Demontouched: The Demontouched Saga (Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

I’ve got to remember to put this on the list of things to work with her when I get the chance.
    She nods and takes the wheel, putting her foot on the gas pedal as I slide back out of the seat. I’m almost in the back when she swerves the car and throws me into the door.
    “Sorry!” she says, swerving hard the other way. Driving was never her high point, but we don’t have any other options.
    Nancy suddenly screams. She’s hit. The stormtroopers managed to get lucky in Return of the Jedi too.
    I look over at her. Blood is starting to collect on her shirt, right below her breast. Unless she got lucky and the bullet deflected off of a rib, we’re going to have to get her to a hospital fast.
    I pull an old shirt out of my bag along with a few Vicodin I have stashed. I fold up the shirt and place it on the wound with a bit of pressure. “Hold that as hard as you can and take these.”
    She nods and tries to hand me the gun. I look over at her and smile. “You keep that, Daddy always gave me the good toys.” The only thing I hope is that my toys are enough. If I am on solid ground I am able to stop bullets. In a car is a different story. Our only chance is if I can throw off the driver.
    I look out the remnants of my back window. The thugs in the passenger seats must be reloading, because the bullets have stopped. This is the best chance I’m going to get.
    I work my upper body through the window and point my hands at the car to my right. Lifting metal is usually easy for me as long as it doesn’t weigh a few of tons. I have no idea if I have enough power to make this work. If they used metal frames, like they used to, this trick would be much easier. Instead I have to focus harder to get through the fiberglass hood to work my push on the engine. The axle would be a better option, but I can’t seem to make it out.
    Within moments I notice the front end of the Camaro shimmy.
    Unless the driver is doing it, I got them.
    I throw my hands to the right and watch the car drive into the median. Within seconds it explodes, sending a plume of flame three stories high. That was pretty impressive, if I say so myself. Now I get to see if I can do it again.
    The other car speeds up, getting on the passenger side of the car. I point my hands at the car and try to focus on the engine again. There is a clear shot to the axle this time, but I figure that it will be able to push the car from this angle.
    I catch a glimpse of metal on the passenger side of the car in time to duck back into the car before he starts shooting at us. I pull myself up, being careful not to put any extra pressure on Nancy’s chest. The last thing she needs is my two hundred pound frame laying on top of her.
    To think about it, if my two hundred pound frame was laying on top of her to begin with, we wouldn’t be in this mess. Hindsight is always twenty-twenty.
    I reach over and roll down the window. I could try to push the car with it up, but I’ve never tried using it through glass. All things considered, this isn’t the way I want to test it. I reach my hands out above the safety glass and start to concentrate on the engine. The driver looks over at us then turns the wheel, smashing his car into mine. The impact sends me on on top of Nancy, who rewards me by screaming into my ear.
    I grab the gun and smash the window for a clear shot. The glass wasn’t going to provide us with enough cover to worry about and it was forcing me to have my arms at a really weird angle, so it had to go. The car is pretty much shot at this point, anyways.
    I reach my hand forward and start to focus again. It starts to shimmy a little, but I don’t have enough grip on it to make a push. If I try to do it too soon, and it fails, I have to start the whole process all over again. That isn’t something that these guys are going to let me do. I only get one shot at this, so I need to make it count.
    I notice the passenger lining up another shot so I have to make this quick. I