Linc, A Serialized Novel, Part 185
Previously on Linc: Linc has heard voices since he was a kid, but they’re not what they seem. He can hear other people’s thoughts, but the ability has left him friendless and homeless. A mysterious corporation, Genetitech, tracks him down and offers to train him to use his skills. He soon learns that there are others with strange power like him, and when Genetitech is raided he is forced to go onto the run with one of them.
For the first part of the story…tehirschler.tumblr.com/Linc
Linc did his best to control the car from the passenger seat, but that wasn’t particularly good; they fishtailed all over the road, just missing several parked cars. Now that they were away from the van, Moira was starting to recover and shake off the cobwebs.
“I can take it back,” Moira said, not waiting for his response to put her hands on the steering wheel.
“You sure?” Linc asked.
“Pretty sure, let go.”
With some trepidation, Linc turned control back over to Moira. The car slowed down for a brief moment when Linc took his foot off of Moira’s, but then she pressed down on the accelerator and got back up to speed. Now that he had given Moira back control of the car, he had a chance to assess their situation; he looked back and saw with relief that the black truck was still trying to break free from the traffic pile up a few blocks back.
Their own car was pretty badly damaged, with the side view mirrors dangling and all of the windows smashed, they easily would stick out in a crowd. Even if the gunmen didn’t catch up to them, and that was a big if, they surely would be stopped by the Seattle Police before too long for driving such a raggedy car. They needed to dump it as soon as possible and find some other form of transportation.
“We’re probably going to…” Linc began.
“Need to get rid of this car?” Moira asked. Before he could respond, she added, “Don’t worry, I didn’t read your mind, I’ve seen movies, too. Let’s just put a little distance between us first, then we can ditch it.”
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Linc, A Serialized Novel, Part 184
Previously on Linc: Linc has heard voices since he was a kid, but they’re not what they seem. He can hear other people’s thoughts, but the ability has left him friendless and homeless. A mysterious corporation, Genetitech, tracks him down and offers to train him to use his skills. He soon learns that there are others with strange power like him, and when Genetitech is raided he is forced to go onto the run with one of them.
For the first part of the story…tehirschler.tumblr.com/Linc
Their accident had stopped traffic in both directions and people were getting out of their cars now to see what was happening. The driver of the truck who had clipped them, a big guy with a shaved head, jumped out and was walking towards their car.
“Get out of the car, now!” The woman in black yelled, taking a step closer to the car and sticking her gun through the shattered driver’s side window. From the combination of the impact of the crash and the power of the disrupter, Linc’s mind was moving incredibly slowly, but he knew that if he didn’t do something in the next five seconds they were trapped for sure. Linc slowly reached his left leg toward the gas pedal.
“Hey, what’s going on here?” the truck driver asked.
“Please stand back,” one of the gunmen said, stepping in the man’s way, “we’ve got this under control.”
“Ugh,” Moira moaned, her mind obviously more clouded than Linc’s.
“This is your last warning,” the woman in black said and the people from the back of the van moved to encircle the car.
Before she could speak again, Linc jammed his foot down on top of Moira’s right foot, which was still on the gas pedal. Despite all the damage, the car flew forward. The movement of the car swept the woman in black’s arms forward, knocking the gun out of her hands before she could get off a shot. The gun clattered to the floor by Moira’s feet, but she barely reacted. The truck driver and the gunmen, who had been standing in front of their car, jumped out of the way to keep from getting run over. Linc reached for the steering wheel again and was successful at gaining control. He wove the car around the stopped truck and up into the parking lot of a car wash. The car flew through the empty parking lot and out to the street on the other side.
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Linc, A Serialized Novel, Part 183
Previously on Linc: Linc has heard voices since he was a kid, but they’re not what they seem. He can hear other people’s thoughts, but the ability has left him friendless and homeless. A mysterious corporation, Genetitech, tracks him down and offers to train him to use his skills. He soon learns that there are others with strange power like him, and when Genetitech is raided he is forced to go onto the run with one of them.
For the first part of the story…tehirschler.tumblr.com/Linc
The force of the impact pushed the car forward and to the left and caused Moira to lose her grip on the steering wheel. The wheel spun out of her hands and the car twisted out of control and into the oncoming traffic from the opposite direction. Linc reached out to try to pull the vehicle back into their own lane, but the inertia forced him away and his fingertips grabbed nothing but air. A truck coming from the opposite direction tried to swerve around them, but clipped their tail end, throwing them into a more powerful spin.
