“Well the hell with this, Nate, I’m not letting [i]you[/i] of all people help while I sit on my ass doing nothing.” Vin yelled from the back seat, unsure if he was more upset that Nate was being all high and mighty, or that he just got hit in the face with the jerk’s sweaty shirt. 

“I didn’t want to stay in here anyway!...”

Vincent shoved the passenger seat forward and stepped out onto the gravel alongside the road, almost losing his footing in the process. Except for the light shining from the car’s head & tail lights, the area they stopped in was complete and utter darkness, with no other vehicles in either direction. What the hell was the group doing out here in the middle of nowhere? He couldn’t pinpoint it, but something felt off, as though a slow surge of energy were travelling through his body, causing small tremors on his skin. He examined his arms, nothing noticeably different about the tattoos, no movement, but he felt it nonetheless. Part of him just wanted to jump back in the car and peel ass away from everyone and everything and back to his own damn life and problems. He was angry, but not so much at his Nate and Jennifer, but about the situation and about himself. And it seemed the car ride didn’t help to alleviate the frustration building... 

“Fuckin’ boonies” He mumbled angrily, staring out into the oblivion, before heading over to the other two hovering over the injured road warrior. 

“Whoa, let’s not be hasty here…” Vin quickly interjected as he walked up, overhearing Nate asking Jennifer to heal the unknown man, but before he could continue his protest, Jennifer had already made up her mind, as reluctant as she may have been about the decision. 

Vincent looked at her, but couldn’t say anything. Who was he to her anyway? Certainly not anyone of significance, and he wasn’t about to tell her what she should and shouldn’t do, so the inevitable would have to run it’s course.

“How do we know we aren’t going to fuckin’ lose her in the process?” He shot Nate a nasty look, feeling his own skin crawling in the process.  “And trust me, I’d much rather have her around than you or whoever this guy is...”

Vincent turned and walked back toward the car, clenching his fist until he reached the trunk, and slammed it down onto the metal. The pain subsided, but he knew he would probably feel it later, if there was a later. Vin’s thoughts of Trish flooded back in the worst way, as she had been the last person he really cared enough about, even all those years ago before she left him. He’d been helpless when she eventually overdosed and died from the drugs, and the booze, and partying, and all the shit that probably should have killed Vincent first. And yet now he had a chance to help Jennifer, to maybe talk some sense into her, and yet why would he?

Maybe it is her fate to take on all the evil living inside the one she heals, only to deal with the repercussions on her own. Vin didn’t want to be there when it tore her apart bit by bit. 

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