Chapter 8
"So, you from around here, or just passin' through?"
Bobby glanced uneasily at the broad shouldered woman seated in the driver's side of the black and orange eighteen-wheeler. In Bobby's opinion, she looked like she could either bench press 600 pounds while sleeping, or she had eaten her weight in cheeseburgers in the last 24 hours.
Either of which was rather impressive.
"Uh…just passin' through, really. Got some…nephews up in Ohio… that need a hand." He said in as friendly a voice as he could muster, whilst also trying to avoid saying anything that would raise more questions. He kept his right hand tightly gripped on the safety handle above the window on his side of the cab, and his left he wrapped around his hefty waist so that it was within reach of his handgun, should he need it.
"Uh-huh. Kids these days, you know? Can never do anything on their own!" She stated…or rather shouted. It seemed like the woman was also partially deaf, as she felt the need to constantly shout everything. It was ironic, how the interior of the hauler's cab simulated its owner. A pair of incredibly gaudy lime-green dice hung from the rearview mirror, and the seat covers looked like the sixties had thrown up on them, with swirling patterns of pastel and neon colored shapes. There was also enough garbage in the passenger floorboard to be a hazard concern to both the FDA and the ozone layer.
Luckily, it had only taken ten minutes for Bobby to hitch a ride. He had to admit that he was slightly surprised when the giant hauler slowed and turned off the road as it passed him. At first, he had thought that the trucker was just stopping to catch some shut-eye, or possibly was having tire trouble. But as the massive vehicle had backed towards him, he knew he had finally caught a ride…
…and now he was kind of wishing he hadn't.
The woman was nice enough as a conversationalist, despite her deafening tone, but Bobby found that there was something distinctly humiliating at being rescued by at least 350 pounds of female truck driver.
'Those two had better be in a bucket load of trouble.' He groused to himself.
"So, whatcha do for a living?" The woman bellowed.
Bobby grimaced; this was going to be a long ride.
Forty-five minutes later…
After what seemed like hours, and twelve random questions later, Bobby found himself thanking every god he could think of that the giantess in the seat next to him had finally decided to shut her yap. She had switched to blaring the most hideous techno music Bobby had ever heard on the loudest volume possible.
But he wasn't about to complain. After all, bleeding ears or not, driver picks the music…
Anyway, he was at least able to preoccupy his time by watching the trees go by, and wondering just how much crap the Winchesters had managed to get into this time. He knew that there had been some reports of a Chupacabra in Ohio about a week ago, but surely they had managed to take it down by now. Everyone knows how to kill a Chupacabra...
Bobby's eyebrows knit together at the thought. How does that go again…silver spike to the heart…or was it copper spike to the brain?
'Oh well, the boys would have remembered. Just gettin' old is all.'
Bobby realized that he was back on the same fruitless path that he had been on just before his truck had decided to retire. He sighed.
Girlzilla glanced at him from her spot, and then promptly decided it was time for a change. She turned off the techno, and replaced it with a C.D.
A C.D. of Marvin Gaye romance classics. She smiled at him, her three teeth glinting at him from across the cab.
And quite suddenly, Bobby had the urge to vomit and laugh hysterically at the same time, which would have been an awful combination, now that he thought about it.
But just as it seemed that a suicidal leap from the cab might be his only hope of salvation, there appeared in a shining ray of light, the exit ramp for Stephensville.
"Good Lord almighty in heaven…I swear I'll never hitchhike again as long as I live and breathe…"
He crouched in the total darkness…waiting. This was just too easy.
He'd been waiting for this moment since the last time he had run into hunters, almost 180 years ago. Back then things were easier…back then it was simple to fool people. So much superstition and chaos reigned in those days, those glorious days.
But now, people had become nearly impervious to his attack. Their minds were more difficult to penetrate. Still chaos, but not the same kind of chaos.
Now, they were concerned more with their petty future, their pathetic existence, and not so much about staying alive to enjoy it.
Now, they were smarter, more able to adapt to sudden change.
It made things more difficult…but then, he'd always enjoyed a challenge.
So, he waited. Playing his little games with hunter and hunted alike. Soon enough, their fates would be decided…but not by him.
No, he liked it better when these diminutive little creatures scurried right into a fate of their own design. And it looked like this time, he would enjoy every minute of it.
Because this time, he had 180 years worth of twisted ideas to unleash on them…this time, it wasn't a job, it was revenge.
And this time revenge would be played in the key of scream.
