Chapter 4- Vulnerability is a Common Thing

(story told by Cony perspective again)

The car drove on for what seemed like hours. There was no talking and just the faint sound of 99.1 on the radio. I hummed some of the words, only to get blank stares of anger back at me. Finally, after about an hour of silence I exclaimed,

"Nice ride you have here, what is it an 06?"

The only response I received was the radio volume dial being turned to the right. Rude crowd. In most instances, people would be worried after being abducted, but me, I had a good feeling that I was still in the driver's seat (not literally in this case).

A clone of me was in my house, and he was planted there. I could have been easily killed by the NINJA, but I wasn't, I was lured into this car. I knew I was in no danger, I could have even sat back on my couch and called the police. Whatever this is, I am needed alive.

The car stopped. Finally one of the men spoke, "Ok you may get out"

I looked around and said, "sweet! Thanks for the ride, how much do I owe you?"

"Not you smart-ass" replied the driver. "We meant your twin buddy."

"No, he isn't my buddy, but thanks for that assumption. In fact, we just met today, and I think he broke into my house actually... ah yes he did in fact, so yep, definitely not my buddy."

My alternate me got out of the car and deep down inside I was somewhat taken back that I found a clone of mine, or at least was that close to one. The shotgun driver got out of the car as well.

"Get on the ground!" He yelled and kicked him to the ground. With my clone's hands still tied behind his back, he fell hard to the ground with dirt kicking back up. The man pulled out a gun and pointed it directly at the clone's head. To my amusement, the clone didn't make a noise, or even flinch during any of this. The windows began to go up and in a flash all I could see was a smearing splash the side of the tinted windows. The man got back in the car and we drove off.

"What happened to my buddy back there? That was mean of you to kick him."

And at that instant I was struck with a sharp pain in my stomach as the man with the gun turned completely around and sucker punched me. He pulled out a pipe and a stash of weed and lit up. I was silent the rest of the trip but inside I couldn't help but laugh at the fact that I had my hands tied up, but they are the ones in the vulnerable posiiton.

We pulled up at an old motel, "We stay here for the night ok?" said the driver, who I now found out was Mexican, most likely illegal and looked as though he hadn't showered in months, but still smelled rather fine.

The motel looked somewhat familiar, and I began to feel faint. What is happening? I asked myself and fell to the ground, my vision going blurry and a sense of familiarity was haunting me. The area I knew well, I have been to this motel, the blood of a family lined these walls, and the blood was from my hands. It was here I came after my brutal murders years ago. It was here I was last the person I used to be. I now knew why I was brought here. They want me back, they want my power, they want Dan dead.

I saw 2 men standing over me, one definitely not a Ners and the other one possibly could have been. I began to faint and went into a deep sleep, a place I have never been before. Maybe I am more vulnerable than I thought.