Author's Note: I use the word faggot a lot in this chapter, so be aware. I'm not intolerant or anything. It was actually Haru who put most of those in, and it's not intended to be homophobic. Also, shoutout to all the Kiwi's who've read this fic so far.

I drove down the highway, on the road to Seattle. Andi stared out the window, we hadn't hardly said a word since that bitch Alice did… whatever it was she did. I reached over and squeezed her knee, "Hey. You gonna be alright?"

"Yeah." She looked over and gave me a soft smile, "You want me to drive? It's been hours."

"Eh, I think I can suffer through. Besides, it's pretty around here." We were driving on a road completely surrounded by trees with red, yellow, and orange leaves that gently drifted down. I had the window open, and the only sound I could hear besides the engine was the rustle of leaves we drove through. Fall is my second favorite season. I looked at our fuel gauge, Yep, still empty. That was the real reason I needed to stay awake. My powers were the only thing keeping this hunk of metal rolling, at least until we found a gas station. Then we could steal a car that would be slightly less conspicuous, and ditch it when we got to Seattle. "Hey, Andi?"

"Hmm?" She opened her eyes, and turned to face me, yawning.

"Nevermind. Go back to sleep."

She grumbled about "not being able to sleep if you keep bothering me" and curled up in her seat.

I smiled and turned around. Then I noticed the black bag in the back seat. What the hell? I reached over and unzipped it. Inside was a large painting; in the middle was some origami chick, a particularly thin looking nerd and... the Queer Scotsman?! Augustine was there (for some reason). I was half tempted to toss the painting out the back, but I decided to have some fun with it first...

A few more hours and my eyes were starting to close on their own. The fact that I had to keep the truck rolling was starting to drain me. Luckily, before I fell asleep and sent us hurtling towards our doom, we found a gas station. I gently shook Andi awake, "Hey, get up."

"No." She tried to scoot away, but I persisted, and was rewarded with a grumpy Andi as we made our way inside the dingy AMPM. She headed to the bathroom and I started grabbing bags of beef jerky (for me) and some crappy gas station burgers (for Andi). I also grabbed two cases (48 cans) of Arizona Iced Tea. I dumped all this on the counter in front of the somewhat bewildered cashier.

"And you're sure that's all?" He asked as he rubbed the bridge of his nose..

"Actually…" I grabbed two cases of water and toothbrushes, toothpaste, and floss. "Gotta love convenience, right?"

He started ringing all the goodies up, and I noticed there was a printer behind the counter. "Uh… You got any ink in that printer?"

He just stared at me. "What?"

"Any ink? Or, uh, extra ink?"

The cashier smiled bemusedly and shook his head, "You wanna buy that too?"

I leaned on the counter, "I'll give you a hundred bucks for all your cartridges."

"Deal." He handed me four cartridges, "The food is ninety-eight sixty-five. You wanna gas up your…" He trailed off as he saw the DUP truck parked outside. he looked at me, the truck and back to me.

I raised my hands, "Look, we don't want any trouble-"

"What trouble?" He shrugged, "No trouble here. You just paid for your food and your gas and left." He tapped some keys on the register and cleared our purchases. He also held out a set of car keys.

"You serious?" I asked, looking at the keys.

"Yep. Trade?"

I tossed him the keys from the truck, "You sure you wanna drive that thing around?"

"Are you kidding?" He laughed, "That truck looks like a beast."

I shrugged, and turned around to see Andi coming out of the bathroom. "Hey princess." I tossed her the cartridges, "Help me carry this stuff to the car." I dangled the keys.

She raised an eyebrow and picked up some stuff.

"Orange mustang," The guy yelled as we left the store. When I saw it, I almost dropped my armful of tea. "No way…"

It was a rusty, old 69 Mustang Boss 429. I opened the trunk with a flick of my hand, and we deposited all the food.

"You gonna give it the workover?" Andi asked as she closed the trunk.

"Yep." I closed my eyes, and laid my hands on the car. I send a pulse of metal along the body, removing the rust flakes and eventually replacing every metal part, so it was basically brand new. Stepping back, I admired my work. I looked over at Andi, "Your turn."

She nodded, and absorbed the ink from the cartridges. I moved aside as she placed her hands on the car. Orchid purple ink flowed over the car, covering it completely. Then she stepped to the side, spraying neon blue dragons, entwined with gold and white lilies, on each door. Stepping to the hood, she let the ink flow, forming a white hawk with a blue crest across it's chest. "Ready."

"Can you do that to the truck?" We turned around and saw the cashier.

Andi shrugged, "Sure."

Five minutes later, We were driving away, munching on beef jerky and burgers, and the awesome cashier had a sick paintjob.

"That was so cash," Andi said with a smile as she sped down the road.

"Damn straight." I munched on my jerky and sipped my tea, "Make a left up ahead."