Somehow, Moira got her hands back around the steering wheel and tried to correct their course, but it was too late for that, they had spun nearly one hundred and eighty degrees. In any event they had come to a complete stop, as had all of the traffic around them. There was broken glass everywhere inside the car, although Linc wasn’t quite sure where it had come from; there seemed like way more glass than was possible. He looked over at Moira and saw a stream of blood coming from her forehead. She hadn’t seemed to notice the blood; instead she had a dazed look and was staring off into space.
Linc’s seatbelt had snapped back and he could barely move, but he managed to look over and saw that they were side by side with the black van, but facing in opposite directions. This close to the black van, the buzzing from the disrupter was like an earthquake shaking Linc’s body. Both vehicles were now at a stand still and the driver’s side door of the van flew open. A figure in black stepped down and raised their gun and pointed it towards Moira.
“Get out of the car,” a woman’s voice yelled from beneath the black mask. The back doors of the van opened up and more people clad in black were jumping out.
“What?” Moira asked, her voice faraway.
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On Reading and Writing - 200 pages
Made it to 200 pages on Linc today (the posts aren’t exactly a page, so it is post 182). Almost to the home stretch, have to start thinking of a more permanent title. Any ideas? So far, have ‘Hearing Voices’, but that’s not very catchy.
Linc, A Serialized Novel, Part 182
Previously on Linc: Linc has heard voices since he was a kid, but they’re not what they seem. He can hear other people’s thoughts, but the ability has left him friendless and homeless. A mysterious corporation, Genetitech, tracks him down and offers to train him to use his skills. He soon learns that there are others with strange power like him, and when Genetitech is raided he is forced to go onto the run with one of them.
For the first part of the story…tehirschler.tumblr.com/Linc
As they shot past the van, the buzzing from the disrupters fluctuated like and a passing ambulance. For the first time, Linc realized that the buzz from the disrupter had been coming from the van and not the building itself. It all of a sudden made sense that the buzzing had started up again even though the power was off. What didn’t make sense, however, was that there was a big black truck that apparently had a giant disrupter inside. Unfortunately, he didn’t have much time to ponder that question as two of the gunmen ran out of the building, firing their weapons. There was one last thunk when one of the shots connected and then Moira skidded the car around the corner, the dangling side view mirrors rattling against the doors. The car flew up the street.
“Where are we going?” Linc asked.
“Away from them,” Moira responded and nodded at the rearview mirror. Linc looked back and saw that the black van had come around the corner and was in hot pursuit.
“Would now be a good time to tell me who the guys are who are trying to kill us? Cyborgs sent back from the future?” Linc asked.
“They’re not really trying to kill us,” Moira said, turning the car up a side street.
“Who are the people not trying to kill us, then?” Linc asked, holding onto the dashboard to keep from slamming into the window again. They were now heading up a large street and weaving through the light evening traffic. Her twists and turns had not dissuaded their pursuers; the black van was gaining on them despite her best efforts.
“I’m pretty sure that they work for Genetitech,” Moira said, taking another turn to the right.
“They work for Genetitech? But…” He started to ask a question, but he didn’t even know where to start. “But…Wait, what? I thought Kate, Joe, and Harold were Genetitech.”
“They were,” Moira said, but was cut off by the truck coming up and ramming their rear bumper.
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Linc, A Serialized Novel, Part 181
Previously on Linc: Linc has heard voices since he was a kid, but they’re not what they seem. He can hear other people’s thoughts, but the ability has left him friendless and homeless. A mysterious corporation, Genetitech, tracks him down and offers to train him to use his skills. He soon learns that there are others with strange power like him, and when Genetitech is raided he is forced to go onto the run with one of them.
For the first part of the story…tehirschler.tumblr.com/Linc
As they neared the garage door it remained stubbornly closed and Moira remained stubbornly determined to keep accelerating. Linc slid further down in his seat and covered his head, not sure which was worse: getting shot by one of the gunmen or getting crushed alive against the garage door. In the end it was a toss up, plus Moira had made the decision for him.
“Um,” Linc said when they were ten feet away from the door and it was just beginning to open.
“I see it,” Moira said and then glanced in the rearview mirror.
