《Good For Gone》The Deer

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Sleep was sparse that night. But I didn't trust him in the car alone, in case he managed to wiggle out of the ropes.

So I just laid there, for hours, watching him jerk around in the seat. He didn't talk again, just growled and kicked.

When the sun began to go up I decided to give in and slip out of the car. I grabbed an energy drink and a blanket.

Leaning against the side of the car that faced the field I wrapped myself in the blanket and watched the sun rise as I drank my drink. It was kind of sublime in a way.

Everything was quiet, aside from the muffled grunts coming out of the car. But as the sun rose through the distant tree line, I felt strangely calm.

On the other side of the field I could see a deer. Its movements were slow and lithe. I couldn't help but stare.

As soon as it spotted me it retreated back into the woods. Such a shame.

It made me think about Peter. So strong and mysterious, but so easily startled. Both could kill me, but I trusted that neither would.

After a few more minutes the rocking slowed and I heard a muffled call from inside the car.

Opening it up I was met with sleepy, human eyes. I untied him and cut off the tape.

"How do you feel?" I asked as he got out and walked around to my side of the car. He sat down next to my spit on the ground and pulled part of the blanket over himself.

"Better rested than you." He grabbed my drink and took a sip of it.

"And whose fault is that?" I cocked an eyebrow at him and snatched my drink back.

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"Sorry about that." He said, yawning and stretching his arms above his head.

"Don't mention it."

He waited for a minute before asking, "So what's the plan boss?"

"Hell if I know."

"I mean, we can't go back home, or we're both dead."

"Or kidnapped," I added.

"What?"

"Kidnapped, their three boys were taken." I sighed. I'd almost forgotten about that part.

He turned to me suddenly, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Shit," he banged his hand on the car, "We have to go back for them."

"How would we do that?" I asked. Of course I knew we were their only chance of being found. But how you lift three young boys from a group of psycho killers in the woods is beyond me.

"I don't know," he began chewing on the corner of his lip anxiously, "somehow."

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