his disposal that get him where ever he wants to go. If the Governor is involved in this then he has unlimited aide."
"You mentioned a friend in the D.A.'s office."
"Not in the D.A.'s office, Allyn... he is the D.A. Straight as an arrow and true to his profession. He will make this all right. We just have to get there and the Sheriff isn't making it easy for us."
They drove on through rain and fog for the next several hours. Every car that passed them made them all go silent until it was out of site. The sign for Akron came up just as the Sun was doing the same. The Sun burned off the fog and the rain had stopped.
"Thirty miles and we will be there. I had lied to the Sheriff about my arrival time in hopes of surprising him but that was washed away when those friends of his tried to kill us. He will have a good idea of when we will get there now. Once we make it into town, things are going to be fast. I have to change my plans now that Leo is hurt. I am going to need all of you for this to work. I don't like putting your lives in danger but I..."
"Frank" Diana said as she touched his shoulder, "and we have been where with our lives since this started? Just tell us what you need. We are one tough family to kill."
"Thank you Diana. We are going to need to split up when we get there. Sherry, I will drop you and Leo off at the E.R. at Akron Medical. You need to tell them that he is your father. Leo has a false I.D. on him. Take it out of his wallet and that is who is is for now. They wont be able to pull much up on him except what we put in his files. You are Cloe. Stay with him and see that they take good care of him. Do not leave the hospital for any reason, please."
"I will stay right with him, Frank."
"Tim, you are going to go to the newspaper. I have all the information you will need. Give the papers to a Mark Longfield. No one else but him. Ask him if you can stay in his office as a favor to me. He will know what to do with the papers. Diana, I need you to go to the television station. Give the same papers to a Sid Mackey. He will keep you safe until he does what he needs to do. I am going to need you, Allyn, to be my back. We are going to go to the Sheriff's Office. It could get real ugly there so I am going to deputize you. If we pull this off, you will never have to worry about any of this ever again. We have one more stop to make before we do anything else."
Frank turned off onto a side road. He drove until he came to a junk yard.
"Stay here and I will be right back." Frank walked to a trailer used as an office. HE was met at the door by a man dressed in greasy clothes. He looked as if he had not washed in a very long time.
"Frank,what the hell brings you to this part of town? I thought you were living in Nebraska."
"Mike... I need a huge favor. You can't ask questions. I just need a van to borrow. I will return it as soon as I am done."
"Done with what?"
"See, you already asked a question. This is very important and I haven't got much time. Can you do this for me?"
"You got my brother and his girlfriend out of jail for me. I owe you big time."
"Well then it is pay-day, my friend. What you see you never saw, right?" "I understand, Frank. I will be right back."
Mike returned, driving a Chevy Blazer. "It's the best I have here right now. But the windows are tinted nicely. Had an idea you might want that."
"It will do just fine, Mike. Thank you." Frank backed the Blazer up to the van. Mike watched as they moved Leo to the back of the vehicle. The others piled in one after the other. "You need to hide this van somewhere until I come back for it. And remember, you never saw a thing here."
With a nod, Frank drove back towards town. There were police cars at nearly every intersection. Frank knew that was not the "norm" for the Sheriff. He was pulling out all the stops to catch them. He drove to the hospital and went inside and got a gurney. Loading Leo onto it, he squeezed Sherry's hand. "It will be alright, just do as I asked you to."
"I am good. I will make sure they take good care of him. Just bring my family back, please." Frank thought how sad it was that the teens had to become so very grown up in such a short time. He wished he could have done things differently for them.
He dropped Tim off first and after seeing him get inside safely, he dropped Diana off. "You take care of my husband, Frank. We still have a lot of living to do."
"I will bring him back safely to you. Just don't leave here without us." They watched her go inside and then headed towards Mid-town where the Sheriff's office was located. He saw Allyn look back towards where they had left Diana. "She is in good hands, Allyn."
"How do you know that for sure, Frank. Everyone and anyone could be a suspect."
"These men I trust with my life. They are good men and all served with me at one time or another. They won't let us down, that I do know. You need to focus on us now. If we don't do this right, then it will be you and I they are mourning for."