At five feet, the door had opened about halfway, meaning that only the side of the car that Linc was in would get completely crushed. Moira spun the steering wheel to the left, causing the car to lurch in that direction and towards the line of parked cars. The sudden movement surprised Linc and jolted him to the side, whacking his head against the window. Just as quickly, she twisted the steering wheel back the other way and brought the nose of the car back around so that it lined up with the growing gap. The door had continued to open and was now just wide enough that the car might be able to fit through, just in time for the front bumper to test the possibility.
With a high pitched squeal of metal on metal, the sides of the car scraped between the door and the wall. In a second, the nose of the car had passed into freedom and both of the side view mirrors had sheared off. By now, the door was open far enough that the rest of the car sailed through with ease. The car continued to accelerate up the driveway and even caught air at the top, coming down with a groan that surely would decrease the expected lifespan of the axles. The gunmen must have been expecting this possibility and were bringing the black taco truck around to block the drive way. Fortunately for Linc and Moira, they were maybe ten seconds too late, and Moira was able to maneuver around them without dropping too much speed.
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Linc, A Serialized Novel, Part 180
Previously on Linc: Linc has heard voices since he was a kid, but they’re not what they seem. He can hear other people’s thoughts, but the ability has left him friendless and homeless. A mysterious corporation, Genetitech, tracks him down and offers to train him to use his skills. He soon learns that there are others with strange power like him, and when Genetitech is raided he is forced to go onto the run with one of them.
For the first part of the story…tehirschler.tumblr.com/Linc
They crouched through the dark of the garage, taking cover in the row of cars along the left side of the garage, Moira using the car fob to illuminate the lights every few feet to guide their way. The whole way to the car, Linc expected the gunmen to burst through the door to the garage and start laying down fire, but so far, so good. When she first picked up the keys, Linc had hoped that they would be going in the SUV that they had driven to the police station before, for some reson it seemed safer, but he could tell by the lights that it was a sedan of some sort.
When they got to the car, he didn’t have much time to inspect it as the door to the garage burst open, illuminating the garage for a brief second. Moira went for the driver’s side and Linc curved around to the passenger side. If he had any illusion that they hadn’t been seen, it was dispelled by the metallic thunk followed by blue sparks on the trunk as the gunmen fired at them. Linc yanked open the car door and threw himself in head first, his feet trailing behind him. Had he been less frightened he would have been embarrassed by his craven behavior, but that would have to wait until later; dignity was a luxury that he just couldn’t afford right now. With his head down, he fumbled with the door and seatbelt at the same time, which resulted in neither one being fastened correctly. Meanwhile, Moira had fired up the engine and was ready to go.
“Do you know how to drive?” Linc asked in a panic.
“Would it matter if I didn’t?” Moira asked, throwing the car in reverse. The rear window shattered as two more shots flew into the car, one hitting the back of Linc’s head rest.
“Not really, no,” Linc said, slouching further down in his seat. The tires squealled before catching and shooting the car backwards and then to the left so that the back end of the vehicle was pointed towards the gunmen.
“I hope the garage door is still working,” Moira said and slammed the transmision into drive and flooring it.
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Linc, A Serialized Novel, Part 179
Previously on Linc: Linc has heard voices since he was a kid, but they’re not what they seem. He can hear other people’s thoughts, but the ability has left him friendless and homeless. A mysterious corporation, Genetitech, tracks him down and offers to train him to use his skills. He soon learns that there are others with strange power like him, and when Genetitech is raided he is forced to go onto the run with one of them.
For the first part of the story…tehirschler.tumblr.com/Linc
With one last look back at Eva and Moises, Linc got to his feet and followed Moira down the ramp to the garage. As he walked, his legs were surprisingly shaky beneath him, he didn’t know if it was from the exertion or the fear, but it wasn’t a very reassuring sensation. He held out his hand and stabilized himself on the wall as they ran. At the bottom of the ramp, they turned into the double doors. Linc was sure that the gunmen would have caught up with them by now, but they must have been taking their time entering the building.
He supposed that there wouldn’t be any hurry for the gunmen; they had their guns, their nightvision goggles, and presumably they were more physically gifted, they had the advantage in every way, so why would they rush? The one advantage that Linc and Moira had going for them, their telepathic abilities, was overwhelmed by the power of the disrupters. It was strange, though, the signal of the disrupters was much weaker down in the garage area than it had been in the lobby. He wasn’t sure what to attribute that to, but it was making it easier for him to think, which was at least something.
