Escape.

Pov. Eliza

I follow helodi's instructions feeling like a fugitive from the asylum, but wait, I'm not the fugitive, but I'm her helper.

My god.

What a point I have reached.

Do craps without turn.

- Stop thinking while riding. - says the girl, stirring.

- Stop stirring or let's hit our boots here on this road. - I say and I hear her laugh.

- Are you afraid of death ? - ask loud.

- Death comes for everyone, but I don't make a point of rushing this joke. - I answer and she laughs.

- I have a theory about death is life, want to hear ? - questions and then I hear sirens ringing.

- Save for later is safe. - I respond by seeing three police cars approaching us through the rear-view mirror.

I step up and accelerate even further passing in the middle of some cars, trying to make any chance even the slightest bit of the police catch us difficult. I look through the rear-view mirror again, seeing the cars making their way to the police, I cry mentally for not thinking about this possibility at such a critical moment.

Shit.

I'll be arrested for helping a crazy woman escape from the asylum or I'll be locked up there along with her.

You can even choose.

What a joke !

- Continue, do not worry about the police cars, just go ahead, I have a plan. - screams helodi leaving me surprised and afraid.

- What do you have in mind ? - I scream without taking my eyes off the road in front of me seeing the cars closing to hinder our escape.

- It is not a good time to talk, but I can tell you that I was not locked in that place for nothing. - he answers and I get worried.

Did I do it right ?

Or did I release a psychopath ?

My god !

I do what she said, I keep moving away from the cars that tried to help the police by shortening the passage forcing me to do risky maneuvers, but I don't worry, I never fall on a motorcycle, I was never reckless while riding because I care about people, because I don't want to take the risk of taking someone's life, or destroying their dreams, but now and differently, there is no pedestrian here, so I don't have to hold on nor be cautious, I can let all the adrenaline overwhelm me.

I don't intend to be arrested.

It's not going !

- I don't know what your plan is, but when the time comes you tell me, because I'm going to make a big shit. - I say feeling my hands shake just to imagine what I'm going to do.

- I could not expect less from you. - she says laughing.

I keep diverting from the cars and I see a truck ahead, I notice that it continues its normal trajectory, maybe the driver has not noticed what is happening.

- Helodi, can you tear the plate off the bike ? - I scream and she is slow to respond.

- soon. - says and I look back quickly.

- I won't even ask how you did that. - I say and I hear your laugh. - and the next, you see that truck in front of you ? - I ask.

- I am. - answer.

- I'll throw the bike under the truck. - I say hoping she understands my plan.

- You don't have to do that, just approach him and leave the rest with me. - she says and I'm curious. - just ahead of me. - complete and I sign.

I do what she asks, overtake all vehicles until I get close to the truck, stay as close as I can keeping the same speed as the truck. Helodi stands the way she can and throws herself on the side of the truck, she manages to hold on to the iron and carefully goes into the cabin, she opens the passenger door.

She did it so easily that I'm sure she's done it several times.

It seems that I am not the only one who has the instinct to be a bit of a bully.

But I would have preferred to have followed my crazy plan, after all it has always been my desire to recreate an action film scene where riders throw their bikes against a truck or car.

I wanted to know what the feeling is.

I follow helodi's plan and do my part forward as she asked, I look through the rear-view mirror and see the truck sort of out of control and in a few minutes the driver and thrown out of the cab. The girl takes control of the truck and seems to increase in speed, the cars around it come out of the middle and the police cars behind it take advantage to follow the truck, they hit the sides trying to make helodi lose control, but she remains firm. I see more police cars behind me and two others coming in the opposite direction, I look through the rear-view mirror seeing that the girl was driving the truck quietly, this makes the hair on my back rumble while I feel a strange shiver, deviation of the cars that were coming in front of me and I keep going on, I look through the rear-view mirror and everything that happens next seems too crazy for me. Helodi turns the truck over at high speed and this causes the rear to throw one of the police cars off the road as the truck turns the cars I misplaced into the vehicle driven by the girl causing a huge mess, I stop the bike with everything and I look back at the police cars that hit head-on full of fumes, the bits of glass scattered across the floor and what comes next is even more unbelievable. The truck door is thrown away and then Helodi leaves the cabin with a little difficulty. Then she goes to what's left of one of the cars and puts half of the body into the vehicle, she picks up a gun and then comes walking to where I'm standing with no reaction.

What shit did I get into ?

This girl is really crazy.

- Let's leave here soon. - she says going up on the rump and I look at her. - What was it ? - questions and I say nothing. - I told you I wasn't locked up in that place all the time, now get us out of here before things get worse for them. - complete and I don't say anything, I just turn on the bike, start and shoot us there.

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Pov. Helodi

I love how people react to me.

It is so pleasant to know that I cause fear and amazement.

Unlike many, being labeled a stranger is crazy doesn't let me down, it actually makes me happy to know that I'm different from most people in this crap society.