"What are we doing, Frank? You better let me in on the plan."
"Just follow my lead. Remember the Gulf War and you will be fine." Frank pulled up to the Sheriff's office. "You stay put and lay down on the seat for a minute. I will be right back out. If I don't come out, take this Blazer and go to the t.v. station. That is your safest bet. He will help get your family out safely." With that said, Frank got out of vehicle and walked inside the office.
"I need to see the Sheriff please." The deputy looked up at him and then back down again. Frank leaned forward and took the guy by the shirt. He snarled at him and said "Tell him Frank is here!" He shoved him back and the man got up and went to the back office.
"Frank" he heard someone say. He looked up and saw a heavy set man coming towards him. "I wasn't expecting you until later. What a pleasant surprise." He led Frank back to his office and shut the door. As the door slammed frank shoved him against the desk. "Listen you piece of... You aren't even worthy of a name! You knew damn well when I would get here. You sent those two goons to take me out long before I even got rolling! You can pick their remains up along the highway!"
"Frank, you are really in way deeper than you could imagine. You are a dead man walking."
"Is that what you think? You think I drove all the way here just to die!?"
"You must have... you came. Did you bring your friends along?"
"Oh, I brought them. In fact, you should be seeing them real soon."
"Let's not dance o.k.? We can be done with this and you can go back to your Omaha or where ever it is you live and forget about this whole thing."
Frank saw the sheriff motion to someone down the hall. The door opened and Allyn was tossed inside. Blood ran down his face as he looked up at Frank.
"Look what my men found while they were snooping around your truck. Now all we need is three more and we can be done." He walked over and kicked Allyn in the stomach. "This one wont be around to see the end of the show though."
As Frank lunged forward, the Sheriff hit his with his elbow. It caught Frank in the face and sent him backwards. "No, no Frank... you be a good boy or I will kill you first! Now where is the rest of this family!?!?! I am tired of this game!
"The rest of them? The rest of them are busy right now making sure that you never do this again. In fact, if you turn your t.v. on, I think you might be impressed."

A Family on the Run. 5th part

"I thought this man was your friend Dad!? He just locked us up in a huge cell. What do you classify as a friend!?"
Allyn stood staring at his daughter. He himself had no idea what to say. It was Diana that spoke out. "You do not speak to your father that way, young lady! He did what he thought was going to be best for us! I am sure Frank just wants to keep us away from people that want us dead."
"Why did they let that man go Dad? HE did try to kill us."
"I know he did Son. I am trying to sort it all out too. I hope that 25 years of knowing a man and trusting him pays off. Frank has always been true to his honor and I trust him to be that this time."
"People change Dad."
"Not Frank, Tim. We went through the Gulf War together. When he was ordered to pull back, we still had men in the field. Frank turned off his radio and led 12 men through that hot desert to bring them back. He took a bullet in his left shoulder saving one man. That man would have died if not for Frank. He lost his commission and was downgraded to a Sargent. It took a lot out of him and he left the service a year later."
"Well, I am glad for the man or men he saved but it still doesn't mean he hasn't changed."
"Tim... I trust in him because that man he took the bullet for, was me."
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"I would really like to bring them to you myself. I don't know who is and who isn't and I want to know that you get them. I will leave within the Hour so that puts us to you tomorrow around noon. And Sheriff... when you get them, I do not want to know. Are you understanding me?"
"I read you loud and clear, Frank. I will give you the ummm, reward money when you get here."
"Don't insult me!! I don't want your money. Just clean this mess up and be done with me."
Frank hung the phone up and went down the hall. He asked Leo, one of his most trusted officers and a good friend to help him make the delivery. Leo had never questioned Frank's actions before and he would not do so now. Frank depended on that loyalty. He walked into the holding cell room. An officer was half asleep, sitting at his desk. Frank kicked the chair and almost knocked the officer on the floor.
"Get up and open the cell door. Then go find something to do before I cite you for sleeping on the job!"
The officer opened the cell, layed the keys on the desk and made a hasty retreat. Frank walked into the cell and began removing the handcuffs from the family. He avoided their eyes as each one stepped away from him. He finally reached for Allyn's cuffs. Allyn pulled away from him.
