Disclaimer:
I don't own any characters from the movie. I do own Katya, Sasha, Tolya, Vanya. Among others that I might create in the future. Once again I own them so.....GRRRR!!!!!!!!growls in death metal voice PAKA MOI DETI!!
It's night now, in a small rural town, Tucson. The roads are wet, and the cars are covered with water. No noises now, but then the sound of a door shutting and yelling is heard. Words and curses are heard back and forth, in an incomprehensible tongue. A shadowed figure sits in the darkened interior of a car and waits for the driver to return. He's a teenage boy, distraught, stressed and confused. We can't tell what race he is just yet but we definitely know it's European. His tattoos and clothing indicates he's foreign. His face is accented by semi-long waves of hair; sometimes down or pulled back. But in this case, down and wet, and somewhat covered in what looks to be sweat and blood. He looks like he's had a hell of a night. Appearing to have been in some kind of fight, his hair is messed, sweating, bleeding, and his breathing is heavy. His apparel composed of things grabbed off the floor; a wife beater covered in spats off blood, and some boxers. Some of his prized possessions strewn across the backseat. A gun, a guitar, and boots litter the car, and the rest of the belongings are in the trunk. Unknowingly, he shakes from the cold, and the adrenaline. Then suddenly the driver gets in, and hands him a large case. She starts the car, and slams the gas.
"So what where to?" he asks with his thick accent, as he waits for a reply.
"I don't know yet."she says calmly and clearly in a somewhat noticeable accent.
"Trah!!Trah!!Sooka!!" he swears and slams the dashboard.
"You really want to know where we're going?" lighting a cigarette.
"Dah." He replies stressed out and pissed. She offers the kid a cigarette, and without, thinking he accepts and receives a swift hand to the head.
"The fuck!?" he rubs his head.
"Rule number one: you obey my rules." She presses the filter to her red lips and takes a drag.
"What are they then? shit..." he continues to rub his head, slightly pissed.
"You'll find out soon enough..." Flicking away the ashes with long her longer fingers.
"Could I at least have a cigarette then?...shit.." he asks still rubbing his head.
"Sure, here." she takes another drag, then offers it to the kid. He goes to retrieve it and again he receives a swift hand to the head.
"You know what? Fuck it...I can get my cigarettes else where." he retorts, voice hanging in resentment.
"Yeah, try me. You maybe be able to buy cigarettes and stolichnaya where you're from. But with me, it's just not happening." she states firmly.
"Yeah, who the hell are you to say what I can and can't do?! You know what pull over, I'm through with this shit!!" he yells. She speeds up and jerks the car to the side of the road.
"UNLESS, YOU'VE GOT A BETTER PLACE TO GO...I SUGGEST YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP....understand? And who the hell am I to say what you can and can't do?!... the person who saved your ass back there; that's who I am! So unless you've got any better ideas...." she doesn't yell, but her voice is firm and unrelenting. He calms down a bit, and asks his question in a slightly better tone.
"Where are we gonna go then? Where we gonna stay? It's a simple question."
"Like I said before, I don't know yet. But I have a few contacts on the west coast."
"That where we going? To the west? Why there?"
"Gotta see an old friend about a favor. They might be able to help us there." she says not really sure of the words.
"Just a person I knew a while ago."
"Old friend? Huh? Sounds like a boyfriend to me. You wanna tell me what he means to you?" he asks mockingly.
"Just shit...Old news, old history. Nothing to say. Now just leave it at that."
"Can I at least have a name then?"
"O'Connor; Brian O'Connor."