Walking in Paws ch. 8

Chapter 8:  Hunted once again

"Get cleaning supplies, pressurized things, and all the silver ware and sharp metal possible. Oh and duct tape." I told Tyler. I had a plan but I only saw this on TV, but I didn't know if it would work or not.
"Alright, but why?"
"Questions later, stuff now." I immediately head for the kitchen and grab the microwave. I pull off the the metal covering and look for the surge protector. I see something that looked like it and ripped it out. "Tyler! I need that stuff now!"
"Here- what are you doing with that microwave?" I start shoving air fresheners and silverware, plus some crappy kitchen knives. The police sirens were now just outside the door.
"You have EVERYTHING you need?"
"Yes, but wh-" I start taping around the microwave. The sirens were right outside the door by now
"When I start the microwave, run like hell." he nods. "3-2-1, NOW!" I push popcorn and we run out the back door like mad. The police just kicked the door open just in time for the microwave to explode. Tyler looked back to see the motel room in flames. We reached my car and Tyler tossed his stuff in back and I floored it.
"How the Hell did you that!?" Tyler yelled.
"Something I learned on Burn Notice, to be honest I thought it wouldn't work, even if it did give off such and explosion."
"Well, I doubt those guys enjoyed it."

I never thought being a ex-Need For Speed addict would pay off in life, but it was definitely did for getting away from the Helarders, along with the police. "Great" I thought, "now I'm running from the police." Tyler was getting his shotgun ready. He slipped on a metal claw glove on his left hand and opened the window. He got halfway out the window and held the shotgun out.  I took out my XD-9 from under the seat, and the Helarders brought more than a couple people, car chase time. To be honest, I wanted to try out the Camero's limits, and now I could.

I drove right to a road block put up by the police, and I turned a hard U-turn back into incoming black h2 Hummers. "I guess they needed something to waste more money on." I joked, thinking about the mpg on them, Tyler ignored my comment and decided to shoot the Hummers. They did shift around a bit but were hardly dented.
"DAMN IT! Their armored!"
"Well, get back in the car!" I the Camero was speeding right towards the Hummers. I knew the Helarders would not want me dead, and playing chicken was my only option that didn't include us getting taken to Area 51. I sped towards them and Tyler was getting nervous of what I was doing.
"Um, Jon? What are you doing?" The Camero was reaching 80 miles per hour heading straight for the Hummers.
"Hold on!" the Camero was just about to collide with the one of the Hummers but they pulled out just in time. They knew that if I was dead it would send their research back probably a couple years, and that crash would at least put me in a wheelchair if I was lucky, but the scientists were not going to let me die so easily.
"WHAT THE F*** WERE YOU THINKING?!" Tyler screamed.
"Chicken." I smiled.
"You are one crazy ass-!"
"Stop complaining and keep shooting!" I reached the highway and I started reaching speeds over 100 mph. Even though we were in a life threatening situation, I thought I might as well have some fun. Heck when was the last time you had a suped up car to have in a police chase! I just kept on driving and fortunately there was no traffic on the road. But there were more hummers coming for us, this time with front bumper protection, meaning that these guys were not afraid to play chicken. Tyler fired another round, but it did little to nothing against the hummers. I was able get past the hummers and
"Damn it! I'm out!"
"Well reload! I'm not stopping till we're safe!"
"Just hand me my rounds!"
"Does it look like I have time to get your things?! Here! Use this!" I offered him my XD-9.
"You expect me to use that pea shooter?"
"Than get your shotgun rounds!" I unfortunately realized that going on the highway and the next town was miles away was the dumbest thing I would ever chose. I only had speed to rely on and I would need it to reach the next town, and that would be my escape, but was the odd thing is that after the Hummers charging at us our pursuers stopped trying to stop us and only then I realized that there were about five police cars following us, while hummers were over ten, couldn't really count how many there were.

"Tyler! You see what's going on?"
"Um, the police cars are going away… and I think they brought something a little big." his ears drooped.
"What is it?"
"Jon, they have an RPGs… and they're aiming at us right now." That was bad, I thought I was facing Helarders, but it seems that these guys were now trying to kill us and tranq us. More mercenaries, great. They are just trigger happy mercs that were going to shoot me. I thought we were f***ed at that point until I saw a turn off coming up, leading into
"Tyler, get in the car now!" I shouted. He slipped in the car and I just a little bit before the turn I slammed on the brakes, sending the Hummers straight past the us and the turn. The turnoff lead to some small town that I was sure would get the guys off my back. I slipped into the town and after some random turns and finding a garage I was able to ditch the Helarders.