"Stand still so i can get those cuffs off, please."
"What, we are not hardened criminals now? You think we might be safe to be around?"
"Please Allyn, you have to trust me. Until we are on the road, there is little more than I can say to you."
Allyn held his hands out and Frank removed the cuffs. Sherry walked over to Frank and slapped his face. Frank did not move but Allyn did.
"No Sherry, this isn't the way to do things."
"My father trusted you! HE believed in you and this is how you repay that trust!? You are no better than the men who tried to kill us!"
"I need to take you all to Ohio. I am returning you to the Sheriff there."
Diana could believe the words she was hearing. Her mouth sat agape as she listened to Frank talk. She looked over at Allyn and saw the look of shock written all over his face. This man that he had trusted with his life, his families life was nor betraying him. She felt a terrible sadness for the man she loved so much.
"Allyn, Diana..." his voice was a whisper now, "You will just have to draw on that trust and stand by it. I can't say anything more here."
He led them out of their cell and Leo followed him out to the police van that they were driving to Ohio. Frank signed the out and after everything was secure they were on their way to Ohio. The rain threatened to come back and the sky was beginning to darken. It would be nightfall very soon.
"Leo, open the cage so that I can talk to Allyn, please." Leo did as he was asked without question. Allyn moved forward so he was seated directly behind Frank and Leo.
"I thank you for trusting me, Allyn. I would not ever let a friend down. I think you knew that."
"I did, Frank. We go back way to far and have seen to much together. But I need to ask you something. What are we doing going back to Ohio. You know they will kill us as soon as they can."
"The only way I can get close enough to help you is to be directly in front of this Sheriff and his people."
"What about him?" Allyn nodded towards Leo.
"Allyn, this is Leo. HE is my most trusted officer and also the God Father to my children. His loyalty and friendship is as good as it gets. I trust him with my life. Once we get to Ohio, I will arrange a meeting with the Sheriff. I need to get him away from his helpers to be effective. You will be safe with Leo when I am at the meeting. I will gather as much information as i can and then try and arrest him. Leo will be hearing everything through a wire I am wearing. HE will contact the local paper and television station to be at the jail when we arrive. The media will make it a safe place for us."
They had traveled for 6 hours and the van needed gas. Frank turned into a small gas station. There was a little mom and pop cafe attached to the station. He fueled the van and bought a few snacks for the rest of the trip. The family went over to the cafe and ate a quick meal. It tasted fabulous and was the first real sit down meal they had eaten in weeks. Frank told them it was time to go and they all returned to the van. They had gone an hour down the road. Frank spotted two cars turn on to the road from out of no where. He had not seen them when he passed the spot they came out of. He watched as the cars got closer.
"Damn!"
"What is it, Frank?"
"The credit card!"
"What are you talking about."
"I used the stations credit card to get the gas. That means that if someone wanted to know where we were they would know from the station. Two cars just appeared out of no-where and I don't think it is just a coincidence. I need all of you to lay flat on the floor back there just in case."
Without a word, Allyn and his family snuggled together on the floor of the van. Frank saw the flashing lights go on in his rear view mirror. He knew that stopping would not be an option. Who-ever was behind him had no intentions of merely stopping the van. His experiences in life had made it easy for him to know trouble when it was upon him. These cars were definitely trouble, with a capital T. The cars were now close. One pulled along side the drivers door while the other got as close to the back end without touching the van. The cop in the car next to Frank's window motioned for Frank to pull over. Frank shook his head no and kept driving. The officer held up his revolver and motioned again for him to pull the van off the road. Frank again refused. The officer aimed his revolver at Frank and just as Frank slammed on the brakes he heard the gun fire. The red flame from the gun was easily seen in the darkness that had blanketed the outside. The bullet caught the front panel of the van. It did no harm to the van but the car behind was not so lucky. Frank felt the impact of the second car as it slammed into the back of the van. Screams filled the van and Allyn's family was sent sliding into the rear of the van. Tim's head slammed into the door and he was knocked out. The van door flew open and Allyn and Diana watched as the car slowed down and then burst into flames. They could see the drivers head bouncing off the steering wheel. Suddenly the car was engulfed in flames and exploded. Allyn pulled Diana into his chest and reached out for the door. He pulled it shut and slid back up front. The second cop was still firing at the van. One of the bullets whizzed past Frank and struck Leo in the arm. He winced with pain and used his good arm to aim his gun at the other car. Bullets screaming past Frank entered the other car. One hit the driver in the neck. HE grabbed where the bullet had entered and then the car turned sharply to the left. It's wheels skidded for a hundred yards before grabbing the road. In an instant, it flipped over side after side until it stopped, upside down on the highway. Unable to turn fast enough, the van hit the car straight on. The flames licked the windshield of the van as Frank sped up. He shoved the car to the side and never slowed down.