"Aye aye, Captain." She slammed the wheel to the left and I almost spilled my tea.

"Calm down, Tokyo Drift! I'm eating here."

Andi just laughed and cranked up the radio. "Come on! You want me to go slow in this car?" She slapped the clutch and shifted up a gear.

"No, I just don

t wanna spill my drink!" I chugged the last tea and absorbed the can.

"Stop whining," She said with a grin.

"Screw you." I reached over and pinched her butt, and she squealed and slapped my hand. I laughed and unbuckled my seat belt, sliding across the car to give her a kiss.

"Stop it!" She laughed and tried pushing me away, "I'm driving!"

"Then pull over!" I slid my hands under her shirt and kissed her on the cheek. Laughing, she made it to the side of the road, and I pressed up against the side of the car, kissing her and biting her lip, like she loved.

She smiled but shook her head. "You don't have any condoms, stud."

I said nothing, but instead produced an entire box from my jacket.

Andi's eyes widened. "Okay, I wasn't expecting that."

"So…"

She smiled, "So what are you waiting for?"

I leaned forward and kissed her again.

Andi was practically purring as she pulled her shirt back on. "That's the best I've felt in a long time."

"Six months," I reminded her as I buckled my belt.

"Mmm, it feels like an eternity." She draped her arms around my shoulders and kissed me, pushing me back into my seat. "Stay there this time, or we'll never get to Seattle."

I shrugged and blew her a kiss, "No promises."

"Ha ha." She pointed at me, and black ink swirled around her finger, "I'm serious. You come over here again and I will blast you unconscious."

"Alright, alright." I tore open another bag of beef jerky and started eating, "Drive on."

Andi slammed on the gas, and we raced down the road.

"We're not that far aways anyway." I opened the laptop and brought up a map, "Like six miles to the first bridge."

"Really? How far have we come since then?"

"Uhh… Twenty miles, or around there." I shoved more beef jerky in my mouth and cracked open another can of tea, taking a swig.

Andi frowned, "I don't know how you can eat that."

"Practice." I smiled and took another swig of the beef jerky/tea combo.

And then the earthquake hit. Iced tea, beef jerky and saliva everywhere. Seriously… not nice. I suddenly regretted not buckling up when my body was thrown into Andi's and the car swerved off the road. It took a while to realise that the reason that Andi's hair was standing on up was because the car had upturned. Shit… the only person who I could think of that could have caused an earthquake is Augustine. Fuck that… I kicked out a window, "Andi! Get out, come on! I'm sure as hell not going back to that shit hole.

Andi unbuckled and crawled out her side, "You got beef-tea spit all over me!" I looked over, Shit. Her shirt was drenched with tea and little chunks of jerky. Well, on the negative side, she might kill me before Augustine. On the plus, wet t-shirt!

And just when I thought that an earthquake was the most surprising event of the day… an old friend decided to pay a visit. Well, I thought, at least it wasn't Augustine. I smiled, It's the Queer Scotsman! I rolled out of the hole that had once been a window and stood up with a playful smirk on my face. I cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled at the top of my lungs,"HEY FAGGOT!"

Edward returned my smirk with his own and created a Glass sword in one hand and a trident in the other, "I'm gonna enjoy ripping your head off."

"Andi," I said, "Toss me the bag."

"Why?"

"The blueprint thingy. Trust me." She nodded and threw it to me from the car. Unzipping it, I pulled out some folded papers, and shook them out. Holy shit, she DID give me the Demon's weapon. Raising my right hand, I carefully began to construct what the blueprint called an 'Amp' Hmm, it's a little long… I don't like two handed weapons, "Andi, hold him off for a few seconds." I started to create the weapon by using metal that I had absorbed earlier but I tweaked it a little; I shortened the handle and looked at the design again, What if I made it so it could fold? Instead of the straight design, I put two prongs and attached them each to a movable, circular joint on the side. Alright. Now for some style. I ran my hand along the slender base and etched the word Rebellion into the handle. Close enough. I can finish this later.

"VINCE! QUIT JERKING IT TO YOUR NEW TOY AND HELP!" I snapped to attention. Andi was lying on the ground a few feet away and her hands were bound together with glowing-green, Glass restraints Oh, yeah. Queer Scotsman is still here. I folded the blueprints and looked over, "Hey, I thought you were gay!" I launched myself towards Edward with a pillar of metal, similar to the DUP's concrete launch, "Hands off my GF!" I swung my Amp towards his head but he blocked it with his trident. Still, cracks spread across the Glass handle and a few bits chipped off. Holy shit. I threw up my left hand and fired metal shrapnel right at his face, while swinging the Amp again at his trident. This time, his weapon shattered. The shrapnel threw him back a few feet but he didn't look as hurt as I would've liked. Great. "There's more where that came from, ya fooking bloke." I laid on the accent thick. "I'll have eu know I'm the sickest bloke around," I drawled, "I dropped out o' Newcastle primary and I've nicked over 300 globbernaughts from the corner store, If eu think you can take me I'll get me boys and we'll 'ave a proper rumble that'll make eur nan sore jus' hearin' about it."

