The silence was enough to drive you mad. Pure electricity ripped through
Catie's body, her nerves on overdrive. She kept swallowing and staring out
the window at the inky black sky. There was no moon, only a thousand tiny
diamond stars. The countryside rolled by as they drove down the highway.
Houses along the way lit up the horizon line. Other cars passed them,
heading back towards the town they had just left. Catie didn't notice
them, though. She had her eyes fixed on the stars. They stared back at
her, twinkling in the night sky. Couldn't X drive any faster?!
Tearing her eyes away from the sky, Catie glanced at the speedometer. They were doing a steady 70. It felt more like 20.
Trying to mask her disappointment, Catie sunk back into the leather seat. She wished someone would say something. Sneeze, for crying out loud. Make some kind of noise. Despite her wishing, nothing broke the deafening silence. Catie wondered momentarily if she HAD gone deaf. Maybe loud music was blaring and she couldn't hear it at all. Maybe she'd be trapped in this horrible world forever, stuck in the backseat of an old GTO with no sound and nearly surrounded by darkness. Her mind was screaming. She wanted to scream, but what if no words came? No sound at all?
An audible CLICK came from the front seat and Catie shrieked.
"It's only the cigarette lighter, Cat," Lindsey said calmly. For a moment, Lindsey's features stood out in glowing orange as she pressed the end of her cigarette against the burning hot coil. A puff of smoke escaped her lips and she put the lighter back and it was dark in the car once again.
"I didn't know you smoke," Xander said, keeping his eyes on the road.
"I don't," she answered. "My nerves are shot. I'm shaking."
She held up her hand to prove her point, but all anyone could see was the glowing orange tobacco at the end of her cigarette trembling in the dark.
"You'll end up like Kirill," Xander said, his voice sounding bored.
Lindsey didn't answer and she cracked her window. The fresh, cool air swept back to Catie. She inhaled deeply, glad to get a breath away from the stench of the cigarette.
"I think your girl's trippin', Jenny," Xander said.
"Which one?" Jenny countered, throwing a glance at Catie.
Xander coughed, which might have been to cover a laugh. He then picked up his small radio walkie-talkie and spoke into it. "Tumbler, where you at, bro?"
Tumbler's voice came back. "Breaker, breaker 1-9, we have a code 4 . . . 9 . . . 7 . . ."
"You're all idiots, you know that?" Danica's sharp voice ripped over the speaker.
"And that's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh, we like it," Bryson cut in.
"That is not my brother," Lindsey muttered, turning sideways in her seat and leaning her head back against the ice-cold window.
"What's your vector, Viktor?" Danica said.
Viktor called them all idiots in Russian. Of course, only Kolya was able to understand him and the two of them started having a loud discussion over their walkie-talkies.
"What are they saying?" Catie asked.
Jenny shook her head.
Xander began fumbling for something and finally found what he was after. He slid the disc into the player on his dashboard. The music started at a medium, comfortable volume.
"All my friends know the low rider . . ."
Catie leaned her head back against the seat and sighed.
"What's the matter with you, sweetie pie?" Lindsey asked playfully and blew smoke in Catie's face.
Catie waved the smoke away. "You're not you tonight, you know that?"
"She's always stupid on a boost," Jenny said.
Lindsey winked.
Before they realized it, they had pulled up in a nice part of town. There in the driveway sat the 1999 Porsche 996, gleaming beautiful silver. Lindsey licked her lips.
"Tina," Catie whispered.
"She's mine," Lindsey said as she slowly opened the door. In a fluid, cat- like motion, she slinked out of the car and crossed the street, flipping away her cigarette as she went. She crouched beside the car door and messed with something in her belt.
"Get it, girl," Jenny giggled.
"Shh!" Catie hushed her.
"Chill, babe," Jenny said. "Lins knows what she's doin'."
No sooner had she said it, than the door to the Porsche was flung open and then swiftly closed with a soft CLICK. It slowly rolled backwards and then pulled up alongside the GTO. The tinted window slid down and Lindsey smiled.
"Fly," Xander said softly.
Lindsey nodded and in a flash, the car had disappeared down the street.
Jenny climbed over the seat and took Lindsey's former place.
Without a word, Xander sped off down the street.
The reality of it all was now slowly sinking in on Catie. They were really doing this. Stealing cars. She was even now more excited and nervous than ever before. They flew around corners and down different streets. They rolled to a stop that could have been the same place they had been before. Catie couldn't tell - it all looked the same.
"Theeeeeere's Pamela," Jenny said. She jumped out of the car and ran to the corvette. She started to get out her tools, but as she lightly pulled on the handle, the door opened. From where they were in the car, Catie and Xander saw her eyes go wide, then she shrugged and hopped in. Within seconds, the car roared to life and she tore out of the suburbs like a bat out of hell.
"Am I your chauffer or are you going to sit up here with me?" Xander asked.
Catie blinked, then climbed into the front seat. Then they started off down the road again.
"You okay?" Xander asked.
"Yeah," Catie grinned.
"Ight," he said, "cool."
Just then Lindsey's voice cracked over the radio. "Tina is on her way home. I repeat, Tina is on her way home."
Then Jenny, "Pamela's coming."
When they finally stopped, it was in front of the Jaguar XK8 Coupe. "Deborah," Xander grinned. "Go for it."
Catie blinked. "What?"
"Go for it," he repeated. "Quick, before anyone notices us."
Swallowing, Catie got out of the car and walked quickly across the hard pavement. She dropped to her knees beside the car door and fumbled with her tools. She finally managed to open the door and she threw herself inside.
Xander stared at the car, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel anxiously.