"Is everyone alright back there!?"
"We are good back here. Tim was knocked out for a minute but he is fine now. Just a headache I suppose."
"It is obvious that they do not want you back alive. We are going to go to Ed Landon's house when we reach Akron. He is the D.A. there. As trusted a friend as Leo. He will finish this for us. We will need to get that arm looked at too, Leo"
There was no response form Leo. Frank shook him and Leo fell forward. Frank saw the blood running down Leo's face. He stopped the van and look at Leo. the bullet had skimmed across Leos brow, enough to knock him out.
"Is he alright!!!!??"
"We need to move him back with you, Sherry. I need you to keep pressure on his arm wound. Allyn, you can ride up front with me. This my friends, is going to be a rough road..."

A Family on the Run. 4th part

"What do you think will happen to that man when we get to Omaha?"
"He tried to kill us, Diana. He will go0 to prison, I would think."
"And the truth? What is going to Happen when this King guy finds out that his son was murdered, no, Assassinated? Are we ever going to be safe again?"
He touched the tips of his fingers to Diana's cheek. "We will be fine, Love. We just need some help. And help is exactly where we are going to right now."
It was almost 7 p.m. when Allyn crossed the huge "Mormon Bridge on the very outskirts of Omaha. He drove slowly through the city, looking at everyone he passed and yet not seeing anything. He wanted only to get to Frank right now. Twice a car had pulled up next to them and Allyn could feel his heart skipping a beat. Every face was a potential enemy and every person, a suspect. Finally reaching the police station, Allyn sat motionless for a short time, wondering what or who he might find inside.
"I need for you kids to stay in the truck with the man until we find out what is going to transpire. If for any reason your mom and I do not come out with in 20 minutes or should officers come out here with out us, Tim, I need you to drive some where away from here. Find a place that looks like it might be safe for a time and wait for us. Here is some money in case you get hungry. Try and stay as hidden as possible. We Will come back to you."
Allyn and Diana walked into the police station. A burly man was standing behind the desk. He looked up and stared at Allyn and Diana as if he were sizing them up. He placed his pen down and nodded at them.
"What can I do for you two?"
"I am here to see Frank Darnell. He is a good friend of mine and we need to talk to him."
Without a word, the officer left the desk and walked down a short hall. He knocked and was told to come in. After just a few minutes, Allyn saw Frank coming out of the room with the officer. Frank reached out and shook Allyn's hand.
"I'll take it from here, Mike. Thank you." The officer nodded as Frank ushered Allyn and Diana into his office. "Tell me what brings you to Omaha, Allyn. Surely you didn't come to site see."
Allyn told Frank the entire story as Frank sat in awe of the tale unwinding before him. As Allyn talked, Frank began looking through old headlines of the local paper, where Allyn and his family had lived for many years.
"The man told you the truth, Allyn. There is a tiny story about your fire and goes on to say that 4 bodies were recovered from the fire. It shows a funeral for the four of you and then there is no mention of it after that. There is an article about the Prince returning to his homeland, but nothing more."
"We have one of the men that was sent to kill us out in his truck."
"Allyn, the word about a family running from the law has trickled down to other stations.Some of the precincts offered help and other declined. Too many holes in the story."
"What story are you talking about, Frank?"
Frank sat silent for a moment. HE took out a paper from his desk and showed it to Allyn and Diana. Diana began to cry as she looked at the paper. "They say that WE are criminals!? How... where did this story come from!?"
