Duncan looked in his mirrers. He startid the enjin, yanked the steering wheel to the left and axeleratid farst owt of the kew. We zoomed owt the way we had come in, bersting thrugh a baryer and flying the rong way up a one wey bit. ‘Weyull take the Ullapool rode and get a ferry to the Hebrides in sted,’ he said. ‘Bastard losers, wont get us.’
He kept checking his mirrers. ‘Sally-Anne,’ he said, ‘if its abowt NarstyLady then dont brethe a werd. We never saw her.’
‘I think they want LittelBaby,’ I said. ‘Thay look like the pepol what bete Steve up.’
Arfter abowt harf an awer he said tensely, ‘Sally-Anne, weyer being followed.’ There was a black car bihind us wich did evry thing we did. The rode was disertid so it was really obvius. Duncan did a larst minit swerv at a juncshun. Thay screeched there brakes but still followed us. He tried and tried to throw them of, but thay were still right bihind us.
On a straighter bit of forist rode, Duncan tried axelerating right up to are crappy cars limit, but they were still effert lessley glued to are bumper. They had dark windows so we coudent see how meny they were.
‘On the plus side,’ said Duncan…
‘Yes?’ I said.
‘…they havent shot us…. yet. But on the down side…we havent got much petrul.’
He wantid to get some where more populatid so thay woud be less likely to hert us as thay might be being wotched, but it was a lownly rode. Evensholy we ran owt of petrul. The car just went slower and slower, then petered owt and stopt. The car bihind stopt to. I had un straped LittelBaby from her sete. ‘Iyull hold them of,’ he said. ‘Run, Sally-Anne. There isent nuthing else we can do.’ I got owt and startid running across the mor with LittelBaby in my arms. I knew it was hope less thogh. Thay were going to get her of me. ‘I love you, LittelBaby,’ I wispered to her hed. ‘Dont ferget, I love you.’ The black car had stopt. Oh bugger, there were four blokes got owt. Two were running arfter me. Two more were heding for Duncan. I looked back as I ran, garsping in fright.
Duncan got owt the car with the wheel jack. He held it bihind him and slammed it into the ferst man who reached him. Thay tusseled and punched.
Duncan made to bring the jack smacking down hard on his hed, but bifore he could, the man rolled really quick and brought a foot up, real farst into Duncans balls. Duncan dubled over with a horribel grone. Oh my god, thats agony, I thort to my self. Duncan still had the jack in his hands. He brought it rownd in a big arc, smacking the guy in the fase. I thort, ‘Run, run, Sally-Anne,’ but I knew the uthers were catching up with me. It was hope less. I was grabbed by the leg and fell for werd. I manijed to prertect LittelBaby from the fall thogh, by spinning rownd on to my side. The man gripped my leg hard, really hard, it hert massis. I saw anuther man coming up at the dubel. I hit owt at the ferst man, scremed as I felt LittelBaby being twistid owt of my grasp, then felt my self flying thrugh the air and to wards the rocky grownd. My hed and showlder hit it with an inormus crunch. All the breth was nocked owt of me. I felt gritty erth in my tethe. I jus lay there and wantid to slepe.
I woke up, god knows how long arfter. Coud of bene minits, coud of bene awers. It semed darker, and was spitting with rane. My showlder was throbbing. My hed hert. All was quiert. Jus sickley spinning hether and erth and gray sky in my line of vishun. Midgis were in my hare. I lifted my hed to quickly and threw up. I moved very sloly awey from the sick. Owt of one eye I wotched a beetel walking a long the edge of a crack in the grownd for a wiol. I wotched the drizzel come down, tiny drops all most like mist. My brane felt empty.
Then, bam, I membered LittelBaby. Oh, god, what had happerned to LittelBaby? Pray that she is there, I thort. Pray, pray. I tried to opern the uther eye but it was crustid up with blud. I crawled over to where I had got hit. I knew, thogh, bifore I got there, that she woud be gone. And she was. She was gone. I lay back down and howled and howled like a mummy wolf whose cub has got washed awey in a flud.
Then I thort, shit where is Duncan? ‘Duncan!’ I called, in a panic. ‘Duncan!’
I fownd him crumpeled biside the car, blud coming owt of his eyes and mowth. He was completely owt. His fase had massiv black brusis. I put my ear to his chest. I coudent here eny thing. I took his rist and felt for thumping there. I thort I coud feyul a faynt puls. I kissed his for hed. ‘Come on Duncan,’ I cried. ‘I nede you. You carnt die.’
He jus lay there with the wites of his eyes showing. His arms were floppy. It dident look as if he was brething. I put my cheke to his nose and coudent fele eny breth.
‘Oh, think, Sally-Anne, think,’ I thort. My mind had gone intirely blank. I did tip him over to the side thogh. Its not good to drink your own vommit. I member lerning that when one of my sisters, Jo, use to put my uther sister, Elsie, all weys on her side when she got so pissed on a Saterdy night that she went un conshus. I operned Duncans mowth. A bit of blud trickerled owt the side into the hether. Oh, shit, may be he had all redy drowned drinking his own blud. What else coud I do?
Thay had tried to teach us that brething in to some boddy else thing in Ferst Ade at the center. I dont think I had bene consentrating to well. And there fake persen put me of, because it had no legs, and no arms, and no hed, so it looked like a dis imboddied chest what had bene in a terribel trane crash. If your going to have a fake persen, you might as well have it looking like a persen. Thats what I think eny wey.
I tried brething in to Duncans mowth but the air jus came owt his nose. Then I tried holding his nose and brething again in to his mowth. Then I tried cuvering his hole mowth with my mowth. I took a massiv breth and sent it all in to him. That werked better. His chest rose up. I did like five breths then I did that thing where you press down ten centi meters on the middel of the chest, hard, with both fists. I was scared it mite hert him, but then I thort, no, hes owt, so its not going to hert and eny wey, herting is better than being ded, so I sat with one leg on eether side of him and went for it. I tried and tried. I did five breths again, then the pumping thing. Then five more breths and pumping again. He jus lay there.
If he was ded I coudent bare it. I thort I woud die of greef. After abowt twenty minits brething and pumping I clapsed. I put my hed on his chest and cried bitter teres. If Duncan was gone, I mite as well die. ‘Duncan,’ I waled. ‘If your gone, I will have to go to, and then what will LittelBaby do?’
His chest gave a littel crackel and spasum under my hed. He pulled in a depe breth, opernd cracked lips and croked, ‘Iyum …not… gonna…die, Sally-Anne.’
‘Oh, thank god, thank god,’ I said. Rilefe woshed over me. ‘But Duncan….’ I said, and I all most dident want to tell him, as it woud be to sad for him, ‘…thay…thay got LittelBaby. Shes gone.’
He pushed him self up with his arms, groning. ‘Fuck…fuck them,’ he said, spitting blud.