Ricks Will be Ricks (Chapter 11, Part 7)

                                    

                                          
"Oh god." You panicked, "W-we need to lock all the rooms with patients in them!"
                          
"Good idea, you do that." The doctor Rick gave you the keys and went on to open the door to make his way down the hall, towards the elevator.
                          
"Where are you going?" you asked.
                          
"I'm getting the fuck outta here!" The elevator doors closed and the Rick was never seen again.
                          
You were disgusted by his actions, but you felt like you had no choice but to help out here. After telling the Mortys everything's going to be okay, you locked their door. As you moved from door to door and locking every single one and telling all the patients to hide, a group of armed Ricks were seen rushing towards the prisoner's location. They seemed to mostly ignore you, since they had a bigger problem to handle. 
                          
Deafening gunshots echoed through the building. A few seconds later, a Rick turned a corner and came running down the hall towards you like there was no tomorrow. He was wearing a gray jumpsuit with a number tag on it, his arms and face were covered in deep scars. You jumped in fear and stood with your back against the cold wall, your hands covering your mouth. The prisoner ran past, but soon stopped and turned to observe you. His eyes weren't filled with anger or a thirst for violence like you thought, but his expression was soft and curious. More gunshots were heard, but these were closer, much closer. The armed Rick cops turned the same corner and shot the prisoner in the chest multiple times. He collapsed to the ground with a loud thud. 
                          
The Ricks moved in front of you to take the body, but they quickly found out he was still breathing. You pushed your way through all the cops and sat down beside him. With your help, he sat up with his back on the wall. The cops didn't stop you, but instead looked at what was happening in front of them.
                          
"Fuck, am I dying?" The prisoner whispered as he looked at the pool of blood on the floor.
                          
It broke your heart, but you tried your best to keep it together, "You're going to a better place."
                          
"After what I did?" He met your gaze, "Are... are you my guardian angel?"
                          
"I'm Y/N." you smiled lightly.
                          
"I like that name..." He coughed a good amount of blood, "Y/N... I'm really not going to hell for what I did? I- I didn't mean to kill her, it was an accident... I loved her."
                          
"Rick..." you whispered, "You're not going to hell... she knows it wasn't your fault and she forgave you." You tried to come up with something that would make him feel better and you succeeded.
                          
"Thank you, Y/N." The Rick closed his eyes and the last breath left his lungs. The cops surrounding you looked at each other with sad and guilty eyes.
                          
After a few moments of silence one of the cops spoke, "You know everyone's looking for you and we have to bring you to the President?"
                          
You stood up and looked at him, "You can try." Those were the last words the cops heard you say before you bolted towards the stairs because you knew the elevator wouldn't have arrived quickly enough. You exited the building after throwing the keys onto a coffee table near the entrance. The Ricks were heard catching up to you. 
                          
Luckily, 'Doofus' Rick had just crossed the street when he saw you running like crazy towards him and pulling him with you. After he saw a bunch of cops after you, he quickly got something out of his pocket and threw it at them. It was a smoke grenade and it distracted them for just enough time for you to escape in to dark alleyways.
                          
"That was..." 'Doofus' spoke after catching his breath, "That was kind of fun, actually."
                          
"I know, right?! Smoke grenades for the win!" You exclaimed, "Oh god... I'm a horrible influence on you."
                          
He laughed, "It's okay, I'm fine with it."
                          
"C'mon let's meet up with the cowboy." You said. As you were walking along the dimly lit street, you told your friend about everything that had happened at the hospital. You still had the medical coat and stethoscope so you decided to throw them in the nearest trash can. 
                          
"I knew that Rick... good guy." A familiar western accent spoke, "Now he's as cold as a wagon tire, that's a shame." The cowboy walked out of the shadow.
                          
"He told me that he didn't mean to kill her and it was an accident. What did he mean by that?" You asked.
                          
"He too found himself a girl, not as perky as you, but... They were inseparable. The Council didn't like that so they took her away, he went mad and tried to get her back, but... he shot her by accident. In that moment of grief and fury he lost his cool and killed like ten guards. As a result, he got a life sentence in the crowbar hotel."
                          
"That's sad." 'Doofus' said.
                          
"Alright enough chit-chat, let's get a move on before- " Cowboy stopped mid-sentence and gazed at something behind you.
                          
Then, moments later, a gun click was heard, "Hands in the air!" A Rick yelled. You did as he said before turning to face the cop. He looked at the Ricks beside you, "You two with her?"
                          
"No, sir." Cowboy spoke, "We ain't."
                          
"Good, then get lost." The cop ordered and they did exactly that. You were left alone with the cop who then handcuffed you and another cop who was waiting by the car, drinking coffee.
                          
The Rick with sunglasses and handlebar mustache smirked after taking a sip of his hot beverage, "Nice work, Rookie. Glad you didn't give in to those sad eyes she has."
                          
"I'm just doing my job." The Rookie opened the door and put you in the backseat of the car before entering the vehicle himself. A couple of minutes into the drive, he cleared his throat, "Why does the President need her for anyway?" he asked the other cop.
                          
"We did our job, Rookie, the rest doesn't concern us." The cop took off his sunglasses.
                          
You looked through the window and spoke, "They want to kill me." 
                          
"What? Why?" Rookie questioned.
                          
"They probably want info from my Rick, I'll only be used to make him talk."
                          
"That's not right."
                          
The cop with the mustache grew frustrated and annoyed, "Don't listen to her, Rookie. They all have sad stories. That's how they try to control you. I'm sick of you going soft every time you hear something that's 'not right' as you say." 
                          
"It won't happen again." Rookie whispered. 
                          
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"Wh- wh- why did you do that? Why would you let the cops take her?!" 'Doofus' asked the Cowboy.
                          
"We're no use to her arrested, are we? We'd be gone goslin." Cowboy answered, "Now grab some guns, we got a few coots to get rid of." He then turned to his little friend who just showed up, "You ready to raise same sand, cowboy Morty?" 
                          
"I'm ready, partner!" The short teenage boy exclaimed as he turned off the safety switch on a gun that looked almost bigger than him.
                          


                          


                          
Cowboy vocabulary: Cold as a Wagon Tire – Dead, Perky – Lively, Crowbar Hotel – Jail, Gone Goslin – Doomed, Coot – An idiot, Raise Sand – Start trouble
                          
Note: I'm sorry if I miss a week or two of updating, school is taking a lot of time out of my day. Thank you so much for reading my story <3 Also, season 4 is coming in like two-ish weeks?? Like whaaattt??