"Look, Diana, I know the story is bogus but at the same time, by law, I should be putting you two in a holding cell."
"God, Frank!!!! You can not be seriously thinking about arresting us!" Diana's voice began to get louder. "Look at us, Damn you! Look at these gashes and cuts all over us! Do we look like we killed someone!?"
Allyn was re-reading the paper. {the couple and their two teen aged kids are wanted for questioning in the deaths of John Seals and Christina Lockart. Seals appeared to be stabbed in the throat with what forensics believes to have been a shovel of sorts. Lockart was shot 3 times, once in the head and twice in the back. Both were found in the basement of the Bowing families burned house. Unsure of the connection between the two bodies. The female was wearing a ring inscribed to a Timothy Bowes, the son of Allyn and Diana Bowes. Police are liking the son for the murder of the girl. Possible link is the man was involved with Bowes' girlfriend, Christina and in a jealous rage, Bowes killed them both. Please advise if any of this family are apprehended and expedite them to the Coshocton County. All are to be assumed armed and dangerous.}
"This is bull and you know it, Frank! Why weren't we arrested as soon as we walked in!?"
"Because I told my men that I know you and to let me deal with you, Allyn."
"So now what, Frank? Are you going to arrest us? We came here hoping that at least You would listen and trust us. Now here we sit, wondering if we made a huge mistake in coming here at all."
Just then, the door opened. Tim and Sherry stood in the doorway, both in handcuffs. Sherry ran to her mom and started sobbing. "What is going on here, Mom? They arrested Tim and I and the guy we had tied up is telling the cops we Kidnapped him, for God's sake!!!!!"
"We just need to give Frank time to figure all of this out, right Frank?"
Frank stared at them for a moment. "What I am going to do is for your own safety. I can not keep you safe outside of this jail. I am going to put you in a cell until I can contact the right people."
"You are going to arrest us??? Damn you Frank, I trusted you!!! You can not do this too us!! We didn't kill anyone and you damn well know it!!!"
Frank motioned to two men standing in the doorway. They came inside the room and hand-cuffed Diana and Allyn.
"It's for your own good, Allyn. At least I can watch you here now."
The officers led the four of them away. Frank sat down and dialed a number from his Rolodex. "Coshocton County Sheriff? Yea Stan, I have that family you were looking for. When do you want me to send them your way?"

A Family on the Run. 3rd part

The van careened off the road and followed a path in between trees for a quarter of a mile. As the trees thickened, branches broke off against the van. One low hanging pine penetrated the windshield on Diana's side. It reached inside as if it were talons from some medieval fork lorn, it's claws grabbing her face and tearing the skin from the bridge of her nose to the top of her forehead. As if it had a grudge still unfulfilled, the branch reached out and sliced it's way across Allyn's cheek, opening a gash on it's way out. Allyn leaned over and covered Diana's body with his. As the van found the trunk of a large Pine, it came to a sudden stop. Allyn's body was forced up onto the dashboard and then back on top of Diana. The van as well as it's occupants did not move. Silence over took the inside of the van as each one of them slowly moved their bodies to be sure that they still could.
"Dad, are you alright?" Sherry's voice was weak and shaky. She unbuckled and leaned forward. Her outcry told Allyn and Diana how they must look. "God Dad, you guys are covered in blood! MY God, I am so sorry I made all this happen!"
Allyn forced himself off of Diana's unmoving body. She lay still under him, her eyes closed and her face covered in cuts and blood. His tears were involuntary, but the kiss he gave to her was not. He shook her a bit and waited for her response. He pressed his face to hers and felt the warmth of her breathing on his cheek.
"She is alive. She's hurt badly but she is breathing."
Both teens smiled and reached forward to hug their parents. "We have to get out of here. Whoever that was behind us can follow the trail we tore through these trees right to us."
"What about Mom? We can't leave her here alone?"
"I know that Tim. Listen... I am going to walk back to the road."
"Dad you can't! They will be waiting for you!"
