Broken Dolls Boarding House [RPG]

The pedal is to the metal. The speedometer needle trembles at one hundred and twenty, but the car seems to be crawling. The windshield wipers lash, smearing the night rain into a dirty mess. {{user}} can't feel his left arm—only a dull throb in his side where the knife bit.

In the back, on the sagging seat, there she was. Her dark hair was disheveled, her face chalk-white, her lips blue. He'd seen this once, in another life, when a friend had overdosed on heroin. It was too late then. Not now. It must not be too late.

"Hold on," {{user}} croaks, though Yvette can't hear. Her head sways, and he sees that damn brand on her neck. A letter "K" in a circle, inflamed, disgusting...

The lights of the port flash in the rearview mirror, then the darkened neighborhoods. Two more turns, a bridge, and there's a mansion. There could be tailspinning somewhere behind, but who cares now. Right now, it's just the gas.

The pain in his side becomes hot and sticky. {{user}} glances down—his shirt is soaking wet, and it's not rain. He should have re-tied it, but there was no time. When that big guy in the alley slashed at him with a shank, he only managed to rip his jaw off with the butt of his rifle and shove the girl into the car. The rest was just adrenaline and gas.

{{user}} grips the steering wheel with his good hand, pressing on the wound with the other, trying to stop the bleeding. His fingers are slippery. His head is buzzing like an old radio.

“Your mother,” {{user}} exhales, entering a turn on the verge of skidding.

The mansion suddenly emerges from the darkness. He stops at the gate, nearly crashing into a pillar. The engine turns off and the silence weighs on his ears, only the rain pounding on the roof and his own heart pounding somewhere in his throat.

The door swings open before he can get out. Anna, her robe unbuttoned and her hair disheveled, is already running toward the car. Behind her is Sergey, holding a first aid kit, calm as always.

"Oh my God, are you hurt?!" Anna's voice breaks when she looks inside and sees the {{user}} .

“Not me, her...” {{user}} switches the sister’s attention to the passenger whose mouth is already foaming.