"I… You… YOU-WHAT!?" His face went bright red.

"Eu 'eard me, Bruv. I'll fookin' waste eu." Oh, my god, I might die. I was trying not to laugh, but a smile was fighting it's way onto my face. "Eu won't see me comin' mate, I'ma ninja—" I would have loved to carry on but he rudely cut me off with a fist in my face. I stumbled back, clutching my nose, and something hard hit me in the stomach— forcing me to double over. I couldn't hold back anymore, and started uncontrollably laughing, despite my broken nose, making the Queer's face even more red. Scarlet even. I set my nose in place so that it'd heal properly and wiped tears of mirth from my eyes. Before he could react, I flipped to my feet, launched backwards, and fired two Metal rockets directly at him. He raised his hands and created a Glass cocoon around himself, absorbing all the damage. I smiled in the corner of my mouth, You won't get away that easily. Slamming a fist into the ground, I channelled energy towards the cocoon. Metallic tentacles ripped out of the road and wrapped around the cocoon. I squeezed my hand into a fist and the tendrils tightened, shattering his construct.

But he wasn't there. Fucking hell. I immediately myself launched into the air, I might have to use Iron Sand, he's quicker than he looks… But where is he? I created a floating disk of metal to keep me suspended in the air as I quickly surveyed the area.

"Lookin' for me?" I whirled around to face the voice… but he wasn't there. Only two spiky balls of Glass that were gently bobbing up and down in the air and slowly making their way towards me. Pffft! I shot a piece of shrapnel towards one. Even if they're mines, the explosion shouldn't be too bad. Well, that was a big mistake! The explosion was more powerful than it had any right to be, throwing me straight off my metal disc and sending me hurtling towards the ground. On my jolly way down I noticed that the explosion had also torn my t-shirt to strips. That's it! I threw my arms outward, and black, sand-like particles swarmed around them. Using my thrusters, I floated to the ground. "Come on, you faggot! Show your little bitch face!"

"Gladly." I turned around, this time to see a glass-encased fist flying towards my face. I smirked, and simply flicked my wrist. The sand-metal enveloped his fist and his hand froze, inches away from my face. I spun my hand, and the sand swirled around the hardened glass, shredding it in seconds. Faggot's look of surprise was priceless. I raised my other hand, and shot a spike of iron sand directly at his stomach. Instead of a few feet, he flew across the road and into the woods. When he hadn't got out twenty seconds later, I launched myself straight up into the air and fired a rocket, which was three huge spikes revolving around each other. The resulting explosion cut a huge swath in the woods, and I let myself fall back to the ground.

"And that's how the Scottish faggot died happily ever after." I said as if I was reading the end of a fairytale.

I was still using Iron Sand when the three blindingly orange rockets flew out of the woods, all aimed with deadly precision. Instead of backpedaling or jumping out of the way I shot rockets straight out of the sky— they showered the ground with molten glass but were way too far to hurt me. I used the sand particles to propel me forwards, heading for the source. And then it kicked in. Iron sand took a lot of metal to maintain… and my reserves were almost up. Fuck. I crashed to the ground, and was barely able to launch myself back at the car. I slammed into the side, "Andi, help me flip this, we gotta go!"

"What the hell do you think I've been trying to do?" She had her hands under the car, "It's a car! It's heavy as hell!"

I reached under, "One, two three, pull!" We flipped the car with a resounding crash, and I barely had enough time to congratulate myself on opening the metaphorical pickle jar before someone tapped me on the shoulder. Fuck. I spun around, and made a very bad choice, deciding not to shoot a rocket at whoever it was.

It was the Scottie. He had a nasty purple bruise on one cheek but it was fading before my eyes, "That last hit hurt quite a bit." He raised his hand and small shards of glass floated above it. They joined together to make half a dozen weirdly-shaped blades. No, not blades. Letters. 'Look up' they read. Instead of looking up, I grabbed the Scot's face with both hands. Hail mary time. I tried to discharge a rocket directly into his face. Well, I guess I should have taken his advice and looked up. Because I totally missed the giant glass boulder hovering above me. Luckily for me, I have an awesome girlfriend who just loves saving my life. Andi laughed as she threw her hand up, and cut the boulder neatly in half with a pulse of ink. Unfortunately for me, I was under one of those halves and got to see the boulder fall straight at me. The last thing I saw was Andi giving me a look that said, Come on! You just ruined that badassery. The great thing about being in a relationship with someone is that you learn to read their facial expressions. I contemplated this as I sunk into an inky blackness.

Heyyo! Want some background on the scottie? Check out Glass and Hellfire. Link on my profile.