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him in the legs and send him flying up in the air, and then crashing back down to the ground below. It slammed from his shoulder to his knees, punching the air out of his lungs and knocking him back to the ground.
                  His hips, along with a few ribs and vertebrae, were shattered on impact and several of his organs ruptured. He felt blood pooling somewhere in his abdomen. But the internal bleeding was just one place where he was losing blood. He also felt it leaking down his legs and trickling down the back of his head where it hit the pavement.              
                  His body would start healing with the worst injury, but he didn't know if it would be strong enough to catch up in time to do anything more to help Anabell.
                  The force of his body slamming into the front of the van crushed the hood and sent the vehicle careening into a large oak tree on the other side of the road. There was no time for the driver to correct or prepare for impact.
                  The van hit the tree with a crunching sound as window shattered and the rest of the hood mangled. Eadric was just conscious enough to see the driver go hurtling through the window.
                  The three men inside the van poured out, the last one holding tight onto Anabell's upper arm. Her hands were flex-cuffed behind her back and a large piece of duct tape covered her mouth.
                  The first two raced to the driver. They found him in two pieces beside the tree. His head on one side and the rest of his body on the other. He was dead - there was no healing a decapitation.
                  "We'll have to take her on foot until we can find another car to grab. The van is totaled," Number one said as he walked back over to number three and Anabell.
                  "Robert?" Number three asked. One shook his head.
                  "What do we do with the one on the road?" Two asked as he rejoined the group, motioning to Eadric.
                  One spit in his direction and scowled.
                  "Him, we leave to die. He's too wounded to last much longer. Plus, the sun will be up soon. If he doesn't bleed out or get ran over again, the sun will nuke him for us. Hands clean. Problem solved – for good."
                  "What if he teleports?" Three.
                  "I doubt he can. He has no one to help him heal, and he’s gravely wounded. Let's just leave him. He’s always been worthless."
     
     
                  Anabell looked over at Eadric from her periphery. He wasn't moving. It was a bad sign.
                  She was too far away to tell just how badly he had been injured, but, if she listened to the men who were holding her, it was very, very bad. He was dying just fifty feet from her, and she was handcuffed.
                  She didn't know what she could do to help him, but she knew that she had to get to him. Even if they killed her, even if he died too, she had to try to save him - like he was trying to save her.
                  "Let's go!" One barked. Anabell assumed that meant he became the man in charge of the ragtag group. From what she had seen of the three, though, they were all clueless. Someone else had to be pulling the strings.
                  Three guided her toward the road. They had decided to walk along the side of the road pretending to be hitchhikers until someone stopped.
                  Counting to five as she used her shoulder to roll the piece of duct tape off her mouth, she put her meager plan into action.
                  "Ow!" she yelled as she threw herself to the ground. "My ankle!" Three almost went down with her, but her let her go at the last second. She hit the grass a little harder than she meant to. It was effective,