Allyn reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a gun. It was the same gun that the man had tried to use the night their home was set to flames. "I am going to walk back and see if I can surprise whoever it is. They are going to figure us hurt or dead so maybe they won't be expecting me. You kids stay here and watch your mom. If you hear any shooting, you lock everything up and go hide in the woods. I don't care if you have to drag your mom. Just make sure you hide her with you. I will be back for you, I promise."
Allyn kissed Diana and climbed out the window of his door. He walked in the trees beside the trail, hoping to go un-noticed. HE stopped and hid as the sound of squeaky brakes echoed through the woods. He could see the white back-up lights and then nothing. He heard a door shut. He listened and then breathed a sigh. Only one door meant only one person to deal with. He heard the trees moving and someone cursing as they sound came closer. Ducking behind a tree, he listened as the footsteps and voice drew nearer to him.
"Freaking trees! I hope they are still alive so I can enjoy shooting them! They aren't paying me enough for this crap!"
As the man passed Allyn, he stepped out from behind the tree. Placing the barrel of the pistol against the mans neck, Allyn spoke. "You are so right! They didn't pay you enough! But then, you aren't going to be spending any of the money anyways!"
Allyn reached around the man and took his gun from him.
"Look Mister, I am just a guy they paid to kill you. I don't have anything personal against..."
Allyn didn't let the man finished. He struck him hard in the side of the head with his pistol. The man fell to the ground. Allyn stuck the gun in his face, blood still dripping from the gash in his cheek. "Tell me who sent you before I kill you. I should just kill you anyways, right now!"
"No, no, no... I got family!"
Allyn hit him again, his anger growing every time the man spoke. "You have family!!!! You have family??? IS that what you said??? Who the hell do you think you just tried to kill? That is MY family! You better talk now or I will just do to you what you tried to do to my family.Talk!!!!!!! Why did you kill those kids and why are you trying to kill us!??"
"Your daughter saw them killed. The men that killed them weren't even cops. They were hired to kill them because..."
"I know why! They were trying to stop drug dealers! Tell me something I don't know."
"Is that what you think? They weren't trying to stop anything. She was a local gal and he... he was a Prince here for schooling. His family found out that she had talked him into staying here. They were only supposed to kill her but somebody goofed. Your daughter saw it all. Those men want you dead so that they can say it was a double suicide. That is what they told his family. They believed them and it was all hushed. If the truth comes out it will cause an international issue. Even the Governor has a place in this now. Do you see how big this is!? I am just a little guy to them. You might as well kill me. They will anyways."
Allyn tried to take in all that he was hearing. He realized now how important it was for him to get to Omaha. "Get up and if you so much as shrug, I will put a bullet in your head."
Allyn shoved the man towards where the van was. When they reached the van, he saw Diana looking out the window. Sherry was cleaning the blood from her mothers face. Allyn opened the back of the van and took out some rope. He tied the mans feet and hands tight and then took the left over rope and wrapped it around his own arm. He hugged Diane and retold the story.
"What are we going to do, Allyn?"
"We are going to borrow that guys vehicle and get to Omaha. Once we are there, Frank will know what to do. It really is our last chance. I have one more question for you," Allyn said, pointing at the man. "Why was there nothing on the news about our house being burned down? We are we not anywhere in the news?"
"You were. On the back page of the paper it said that you all died in the fire. The fire was blamed on a faulty wire on a floor heater. The news covered it for one day also. Your funerals were yesterday. All of your family turned out."
"We have to let our family know we aren't dead, Allyn! We have to!"
"Not yet, Diana. Not until we reach Omaha. I am so sorry. We have to stay dead to everyone for a little longer."
They reached the man's truck and climbed inside. The man was shoved in the cubby in the back. Tim held a gun on him as Allyn drove towards Omaha...

A Family on the Run. 2nd part

The gas station was secluded enough that Allyn felt safe stopping. He filled both tanks on the vehicle and then joined his family inside. The rain was subsiding some and that was something to be thankful for. They bought mostly things in cans and sealed bags as Allyn thought they might be spending a lot of time in the van. They stocked up on drinks also and 5 gallons of fresh water, some of it to be used to cleanse themselves in case they could not get to a shower soon.
"We could just cover our bodies in soap and stand outside, Dad."
