Jake (AKA Captain Crash)
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I stood in the room, staring down at the tragic thing that layed before me. There she was, caked with blood, lying on the dirty carpet. I felt numb. I felt sick. "Casey..." I whispered hoarsely. "I never meant for this to happen. I know I never told you this, but..." I choked for a moment. "I- I love you." Her eyes flicked open. "You're alive!" "Look behind you," She said, weakly. I turned and felt a wave of nausea creep over me. "Hello, Mike," the dirty, unshaven man said. He held his gun at his side, and stood in front of the boarded up window. "Why are you doing this to me?" I shouted at him. "Mike, you're a fool. A blamed fool. Don't you know who I am?" "No! I don't! I don't care!" "Mike, I'm your father. I only want what's best for you. That's why I shot her! She was using you." "No she wasn't! And- and you're not my father! My father was killed 19 years ago!" "Oh, the lies. Your mother told you those lies." He seemed calm. My every nerve seemed to jump with the urge to kill him, but something within me made me want to listen to the words he was saying. I knew Casey needed a doctor, but I had to do this one thing... "Your mother hated me. You know why she died, Mike? I killed her. Yeah! I stabbed her! Right in the heart. Do you know what a butterknife can do to someone's heart, Mike?" I lost it. I ran right at him. He lifted the gun up, and I kept coming. I felt a tug at my jacket, and then there was a terrible pain in my chest that burned like grease from a frying pan. I kept going, and my hands hit his chest with a powerful blow. He fell back against the rotted board, which gave way. I caught the windowpane and stopped myself as he toppled out, falling two stories onto the junk car below. His neck cracked sickly as it smashed the rusty metal. My mind was a jumble of thoughts. I had just killed my own father. Casey! I had to get her to the hospital! I backed away from the window and gathered her up in my arms. I seemed dizzy as I went down the stairs and out the front door. I knew that I wasn't getting her anywhere on my motorcycle- our only hope rested in the junk car. I pulled open the ruined yellow door and checked for the keys- but there were none. I threw the crumpled body off the hood and pulled the release lever. There was a couple wires laying in the driver's seat and I snatched them up. I put one on the positive side of the coil and wired it to the battery, then used the other one to get power to the solenoid. The engine spun. It cranked for what seemed to be hours before starting, and when it started, white smoke billowed from the tailpipe. Casey used the last of her strength to get in the passenger door, and I got in and tried to turn the steering wheel. But there was steering lock! I gave it a firm twist, and with a loud pop, it spun. I slammed it into first, and the car gave a loud grinding protest. The low tires plopped as we raced through town, blowing through red lights. Since the glass was all broken, the tattered, peeling fabric of the roof slapped my face in the wind, and I tore it down and through it out of the car. "Hang in there, Casey, you're gonna make it!" She was pale, and I knew that if I didn't get her there soon, she wasn't gonna make it. I looked up at a horrible sight- construction, and a traffic jam. But there was hope- a piece of metal propped up against a tube of some kind. I swerved to it, and construction workers waved frantically as I approached, then resigned to jumping out of my path. The car hit the metal with a thud, and I felt as we were lifted into the air. The tube rolled out from under the metal as we left it, and I looked down with wide eyes at the cars below us. I had that strange feeling of weightlessness, then the car went steadily downward and nearly destroyed itself upon landing. There was a terrible rattling from the front end, and steam billowed from the hood. The hospital was only two or three more blocks... The car suddenly wobbled. The steam from the engine began to obscure my vision, and I was dizzy, so dizzy. The big sign of the hospital came into view as the front left corner of the car dropped. I saw the tire bounce off the hood of a BMW and fly over pedestrians' heads. The rotor made a hug grinding noise, and I used all my strength to keep the car on the road. Then the engine stalled. We slowed, and in a dreamlike state, I guided the car up onto the grass. I was aware of a spinning sensation, and when I looked up out of the windsheild, the emergency room doors were right in front of us. "We're here, Casey. It's all right." Then the world went fuzzy, and the steering wheel came up and hit me in the face.