Then the car rolled out onto the street and he started home, leading her out of the suburbs and back to the highway.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Well, sorry it took me so long to update. I'll try to be better about it. For those of you who aren't in this chap, I'll be sure to get to ya'll soon. LATER!!!
Tearing her eyes away from the sky, Catie glanced at the speedometer. They were doing a steady 70. It felt more like 20.
Trying to mask her disappointment, Catie sunk back into the leather seat. She wished someone would say something. Sneeze, for crying out loud. Make some kind of noise. Despite her wishing, nothing broke the deafening silence. Catie wondered momentarily if she HAD gone deaf. Maybe loud music was blaring and she couldn't hear it at all. Maybe she'd be trapped in this horrible world forever, stuck in the backseat of an old GTO with no sound and nearly surrounded by darkness. Her mind was screaming. She wanted to scream, but what if no words came? No sound at all?
An audible CLICK came from the front seat and Catie shrieked.
"It's only the cigarette lighter, Cat," Lindsey said calmly. For a moment, Lindsey's features stood out in glowing orange as she pressed the end of her cigarette against the burning hot coil. A puff of smoke escaped her lips and she put the lighter back and it was dark in the car once again.
"I didn't know you smoke," Xander said, keeping his eyes on the road.
"I don't," she answered. "My nerves are shot. I'm shaking."
She held up her hand to prove her point, but all anyone could see was the glowing orange tobacco at the end of her cigarette trembling in the dark.
"You'll end up like Kirill," Xander said, his voice sounding bored.
Lindsey didn't answer and she cracked her window. The fresh, cool air swept back to Catie. She inhaled deeply, glad to get a breath away from the stench of the cigarette.
"I think your girl's trippin', Jenny," Xander said.
"Which one?" Jenny countered, throwing a glance at Catie.
Xander coughed, which might have been to cover a laugh. He then picked up his small radio walkie-talkie and spoke into it. "Tumbler, where you at, bro?"
Tumbler's voice came back. "Breaker, breaker 1-9, we have a code 4 . . . 9 . . . 7 . . ."
"You're all idiots, you know that?" Danica's sharp voice ripped over the speaker.
"And that's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh, we like it," Bryson cut in.
"That is not my brother," Lindsey muttered, turning sideways in her seat and leaning her head back against the ice-cold window.
"What's your vector, Viktor?" Danica said.
Viktor called them all idiots in Russian. Of course, only Kolya was able to understand him and the two of them started having a loud discussion over their walkie-talkies.
"What are they saying?" Catie asked.
Jenny shook her head.
Xander began fumbling for something and finally found what he was after. He slid the disc into the player on his dashboard. The music started at a medium, comfortable volume.
"All my friends know the low rider . . ."
Catie leaned her head back against the seat and sighed.
"What's the matter with you, sweetie pie?" Lindsey asked playfully and blew smoke in Catie's face.
Catie waved the smoke away. "You're not you tonight, you know that?"
"She's always stupid on a boost," Jenny said.
Lindsey winked.
Before they realized it, they had pulled up in a nice part of town. There in the driveway sat the 1999 Porsche 996, gleaming beautiful silver. Lindsey licked her lips.
"Tina," Catie whispered.
"She's mine," Lindsey said as she slowly opened the door. In a fluid, cat- like motion, she slinked out of the car and crossed the street, flipping away her cigarette as she went. She crouched beside the car door and messed with something in her belt.
"Get it, girl," Jenny giggled.
"Shh!" Catie hushed her.
"Chill, babe," Jenny said. "Lins knows what she's doin'."
No sooner had she said it, than the door to the Porsche was flung open and then swiftly closed with a soft CLICK. It slowly rolled backwards and then pulled up alongside the GTO. The tinted window slid down and Lindsey smiled.
"Fly," Xander said softly.
Lindsey nodded and in a flash, the car had disappeared down the street.
Jenny climbed over the seat and took Lindsey's former place.
Without a word, Xander sped off down the street.
The reality of it all was now slowly sinking in on Catie. They were really doing this. Stealing cars. She was even now more excited and nervous than ever before. They flew around corners and down different streets. They rolled to a stop that could have been the same place they had been before. Catie couldn't tell - it all looked the same.
"Theeeeeere's Pamela," Jenny said. She jumped out of the car and ran to the corvette. She started to get out her tools, but as she lightly pulled on the handle, the door opened. From where they were in the car, Catie and Xander saw her eyes go wide, then she shrugged and hopped in. Within seconds, the car roared to life and she tore out of the suburbs like a bat out of hell.
"Am I your chauffer or are you going to sit up here with me?" Xander asked.
Catie blinked, then climbed into the front seat. Then they started off down the road again.
"You okay?" Xander asked.
"Yeah," Catie grinned.
"Ight," he said, "cool."
Just then Lindsey's voice cracked over the radio. "Tina is on her way home. I repeat, Tina is on her way home."
Then Jenny, "Pamela's coming."
When they finally stopped, it was in front of the Jaguar XK8 Coupe. "Deborah," Xander grinned. "Go for it."
Catie blinked. "What?"
"Go for it," he repeated. "Quick, before anyone notices us."
Swallowing, Catie got out of the car and walked quickly across the hard pavement. She dropped to her knees beside the car door and fumbled with her tools. She finally managed to open the door and she threw herself inside.
Xander stared at the car, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel anxiously.
Then the car rolled out onto the street and he started home, leading her out of the suburbs and back to the highway.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Well, sorry it took me so long to update. I'll try to be better about it. For those of you who aren't in this chap, I'll be sure to get to ya'll soon. LATER!!!