<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2m4qhz8.jpg)</div><br/><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Cori Adams<br/><strong>Title:</strong> The Skills<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The open road of the islands<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Taras<br/><hr/><br/>Taras was a very trustworthy individual. He did exactly what he would have requested of her if she had been capable of asking. The instructions had been spoken too quickly for her to fully comprehend what she was supposed to do, but she instinctively knew that she needed to get away from her broken car. She could feel the Firebird idling above her, and she could hear the purr of the engine in neutral. Ritualistically, Cori followed her tiretracks up to the middle of the hill. She would have fallen in the next few steps if Taras hadn't grabbed her frailness and carried her the rest of the way. She was still walking, but it felt like a dream, the kind where she could never get moving, as if every step was the first one she had ever taken. she was determined, and she could feel the glow of Two fires behind her.<br/><br/>She wanted one more look, and she swanned her neck as Taras forced her toward the car. She looked down to see the rear gas tank explode. She had wanted to howl with her car, and scream in frustration. The front engine exploded only moments later and Cori's eyes welled up with tears. She fought them away as the burning car disappeared behind the hill.<br/><br/>She fumbled with her seat belt, the door seemed to close itself and as the engine kicked into gear she clung to the back of the seat, looking much more scared of acceleration than usual. Cori clutched her own ribs and tried hard to keep herself conscious. It was proving to be difficult, she could feel her face wash over white. It was a horrid sensation, it felt like her heart was puking. She reeled it in though and rolled the window down about the same time Taras looked over her way, she could feel his eyes immediately, and she let a smile slip out. If he wasn't there, she would have been fucked in every way.<br/><br/>He had asked about her vision, but she was still thinking about the mess he could have made. He had said a number of important details, the intentional crash, the multiple targets, her head was swirling, she could hardly process it all. Now, they were flying down an unnamed road, and Cori was finally able to blink her vision out of it's blurry curse.<br/><br/><strong>"No, no blood in my eyes."</strong> Cori took her vest off, removed her cigarettes from the pocket and tossed the clothing in the back seat. <strong>"I fucked up my funny bone, and I definitely have a concussion." </strong>She smiled as they passed a green blur on the side of the road, a laugh sneaked out, her hands tossed the cigarettes on to the flat section of the dashboard.<strong> "Still can't read road-signs."</strong> Cori dropped her vest on her lap. <strong>"A bit of shock, would say the doctor." </strong>Her mind was rampant with thoughts of death. She was ecstatic to have lived through such an event. The tears, the cigarettes, and the concussion were all working together.<strong> "I'll be alright."</strong> There was still a fair bit of blood trickling out of the wounds on her head. She whipped her shirt up and off of her shoulders. The skin of her small breasts spilled into the open air. The window was still down. She looked really cold.<br/><br/>As the car continued to accelerate, Cori started to fashion a bandage for her head out of her shirt. The lack of bra was typical. She was practically naked in the passenger seat of Taras car. <strong>"The others. Rendezvous is in the city isn't it? We're catching a big ol' boat?"</strong> The bandage was primitive, functional to say the least. She had torn another section off and used it as a rage to get the blood off of her face. Luckily, Taras had a nearly empty plastic bottle of water on the floorboard. Her vest was wrapped around her naked midsection again as well, she was able to latch all six buttons quickly. The fingers on her right hand kept flexing strangely. Though, she looked to be calming.<br/><br/>She waited for Taras response. Her eyes had dried up enough to see, and she could finally read the speedometer, but her entire right hand was painfully numb, from the elbow to the tips of her fingers, tingling cold. She clutched the handle on the door as tightly as she could manage.</div>