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A Glimpse into Darkness. By: Remo H. Blockade

The tires hummed under the Toyota as they traveled down the darkened streets of Elizabeth town New Jersey. The fox extra aware of the 9.mm hand gun underneath his seat as they drove home through the ghetto streets. ' Only a few blocks more and then we will be safe' he thought as they passed a group of fairly mean looking street dwellers who, gave the black vehicle a a not to kind look as they went by. He gripped the steering wheel tightly as Conrad slept in the passenger seat still clutching the bloody knife wound in his right flank. Even tho he was unconscious Conrad would let out little whimpers of pain when the small truck would bounce in and out of one of the many potholes lining the waste littered streets. Because they were running from the law themselves they could not stop to get help from the many police officers roaming the dark alleys and boulevards. " Why did you do it Conrad? You could have just walked away." He said to himself as the pulled around the corner to the safe house they had established over the past three years. He pulled up to an empty parking place on the side of the street a little less than a block from their hiding place. When the little black truck stopped Conrad looked up and spoke weakly. "G,Grant?" After looking around for any number of possible threats Grant looked down at him worry burning hard in his dark green eyes. " You're going to be alright baby, there are medical supplies up in the panic room and I can fix you all up, but now we have to focus on getting up the three flights of stairs. Can you walk?" The tiger growled and sat up ,tears pouring from his eyes and nodding his head. " Yea, but I am going to need help." the drivers side door opened with a loud click and an ear splitting creek as grant pulled the gun from its permanent holster under the seat and loaded the chamber. He unbuckled his seatbelt and quickly walked around to the passer side, opening the door and getting the same noisy report. " you're going to get all the help you need babe" he said getting an arm around his lover and helping him to his feet, making sure not to bump the wound that was most probably going to mean the end of Conrad's Kidney. They staggered the two thirds of a block to the first flight of stairs where Conrad had to sit and rest for a few minutes before they could make their way up. The tiger panted and groaned as the fox helped him sit down on the second step, thick sweat poured down his face and ran off the end of his muzzle. He looked bad and Grant could hardly stop himself from crying as he stood watch, looking down the hallway and down the street. Everything strangely still he leaned down kissing his lover on the cheek. Conrad nodded." Ok, I think I can.." and yelped loudly as he stood up, the flesh parting and letting a fresh river up blood soak into his shirt and pants. Grant quickly got under one arm helping him up every step. After what seemed like an hour they made it up to the steel apartment door. Five dead bolts slid open and they were inside. Grant turned on the lights and quickly cleared the room helping Conrad over the the polished steel dining table. " Lay flat, I am going to get my gear and wash up." he turned and started to walk away but was stopped by Conrad's dry croak " I' I love you Grant." Grants Face softened for a moment looking back into his lover's eyes. " I love you to babe." " Am I going to die?" The question hit Grant like a slap in the face. " God's no, Not on my watch, I've got everything right here to make you all better" Conrad managed to crack a weak smile. " It doesn't take long for that bed side manner to kick in does it Doc?" Grant smiled back grasping his mates paw in both of his. A moment later he was in the bedroom closet rummaging through bags and boxes for the tools, ointments and other chemicals he would need to make his lover well again. On a Doctor's salary that would be a cakewalk compared to the next few days of hell that they were going to have to go through to stay alive.

1. The next morning Grant found himself slumped up against the wall, Latex gloves still covered in Conrad's blood up to the elbow. He looked at his watch." Five thirty in the morning, that means." He counted on his fingers, still overtaxed form the day before. " Four and a half hours." He let out a sigh, looking over at the kitchen table that had acted like an operating table the night before. Conrad still lay sleeping upon the blood covered surface, his chest still rising and falling with blessed breath. The steady beep beep beep of the heart monitor letting him know that Conrad's pulse an oxygen levels were well within safe zones. He stood, pushing himself up the wall and to his feet. He staggered and almost fell,And he would have to if it had not been for that same wall. he put a paw to his head and let himself lean as his other paw dug a wallet sized case out of his left pocket. " Blood sugar is a little low." He said to himself as he unzipped the little black case and pulled out a syringe and a small bottle of insulin. He was shaking badly so he slumped back to the floor and pulled out a long rubber hose and pushed his sleeve out of the way of the little shaven spot on his forearm. He filled the syringe and tied the rubber hose around his arm. he tapped the vein with a couple of fingers and then pushed the needle into the fat vein. he pushed the plunger sending the golden fluid into his bloodstream. The doorbell rang, and Grants training kicked in, He pulled the glock 21 out from its secret hiding place under the seat of the kitchen chair. He pulled the slide back cranking one into the chamber as he approached the door. He peered out the peephole in the reinforced door. The little goat girl reached up and pushed the doorbell again rocking back and forth in her little black shoes. " A cub scout?" He said to himself, cautious of the fact that there may be some unknown villain hidden around the corner, just out of sight. He was tempted to just let her keep ringing the doorbell, but if there was an unknown assailant, that means the little kid was in danger too, and being the Doctor he was he would never forgive himself if a child got hurt. He twisted the deadbolt latch and then removed the double chains from the door before slowly poking his head out. " Hi Mister! My names Megan and i am a cub scout, you wanna buy some delicious cookies from me so that me and my torrp can go to Seven Flags at the end of the year if my mom will let me?" The little kid spoke a million miles an hour and Grant could hardly keep up with what she was saying. he was about to speak when she seamed to register, first the handgun, then the needle and finally the blood that was still covering grants baby blue surgical gloves all the way to the elbow. " Eeek blood!" Thump. And just like that, before Grant could get out a single word, Her little shoes were pointing skywards, and she was out cold. "Um, Megan?" Surprised, and not sure wh what to do with himself he looked around the corner to re to see if there was anybody waiting there to fill him full of holes. there wasn't, so he stuffed his gun in his armpit and pushed the plunger down on the needle, sending the rest of the golden liquid into his body, tossing the needle into the waste a paper basket that was just inside the door. he pulled out his wallet and slipped out a clean and crisp one hundred dollar bill. he knelt and placed the money on the ugly little kids belly. he looked at the little red wagon and picked up the handle once again looking around to see if anybody was watching, and once again there wasn't. he drug the cart in the door and shut it.