Chapter Two- Red Truck

Author's Note- I forgot to thank HighQueenReicheru in my last chapter! Sorry! She helped me with a few things! lol, hope you enjoy this chapter!!!

Pyro didn't run anymore instead he walked quickly through the desert fields of Nevada. He saw few forms of life in the harsh wilderness, if he was lucky he saw a cactus or a small desert lizard. He didn't care though, he liked the lack of life, no one could sell him out as a mutant and he didn't have to listen to the annoying ramblings of stupid women in city bars.


After three more hours of straight walking, Pyro started to see things through lack of water. At one point he thought he saw a camel trail with Arabian men leading them on a desert path only they could see. A camel was dragging behind carrying silver spoons on its back. He stared in disbelieve as he saw it saunter lazily past him.

"You have to be kidding me…" he said to himself and he carried on walking a little further.


Two hours later he came across a dusty, deserted tarmac road. He saw a battered sign a few yards away and he moved towards it keeping an eye out for anymore hallucinations. The green direction sign told him that the town of Lovelock was twenty miles South East and Imlay was twenty five miles North West of his current position.

"Lovelock? Imlay? Who the hell names theses places?" he asked himself and he looked up and down the road.

No cars, no trucks, no form of life apart from himself. He sighed and started to walk south east, he hated the name Lovelock but it was closer and surely there was going to be a bar or something there. He walked along the edge of the road, the tarmac was easier on the feet.


At midday Pyro finally had to admit that the heat was finally getting to him. He'd ran all night with no rest and then walked for nearly six hours straight through the desert, without any water, even he didn't think that was smart. He sat down on the ground and caught his breath; vultures were starting to circle over head as he began to estimate just how long he had left to go before he found some form of civilisation.

"At least another eighteen miles…great…" he calculated and he threw a glance at the vultures above him.

He sighed as he stood up, he nearly lost his balance and he realised just how badly he needed a drink. His eye sight went blurry for a few seconds and a deep headache set in. At the same time he heard what sounded like a truck driving down the road towards him, he turned to see a red, rusted up, heap of junk coming towards him. Pyro turned and dismissed the truck as another hallucination. He couldn't be bothered wasting the energy anymore. He carried on walking but a few seconds later the truck caught up with him. He heard the driver put the brake on and get out of the truck as he carried on walking.

"Hey…you need any help?" a thick, male, Cajun accent asked.

Pyro didn't turn around but instead answered, "yeah like I'm gonna get help from a hallucination…"

"I'm no hallucination" the voice told him and Pyro heard them walking towards him.

He turned around to face him with the lighter in his hand and he flicked it open, "do you guys like chargrill? 'Cos if you get any closer that's what's gonna happen"

A tall man stood expectantly looking at him, he had long hair for a man and it was brown and pushed back casually falling out of place, "fine…grill me, if you can…"

Pyro did what he wanted to do, but the flames got no further than a few inches because his lighter had been knocked out of his hand by a playing card. It landed in the dust a few yards away and he looked at the man who had disarmed him, "cards?"

"Yeah…you aint the only one with powers…" he started to walk back to his truck.

Pyro bent down and retrieved the lighter; he pushed it into his pocket and looked at the basic playing card the man had used against him. It was one that could be found in any ninety nine cent packet.

"You coming or not?" the man shouted as he opened the door and got into his truck.

"What have I got to loose?" he said to himself and shortly ran to the truck and got in the passenger seat.

The truck drove off down the road in the direction of Lovelock.