�On the phone, long long distance, always through such strong resistance...� The strains of one of Cake�s songs beat through his speakers.
�Hell, at least I got a good stereo system,� he grumbled. The engine sputtered a little. Oh hell. He patted the steering wheel. �Good truck, good truck, don�t die on me now...� The engine subsided, and he exhaled. Whew. It was amazing the poor thing had lasted so long... It was what, 2188? That made it a good ten years old.
�You�re never ever ever ever there...�
He wondered if Atra had managed to repair the cold chamber, and if she was ever going to take Adam�s AE and put it in stasis. She had been promising for what seemed like an eternity to get it repaired, and her games with forcing him to locate the others was a waste of his time. It seemed no one was ever there for him any more.
�The golden bird that flies away, a candle�s fickle flame, to think I held you yesterday, your love was just a game...�
He muttered a curse. Not that he�d say anything in her presence- it was only when she was not around that he had second thoughts about her. It was more likely he�d find himself in bed than he�d find himself complaining. She was just so damn intoxicating - her presence was... Distracting and will-breaking to say the least. The minute I open my mouth I�m more likely to find hers there than I am to be saying anything of note. Not that she�s randy... I think she does it on purpose. It isn�t as if she could possibly miss the effect she has on me, for cryin� out loud. I can�t even have an internal monologue with her around. Psycho telepaths. He missed the irony of his last thought, being an Empath himself.
Someone pulled out in front of him, the screeching of rubber tires on hot asphalt drowning out even his loud music, which he was playing without regard to the law. Dammit... What the hell is this? Two more screechers fell in beside him, effectively preventing him from turning.
�Oh shit...� I bet this is that hijacker gang they were talking about on the news... Hell! He revved up his engine and slammed it into reverse, praying that it wouldn�t stall. Why the hell were they bothering with him? He turned the stereo off. �Hey! Get off my damn tail!�
Something crashed down on his head, and it was a long time before he woke up in the alley with only his boxers.
�Dammit...� And to top it off, he still had a killer migraine.