I smile at myself observing how tense and nervous eliza is, this is confirmed even more when she enters the middle of the forest with the motorcycle and ends up hitting a tree making us fall.

- Then I'm crazy here. - I say standing up feeling my ribs hurt.

- Shit. - grumbles and I look at her, I see a part of the bike on her leg and she with her hand on her forehead.

- Are you ok ? - I ask while I lift the bike so she can take her leg away.

- I'm fucked, you're not. - he answers looking at me strangely. - why aren't you fucked ? - questions irritated making a face of pain.

- I have a lot of experience with accidents, so my body is already used to suffering. - I answer by extending my hand to her.

She accepts my help and I raise her carefully seeing her whining when she tries to rest her left foot on the floor.

- Let me see. - I say helping her to sit against a tree.

- I think I twisted. - he says and I pick up his backpack lying on the floor, pick up his cell phone and turn on the flashlight.

- Damn it. - I say to take off your chin and see the whole region around your ankle red.

- Do you think you've left the place ? - nervous question and I deny.

- No, maybe it may have torn some ligament or the blow may have been stronger in this region, so it was like this. - I answer calmly, taking your stockings with care.

- What will you do ? - he asks and I say nothing. - You are too young to be a doctor and judging by your enormous talent for trombadinha, because you did not finish high school, so there is no way to have a nursing course in your academic history. - continue and I look at her.

- My mother was a surgeon, I learned some things from her, so either you accept the help of this fake doctor here or I can throw you on the road so you can ask someone to get a ride to wash you at the hospital or maybe the police will give you a ride to jail. - I say mocking and she sighs.

- Sorry, go ahead. - he says and I take off my straitjacket. - A strip tease in the middle of the bush with a recently removed, that sexy. - mockery and I ignore it.

I take the buckles off the straitjacket and then tear the cloth into several pieces, I use the flashlight to look around in search of a piece of stick that I could use to make a support or who knows how to keep to stick in her throat in case she is not worth this beautiful little piece that she has.

- Helodi, will you help me in this life or the next ? - he asks and I turn my eyes.

- I don't believe in other lives, so I'll help you in this one, but if I keep opening my mouth to say shit, I'll kill you. - I answer and she laughs like crazy.

- Sorry, I can't handle the pain. - she says sincerely and I take the sticks that I found and I rest around her ankle seeing her nail in the ground. - Shit, I can take Tylenol pure, I even find it delicious actually, but I don't know how to deal with blood, cadavers and not even with parts of me injured. - he keeps talking and I take the opportunity to tighten the buckle close to the sticks around his ankle. - I'm not feeling much pain, I never feel anything right away, because I'm too anxious, but my heart beating faster than the flash's strides makes me scared. - complete and I squeeze it as hard as I can when I see her screaming.

- Okay, now I'll just pass it around and then tie it and then you'll be young again, maybe even ready to hit another tree. - I say sarcastically and she looks at me.

- Will I get the gold medal in athletics at the Olympics ? - ask serious questions. - I think I can jump with one leg to the finish line. - he says smiling.

- I think you would leave everyone surprised to be the first Saci Pererê to participate and win an Olympics. - I say helping her to get up.

(Ps : I'll explain at the end of the chapter about saci so that those who don't know the character of Brazilian folklore can understand the joke. )

I don't know what's in her head, but I think she hit her head and must be delirious.

I'm pretty sure of that.

- Does not rest the foot on the ground, it can worsen the injury. - I say and settle it.

I put her back on the tree and then I run to the bike and lift it, I look if the support foot is broken, when I see that I don't push the bike to the dark-haired girl, then I climb on it and I look at the girl.

- Can you climb ? - I ask and she is clear.

- Do you think she's still picking up after that hit? - questions while I help her to climb the way I can.

- It costs nothing to try. - I answer. - if I am not, I will carry you until we reach a place where we can hide. - complete and she looks at me.

- You don't have to do that, I can walk. - says when getting on the bike.

- Whether you want to or not I'll carry you. - I say turning the key. - you took me out of that place, so... - I can't finish talking because the girl behind me falls off the motorcycle.

Shit !

Now it's confirmed, she hit her head.

What am I going to do with you girl ?

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About Saci : O Saci-pererê, or simply saci, is a mischievous black boy who smokes a pipe and wears a red cap that grants him magical powers. One of the important characteristics of this character is that he has only one leg.

Saci-pererê is a very mischievous character who has fun playing with animals and people.According to the stories, his main antics are braiding animals' tails at night, hiding objects (such as seamstresses' thimbles), whistling very shrill to scare travelers, swapping the salt container for the sugar one, and distract the cooks so they burn the food.

If you want to understand better about this legend, you can search on google or watch the series "Invisible City " that in Brazil is written as " Cidade Invisível " which is a Netflix production, there it tells the story of Saci and other characters of Brazilian folklore. )