Allyn looked at Tim and smiled. The ladies laughed along and Allyn smiled at Diana. It was the first relaxed moment they shared in at least a week. The clerk watched as they collected all of their goods. He raised his eyebrow and Allyn stopped and stared.
"There is a grocery store just about 5 miles up the road. I guess you could have saved a bunch going there. Just thought I would mention it."
"What town is coming up? We did not see a sign."
"Yea, it isn't marked so good. They like to surprise folks I guess. Good for our business though. Davenport is the name of it. Iowa is a nice state to be in."
"Yes, it seems to be. Well, thank you for the heads up. We are going to get going."
They climbed in the van and started out again. Allyn began thinking about the events that had happened after they returned home on that night. The police had been adamant about the fact there had been no crime committed. To much so Allyn had thought. That night, as they slept, they were awakened to a loud noise outside their home. When he reached the kitchen, he could see the flames in the dining room. The flames were already to high to put out. As he woke everyone, a crash was heard near the front door. Allyn had opened the door to find the bodies of the two kids Sherry had seen killed. On the girl was a note that read, "This is you by morning." All that he could think of was getting his family out of the house and safe. As they reached the front lawn, a car pulled up next to them. The window rolled down and a man pointed at them.
"To bad your daughter had to go walking. All we wanted to do was quiet some nosey kids. Now... we have to quiet a whole family. Allyn saw the man moving his arm to the window. He grabbed a shovel he had left in the yard from the weekend. winging it at the vehicle, he caught the mans hand as it came out the window. Knocking a gun from his hand, Allyn pushed the shovel through the window. The blade caught the man in the neck, cutting him deep. The driver looked at the man sitting beside him, then at Allyn.
"Do you know why we were killing those kids? Do you!!??? We did it because they were goody-kids. They wanted to stop drug sales! One of their little friends died from them. SO What!!! They went to the cops but guess what!! We were the ones arresting people and reselling their stuff. You can't go to anyone! This goes higher than you could know!"
"Why are you telling us this! Why would you do that!?"
The man looked at Allyn and smiled. "Because... you are a dead family walking! I'll be back!"
The blaring of a horn and the cars headlights blinding Allyn brought him back to the present. He swerved to the right and barely missed the other car.
"God Allyn, where the hell were you???"
"I am sorry, Diana. I was thinking about what got us here. We have to reach Omaha and see Frank Darnell. He is a good Cop and he is the only one I would trust. We should be there by morning."
"And then what Dad? Keep hiding until they figure out who is good and who is bad!? We will never be done running until we are dead!!!"
"You stop that, young lady! Your father knows what he is doing. You have to trust him right now. If you don't, then we might all be dead."
Allyn reached over and took Diana's hand. He wanted nothing else in the world than to get his family somewhere safe. They were the only thing in the world that mattered to him. As he smiled at Diane, his eyes caught the reflection of red tail-lights. He watched in the rear-view mirror as the car he had nearly ran into slowed to a stop. Diana saw his eyes widen as he looked back at the car.
"What is wrong, Allyn? Why do have that look on your face?"
"It's probably nothing, sweetheart. Just someone that took the wrong road."
Diana looked out the back window, as did Tim and Sherry.
"That guy is turning around Dad! He is coming back this way! He knows who we are? OH My God, he is coming after us!!!"
"We don't know that, Sherry! You need to calm down. We are a very long ways from home. There is no way that they could possibly have found us."
"Uh Dad..."
"What is it Tim!? Allyn's voice was straining as he talked.
"That car is catching up with us. He must be going 100 miles an hour. I think Sherry is right!?"
"O.k., kids, buckle up and hang on. We are going to take the next side road I see. It might get rough."
"D-a-a-a-a-a-d! He is almost here! Dear God, we are going to die!!!"
Just as Allyn was about to tell Sherry to shut up, he felt the vehicle lunge forward. The headlights of the other vehicle had disappeared because so little distance was between their vehicles. Allyn felt the van swerve towards the side of the road. He held on for all he had and tried to keep the van on road. All that laid in front of them were trees and a man chasing them to kill his family. Again, he felt the vehicle shoved hard from behind. It veered off towards the tall stand of tree's. Allyn could not hold the steering wheel any longer...