After an hour I restarted the engine and headed back onto the open road. Tyler was able to reline himself to be comfortable and stop twitching. My instincts also went calm, and then I took a breath. "Well, that was fun." Tyler said with a breath.
"Yeah, actually that was. Well, I say we need to lay low for a while."
"Yeah, thanks to you're little microwave experiment."
"I didn't know that it would actually work."
"Well, it did." I just kept driving and soon reached an actual hotel. I then looked at my car, which surprisingly held up well. Only a few dents and scratches, but surprisingly still looked good. I looked in through a hotel window to see the lobby. Only the employee that works the desk, that was lucky. I looked in my car and found a hundred and considered it enough. Tyler and me grabbed what we considered necessary to take into the hotel. I walked in and the guy looked up and nearly had a heart attack by the look on his face. I just ignored it, I had enough people look at me odd enough and it's just now been natural. To have people get scared of me, plus with Tyler around I guess it was a sight. I guessed that the guy just wasn't used to seeing two canine anthros walking through the door and not exactly in the best of shape. "Hello, do you have any rooms?" I said in a friendly voice. I notice that I'm always a easier going person when around friends. The guy stared at me in fear for two seconds then snapped out of it and quickly checked if there was a vacancy.
"Um, yes we do. That will be 50 dollars sir." He said shaking.
"Alrighty, here you are." I handed him the cash and he handed our room key. Me and Tyler headed up to our room and then plopped down onto our beds. It was late and I was really tired. I didn't know what time it was and I really didn't care. I already just curled up into a ball and started to drift off to sleep. I didn't even hear Tyler fall asleep yet went I went out.

I was in a dark room that felt cold. I tried to move but I was chained, and not just a collar, arms, legs, even my muzzle was put in something. I tried to see where I was but all I could see was darkness, then a laughter broke through the silence. Then a light showed something, it was me, oddly enough nude yet my fur covered me very well, but I was also drenched in red, I then smelled a strong metallic smell. It was blood… I saw my self caked in blood, nude, and yet… smiling. Like I saw myself happy I was coated in blood. More light pooled around, I saw people dead, slashed and slaughtered, and then I picked certain people in the people. I saw my family, with bloody tears, I saw something horrible. I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything,  that evil laughter floated throughout the place. Then I saw Tyler, untouched, and holding a shot gun, pointing it at me… the one caked in blood. He fired, and I watched myself blow apart into bits, soon covering myself with just as much blood. Then Tyler came to the real me, the one chained like an animal, he pointed the shotgun at me and said, "you are no friend." He fired.

I awoke startled quickly, and causing me to fall onto to the floor. The room smelled like wet dog, and the source was me, obviously. I was drenched in my own sweat, which somehow didn't bother Tyler at all because he was out like a light. I decided to do something I haven't had in some time, which was a shower and that was because well, I haven't found a place to shower in a long time. I decided to head to the bathroom and then shower off. I also noticed that my fur was a getting a lot longer, actually now was, well covering me fully. I guessed that since I always kept my fur short that now that grooming was not really something I had time for now and my fur grew a lot over the time period of leaving my home to find Rachel to now. I decided that I really didn't care about my fur look and just headed into the shower. It felt good to finally be able to take a shower and get rid of the grime, sure it took forever to dry myself but it felt good. After an hour, I was finally clean and just then I heard Tyler wake up. I threw a towel over me and then opened the door seeing Tyler taking out some black leather overcoat.

"Hey Tyler." He looked up from the overcoat.
"Oh hey Jon."
"What's that ya got there?" I motioned to the coat.
"Oh, another thing I 'found' during my travels. Here, catch." He tossed me the over coat. I noticed that it had a hood also attached to it. I also found that it had a bunch of inside pockets.
"What? You're seriously giving me this?"
"Yeah, I have another that I tailored for myself. I just had two if I found a sidekick, guess you'll do."
"Oh, thanks!" I remarked sarcastically. I looked more and found a for pronged star on the back with black highlights on it. A simple symbol yet very cool, I also found that it had a white paw print on the left shoulder. "So you want me walking around like I'm with Organization XIII?"
"Um, yeah. We're kinda wanted and we need to hide our looks."
"Well, can we at least not wear the hoods, I mean we would look up to something if we were both wearing the coats it looks odd but the hood would make us suspicious of doing something, plus it's Utah in the middle of freakin' summer, I think it's a little too odd that two ANTHROS no less are wearing overcoats with blistering heat. So I think it would be odd to go out-"
"In the middle of the day, but the night would be perfect. We go back out at night and head out to find that reporter, then if that leads nowhere, we'll head to Florida." But then I thought one crucial detail Tyler didn't say. "Where in Florida exactly though?"
"Miami of course!"
"Oh you GOT to be kidding me! Miami? Why Miami! That will be a nightmare-"
"Not in the part of Miami we'll be heading. They usually are near some church on Saturdays, but we need to call them if you don't want bullet holes. The leader for some reason likes to deal with stuff sensitive info in person."
"How the Hell would he know about Area 51?"
"He has connections to others and he'll lead us straight to them."
"You're saying a gang leader has these sort of connections?"
"Oh, did I say gangster? I'm sorry, I meant mobster."
"WHAT! Oh HELL NO I'm not going to get in with any mob! I will go through gangs but the mob is a little too big for my tastes!"
"Jon… we might not even need to go to them if your lead get's us close enough."
"Yeah, but I'm curious… what happened after I left?"
"Well, I guess since it's morning and we should leave at night I guess we should pass the time with our stories. I guess I'll start first I guess."
"Yeah, I'll get us some food."

To be continued…
Chapter 9: The Lycan's path