I Die Often Hank

Chapter 17

One cardio workout and some sleep later (robbery I know)

I woke up naked, which was confusing for a second. Then I remembered and rolled over to see Hank laying there already awake. He looked so peaceful I almost didn't want to disturb him. 

"Mornin' Bones" I spoke softly.

"Good morning Crim" He responded in his rough morning voice. He turned onto his side to face me directly. "Are you feeling good about last night? You don't regret it?" He asked his insecurities creeping out. 

"I definitely still feel good about last night, and no I don't regret a thing," I responded trying to put his mind at ease. 

"What time is it?" Hank asked yawning. I looked over to the clock on his dresser.

"It's 9:17. SHIT! It's 9:17!" I let out scrambling out of the warm bed and into the cold air. 

"What's the problem?" Hank asked pulling himself out of the bed. 

"I was supposed to meet Charles at the jewelry store at 9:30 to help him pick out Erik's ring," I spoke hastily putting my underwear on. 

"Can't Charles just wait?" Hank asked slowly getting dressed. 

"You wanna explain to him exactly what activity made me late? Hmm," I teased out looking around for my clothes. 

"No, no I do not, I don't think he wants to know either," Hank replied handing me my pants. I quickly pulled them on and just grabbed a random shirt from the floor. I gave Hank a quick kiss on the cheek and ran to the garage. I made it to the car when I realized I was definitely not wearing my own shirt. Oh well, I guess I'll just tell Charles that I like oversized t-shirts now. 

I quickly pulled out of the lot and sped off trying to recall the directions Charles gave me yesterday. I was flying down the highway at a very illegal speed when the car suddenly slowed down and started to swerve despite my efforts to steady it. I managed to get it off on the side of the road in one piece. I got out and boom a flat tire, great. I glanced around and saw absolutely no one. I moved to the trunk of the car to look for the spare tire and instead found a hastily written note. 

"Please don't tell Charles but I popped a tire doing a SUPER LEGAL offroad method of driving. If you're Charles, then the previous sentence is definitely a lie. -Peter"

God damn it, Peter! Why does he even need to drive, he can run like a million miles per hour. I sat on the hood of the car and waited for someone to drive past and offer help.

"Crimson, where are you?" Charles asked in my head. 

"I got a flat tire, I can't make it," I answered out loud because why not. 

"I'll send someone out to get you," Charles replied. 

If it's Peter then we might need to invest in a second wheelchair. A car pulled up and I got off the hood of my car. A man came out that was definitely not someone Charles would send. Oh hell no, I will not become a statistic or a news article. I punched him squarely in the nose and I could hear the bones crack. More men came out of the car and pointed their guns at me. 

"Make one more move and we'll shoot you," One of them called out. 

"Do it, you won't" I taunted them. 

It turns out they will. They opened fire and I just stood there and felt as the bullets went in and out and the wounds closed themselves without any pain. 

"She's the one," One of the men spoke.

"Sorry boys, I'm taken," I replied. 

The men started to approach anyways. 

"Excuse me boys, but did your parents not teach consent? No means no" I stated. 

The men continued to approach and I started to hit them and they were startled at first, but soon began to fight back. I dealt with them fairly easily, but one of them snuck off and opened the trunk of his car. He pulled out a tire iron and I stifled a laugh. 

"Yeah, the guns didn't work, but the tire iron will," I spoke questioning his sanity. 

I heard movement at my feet and glanced down. One of the men was getting up and I just gave him a little kick. He grabbed my ankle and jabbed a needle into it. I tried to shake his grip off. 

"Hey, that's definitely not legal," I stated. 

My vision began to blur and I started to feel weak. I tried my best to fight it, but the tiredness pulled me down like a magnet. God damn it! Again! I really need to stop getting taken. As much as I love the attention, it was getting a little old. I mean it's not like they can really do much, seeing I am basically an immortal bitch.