An Escape

Mystril stilled herself, and focused on calming down after whatever nightmare she had just experienced. The car smelled new, either fresh off the lot, or a rental. She squinted to try seeing passed the reflection of the dash through the windshield, and finally got vision on what was apparently her chaperone. The dark silhouette was outside the car, and undeniably masculine. He wore a T shirt, and a pair of shorts not dissimilar to hers. Caucasian, dark hair, not athletic, but rather large. She realized he was relieving himself.

They were parked on the dirt dugout at the side of a mountain road lined with alpine trees. It was the sort of road you saw crossing into California towards Tahoe, and Truckee. She was familiar with this place, which was good because it meant they hadn't left home. This was still northern Nevada, and not even forty minutes out of town. She knew the smell of these trees, and she even registered faintly that she could hear the sound of running water outside the car. The familiarity was greatly relieving given just how strange her day had started off. She could walk back home if she needed to from here, it'd probably take a few hours, but during the night it wouldn't be a particularly difficult hike. If she had shoes anyhow.

The hike wasn’t the issue though. She didn’t know how long she’d been out of commission for, and she hardly comprehended what had been done to her. Her wallet, and her phone had all grown legs, and walked off during her stay in the hospital. Mystril was in a sense not a person. She had friends here she could call on, and Veronica would almost certainly help her, but given the fact her “kidnapper” had placed himself in such a precarious position in his vehicle unattended, he might be more an ally than a threat. Was she willing to bet on that?

Mystril knew many things, but not how to defend herself if someone attacked her, and she certainly wasn’t particularly skilled at evading people in the woods. It was either she took the car now, or she got really persuasive, otherwise this mess was wholly out of her hands again, and she might as well have not woken up.

She didn’t have all night to weigh her chances.