Once they were in the garage, he needed his thoughts about him. They must not have felt that the garage was a priority in an emergency, because there were nearly no back up lights and it was pitch black inside. There was a little bit of light coming through the gate at the exit, but that was about it. He could no longer see Moira, but could hear her fumbling around on the wall. It sounded like she was feeling for a light switch, which didn’t make sense, but then he heard a cabinet open and close and then the jangle of car keys, which did make sense.
“What car are we taking?” Linc asked.
“Just a second,” Moira said and on the left hand side of the garage, the lights of a car flashed twice, “That one.”
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Linc, A Serialized Novel, Part 178
Previously on Linc: Linc has heard voices since he was a kid, but they’re not what they seem. He can hear other people’s thoughts, but the ability has left him friendless and homeless. A mysterious corporation, Genetitech, tracks him down and offers to train him to use his skills. He soon learns that there are others with strange power like him, but can they be trusted?
For the first part of the story…tehirschler.tumblr.com/Linc
Despite the fact that his death seemed imminent, or maybe because of it, Linc’s legs carried him at a speed that hardly would have seemed possible to him minutes prior. In fact, it was likely that he had never moved that fast in his life before. Within seconds, he and Moira were at the far hallway and out of immediate danger. Gasping for breath, Linc felt all up and down his legs and found warm, sticky liquid everywhere. When he pulled his hands away, he expected them to be covered in blood, but instead they were drenched with a clear yellowish liquid.
His agitated brain told him that maybe he had pissed himself, but that wasn’t right either, piss wouldn’t have come out of his back. Then he remembered the backpack and the heavy containers inside, which were a lot lighter than they were when they started. He realized that instead of actual urine, he must be leaking the terrible tasting formula he had been drinking since his arrival at Genetitech, although why they would risk their lives to take large jugs of the awful brew with him was beyond him. Linc looked back over to where Moises and Eva were lying, thier limbs tangled like headphone cords that had been in your pocket too long.
“How do we get them?” Linc asked, between wheezy breaths.
“We don’t, not right now at least,” Moira replied.
“But…” Linc started. The firing had stopped and he was almost lulled into the sense that it was safe to go out and rescue Moises and Eva.
“The best way we can help them is to save ourselves. Otherwise, we’ll be caught and of no good to anybody. C’mon, we’ve got to keep moving,” Moira’s voice was hard, but even in the shadows he could see on her face that she was struggling with the decision as well.
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Linc, A Serialized Novel, Part 177
Previously on Linc: Linc has heard voices since he was a kid, but they’re not what they seem. He can hear other people’s thoughts, but the ability has left him friendless and homeless. A mysterious corporation, Genetitech, tracks him down and offers to train him to use his skills. He soon learns that there are others with strange power like him, but can they be trusted?
For the first part of the story…tehirschler.tumblr.com/Linc
They made it another five feet before Moises collapsed, dragging Eva with him. The full force of Eva’s weight torqued Linc’s neck and pulled him down to his right. He crumpled on top of Eva just in time as a volley of shots flew right over his head. Linc looked up to see the front windows of the entryway completely shattered and at least five people dressed in black aiming weapons in his direction.
His first and only thought was to get back up and escape, his paniced mind couldn’t manage to think about either Moises or Eva, but his right leg had bent back over and was stuck unde Eva’s body. As the men in black approached the doorway, he frantically thrashed his body in attempt to break free, but he was positioned in such a way that the more he struggled, the more Eva’s weight came down on him. Suffocating with fear, he could no longer think straight and continued to make his situation worse by struggling. His actions were so disconnected from rational thought that when a pair of hands set down on him, Linc lashed out at them.
“Stop it, I’m trying to help,” he heard Moira say just over his shoulder. Fighting his instincts, Linc let his body go limp in Moiras arms. She pulled him backwards and away from Eva’s body and his right knee twisted the way no knee should, but then he was free of his imprisonment.
“Run!” Moira yelled and, closer than he cared for, he heard a volley of shots fired. As he took off running, he felt two shots slam into his back nearly knocking him from his feet again, followed by an electrical noise that sounded like a toaster being thrown into a full bathtub. Something warm and wet streamed down his lower back and legs and all he could think was that he was shot and bleeding to death.
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