( saw the title of a friends recent blog post and it got my wheels turning. Thanks Dave.)
"How the Fuck?!"
"I'll explain later."
The Porsche slowed eventually and stopped in front of a warehouse. She flicked the lights twice and a garage door opened in the side of the building. I would have been shocked, bu with all I'd seen that day, and then being shot at, I was taking a lot more than normal at face value. She got out of the car, meeting a gentleman in a long coat. They embraced and I turned my head, looking around the building. It was furnished nicely, bays with cars and people lined one side. Above the work area, a lounge of sorts, or maybe just a furnished store room for parts and the like. I rubbed the back of my neck and grimaced. 'Note to self: try not to escape from moving convertibles in the future.'
"What's your name, kid?" A condescending voice drew me back from my thoughts. I turned to see the man still holding my rescuer.
"Ethan." I said curtly. It was an alias, but one that all to ready flowed off of my tongue.
"Ethan. Good to meet you. Welcome to my workshop." His voice was smooth in a way that only meant he was calculating. I didn't trust him anymore than I trusted the woman in his arms.
"Thanks. While you're feeling hospitable, why don't you explain to me why the fuck that Porsche could disappear and reappear on the other side of a fucking semi at damn near 150 miles per hour?!" I could feel the hatred and fear boiling in my veins as i spoke. The man looked down to his partner and she smirked. He shook his head and a genuine smile passed over his lips.
"That wasn't the car. That was her." The pair separated and she shrugged her shoulders like the whole thing was no big deal.
"And on that note." I growled and walked back towards the garage door we had entered through. I heard the tell tale click of a gun being readied.
"Not so fast, my dear."
"Should have just died on the side of the road..." I growled and put my hands up turning around to face her.
"You've been on the wrong side of the law before, you should know you don't get to just walk away Ethan."
"And here I was thinking you'd be more original than that." I smirked and met her gaze.
"Originality is dead, my friend."
2 comments:
Hmmm....great visuals. It's missing something though, can't quite put my finger on it. Also, are you working on a backstory to accompany this piece? I'd like to read that, it would be interesting :)
~Kathryn
there isn't going to be a back story but if you check out the link at the top you'll see the first piece that inspired this one :)
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