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Same Planet. Different World
Mobius
A Lynx is walking away from the city she had built for them, the heavy rain soaking her fur and making her shudder. In her mind the same thoughts constantly play over:
7 years in this body and what has it brought me?
Pain to me and others.
Fear.
Isolation from my own kind.
The whole point of this body was to bring the chance of love, and yet nobody will be close to me, let alone touch me.
Sallys right. Whats the point.
Earth
It was one of those days what you wish you could forget about and move on, however this day had no intention of finishing with one man just yet.
It was a terrible night to drive, J half asleep heading down an empty road to yet another town in his old 4x4, still looking for the one thing he had lost, somewhere that feels right.
Damn it I should really pull over, why wont this bloody rain stop, the wipers wont go any faster. 30 mph and I still can't bloody see.
A few moment later his eyes were starting to close from the overwhelming urge for sleep that was taking over him, the events of the day and the strain of driving in these conditions had taken their toll. He tried snapping himself out of it though unfortunately had failed to notice he had strayed to the opposite carriage way. A few moments later his eyes began shutting again.
He soon had a rude awakening, headlamps of a truck shining directly in his face with its horns blaring. Hitting the brakes hard the wheels locked up in the wet conditions sending him sliding out of control. Moments from impact he swore he could see a black a figure standing between him and the oncoming vehicle.
Helllllllll...
Silence. J sat there trembling quite badly in the now stationary truck. Only the sound of heavy rain, wipers and the idling engine around him. No truck, no horns, no impact, nothing.
What the hell just happened? Was that a dream? God damn I need to find somewhere to park up. Or perhaps a stiff drink.
Setting off again he couldn't help but wonder how long he had been asleep at the wheel considering the road had changed, the street lights now absent and generally looking more of a rural road.
A few miles had passed since the incident and J was feeling more with it, thinking to himself adrenaline was the reason though a little con-fuddled to exactly where he was so over the last few minutes had been stealing glances at an old map, his sat nav deciding to lose satellite location after the near miss.
Where the hell am I? I should have hit a town by now...
He looked up to find a set of green eyes reflecting in his headlamps a short distance ahead. Hitting the brakes he just managed to pull up to what appeared to be a woman standing in the middle of the road, the front bumper only a few inches away from hitting her. He got out of the truck and started towards her. Now normally J never shouts at people unless they are provoking him, let alone a woman, but tonight his nerves are on the edge and this seemed to finish him off.
WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!? I COULD HAVE KILLED YOU!
Why is he shouting at me? Why? Why do they hate me... the woman thought to herself before dropping to her knees sobbing, saying quietly to herself (though J just about heard) "That's what I wanted." He stood in silence for a moment, feeling low for shouting at someone who obviously is going through something bad. Looking at her he found himself confused, she didn't look human or animal, somewhere in between with soaking wet brown fur and black hair. Cat like perhaps? Defiantly a female wearing jeans and a purple top.
Come on Ballard show some manners. Whatever she is she needs to get out of the rain and have a think before doing anything stupid.
Stepping to the side of her he removed his bush hat and placed it on her, hoping to divert the rain off to some degree before saying softly: "I'm sorry for my outburst I didn't mean to hurt you, my temper is a tad out of kilter today. Jump in the truck out of this bloody rain, I will drop you off wherever you wish, that's if you want to of course."
She looked up into his eyes, green eyes meeting his blue. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her, her eyes full of hurt. Little did he know but she could see the same in his.
Why should I go back? Why should I even listen to him? They all are the same... though is eyes show pain... I can't keep doing this. I want it all to end...She lowered her head and started sobbing.
Right Jay boy it couldn't get any worse, you may as well try as it might just snap her out of it, hugs are marvellous things...
With that thought he picked her up and hugged her, in the process realising how wet she was. He also noticed the black markings under her eyes which reminded him of something from the eighties, hell he even could go as far as saying they looked kinda cute. She looked into his eyes again, which for some odd reason raised a small smile from him. Walking over to the truck with her in his arms he placed her down on the passenger seat. She looked to him in what can only be described as confused wonderment.
"Why are you doing this for me?"
"I'm not letting someone as cute as you come to any harm out here."
What did he just say? He thinks I'm cute? "Do you know who I am?" She asked timidly.
"Yeah your the silly sod who just tried to get herself killed" He answered with a twisted grin before adding "Seriously whatever has got to you, whatever has got you down, let it go. Things can never be that bad." As he was talking she noticed something about his form, or more precisely his hands. Five fingers? I thought almost all homo sapiens died after Eggman destroyed Station Square.
He desperately wanted to ask her questions, mainly about what she was and where they were, though thought better to leave those to later then perhaps put her through any more strife then she already was in. He walked around, got into the drivers seat and set off to the unknown with the rather confused wet creature to his side.