When they arrived in the little town, Duo glanced over to the girl
incapacitated next to him, and noticed how peaceful the girl looked in her
sleep, drug induced or not. He couldn't help it, even though she had just
threatened to kill him a few minutes earlier, a smile graced his face. 'She
is so vulnerable looking. Does she have a painful life to hide?' he mused,
as he looked for a motel. He spied one and sharply turned the wheel to
avoid missing the turn-in…
Flame felt nothing. She remembered a small sting in her right pectoralis, and then complete shut down. She didn't remember the young stranger putting her in his car, driving her to a hotel, taking her up to the room that he had rented, or the frantic phone call that the boy made while he kept a fearful watch on her. She had awoken once during the night that she had met the boy called Duo. She had woken with a cottony feeling in her head and groaning aloud. She recalled hearing a gasp and a loud clattering before the familiar feeling of wooziness overcame her. She passed out…
Later on, maybe near dawn, she came too again and was semi surprised to be on the balcony, overlooking the east land of the Rockies. Yet she was even more surprised when she realized that the solid weight she was leaning against was Duo, holding her carefully on the edge of the railing. She looked over the vast mountainous expanse and was touched to find the sun rising over the land. Her smile lingered even as she passed out once more…
Around eight thirty that morning, Flame opened her eyes with the happy discovery that the drug had worn off, finally. 'Hey… sweet. I'm in the bed and not on the couch. That's good.' Her head rolled over to her right and her eyes widened in horror. A startled look of shock, disgust and horror twisted over her face and a silent curse escaped her lips. The young man was asleep next to her in the bed, and as far as she could see, he was either in his boxers or naked. To assure herself, she looked at herself and was relieved to find that she was in her underclothes. Looking at the ceiling, she wondered how the hell she would be able to get out of this one…
Flame felt nothing. She remembered a small sting in her right pectoralis, and then complete shut down. She didn't remember the young stranger putting her in his car, driving her to a hotel, taking her up to the room that he had rented, or the frantic phone call that the boy made while he kept a fearful watch on her. She had awoken once during the night that she had met the boy called Duo. She had woken with a cottony feeling in her head and groaning aloud. She recalled hearing a gasp and a loud clattering before the familiar feeling of wooziness overcame her. She passed out…
Later on, maybe near dawn, she came too again and was semi surprised to be on the balcony, overlooking the east land of the Rockies. Yet she was even more surprised when she realized that the solid weight she was leaning against was Duo, holding her carefully on the edge of the railing. She looked over the vast mountainous expanse and was touched to find the sun rising over the land. Her smile lingered even as she passed out once more…
Around eight thirty that morning, Flame opened her eyes with the happy discovery that the drug had worn off, finally. 'Hey… sweet. I'm in the bed and not on the couch. That's good.' Her head rolled over to her right and her eyes widened in horror. A startled look of shock, disgust and horror twisted over her face and a silent curse escaped her lips. The young man was asleep next to her in the bed, and as far as she could see, he was either in his boxers or naked. To assure herself, she looked at herself and was relieved to find that she was in her underclothes. Looking at the ceiling, she wondered how the hell she would be able to get out of this one…