AN: Okay.. its obvious, I still don't own Brian.. much as I wish I did. Am I right when I say.. that'd certainly be fun? ;) Okay, anyway... just a short chapter for now. Just to whet your appetite and lead into the more.. meaty parts of the story. Enjoy.. oh, and as always - leave me your comments. I love knowing that someone is out there. It's no use manipulating Brian purely for my own enjoyment now.. is it? ;)
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Chapter IV: Getaway Car
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Someone was screaming. A lot of people were screaming.. yelling. No, now it sounded more like a siren. "F*CK!" Brian shoved the covers back from over his face wanting to scream at (and maybe pulverise) whoever was disturbing his sleep. It was then that he realised that the wailing sound was actually his alarm going off; and not a psychotic woman. Brian stared over at it evilly through partially hung-over eyes, then leaned over towards the screaming device and turned it off... by ripping it out of the wall. He lay there for the next few moment trying to work out why the alarm had gone off so early. 'What is it that I have to do today?' he wondered to himself, staring up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the swimming feeling in his stomach. He ran through the list of possibilities.. awaiting his brain to kick into gear so he could decide whether to go back to sleep, or get up and do whatever the heck it was he was supposed to be doing. Time ticked over, then suddenly he sat bolt upright, "Shit!" He was going to Miami. He threw the covers off and jumped out of the bed... then realised that perhaps that wasn't such a good idea. He swayed and staggered for a moment, waiting for his alcohol-laced blood to reach his brain before continuing to fret around his shabby apartment. He needed a suitcase.. he needed clothes.. he needed his hair products... but first, he needed to throw up.
After an unpleasant start to the morning, Brian had somewhat recovered - and felt as if back on track again. He was in a cab headed towards 'Crazy Bobs Car Rentals' next to 'The Sofa King Depot... our prices are Sofa King low'. Brian frowned, perhaps he should've chosen a more reputable car rental place. But he wanted something fast, and everyone else asked too many questions.
Well.. it certainly wasn't the Supra. And it.. definitely wasn't the eclipse. Hell.. it wasn't even his next door neighbours civic. It was an off-white '74 Newport, with a few dents in the side and a 10 inch scratch down the left panel. But it had wheels and an engine, (albeit, underpowered) and it would do the job. For now. Plus it was cheap, and Crazy Bob didn't seem at all worried what he did with it, just as long as he bought it back.
So that was that. Brian was on his way... to Miami. Looking for a long lost friend. Looking for someone who knew Brian O'Connor, and could help him get him back.
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Okay, like I said. It was short. But the next chapter will be longer. Plus, I've updated a lot of the past few days. (excuses, excuses - I know.) :P
~Ice
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Chapter IV: Getaway Car
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Someone was screaming. A lot of people were screaming.. yelling. No, now it sounded more like a siren. "F*CK!" Brian shoved the covers back from over his face wanting to scream at (and maybe pulverise) whoever was disturbing his sleep. It was then that he realised that the wailing sound was actually his alarm going off; and not a psychotic woman. Brian stared over at it evilly through partially hung-over eyes, then leaned over towards the screaming device and turned it off... by ripping it out of the wall. He lay there for the next few moment trying to work out why the alarm had gone off so early. 'What is it that I have to do today?' he wondered to himself, staring up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the swimming feeling in his stomach. He ran through the list of possibilities.. awaiting his brain to kick into gear so he could decide whether to go back to sleep, or get up and do whatever the heck it was he was supposed to be doing. Time ticked over, then suddenly he sat bolt upright, "Shit!" He was going to Miami. He threw the covers off and jumped out of the bed... then realised that perhaps that wasn't such a good idea. He swayed and staggered for a moment, waiting for his alcohol-laced blood to reach his brain before continuing to fret around his shabby apartment. He needed a suitcase.. he needed clothes.. he needed his hair products... but first, he needed to throw up.
After an unpleasant start to the morning, Brian had somewhat recovered - and felt as if back on track again. He was in a cab headed towards 'Crazy Bobs Car Rentals' next to 'The Sofa King Depot... our prices are Sofa King low'. Brian frowned, perhaps he should've chosen a more reputable car rental place. But he wanted something fast, and everyone else asked too many questions.
Well.. it certainly wasn't the Supra. And it.. definitely wasn't the eclipse. Hell.. it wasn't even his next door neighbours civic. It was an off-white '74 Newport, with a few dents in the side and a 10 inch scratch down the left panel. But it had wheels and an engine, (albeit, underpowered) and it would do the job. For now. Plus it was cheap, and Crazy Bob didn't seem at all worried what he did with it, just as long as he bought it back.
So that was that. Brian was on his way... to Miami. Looking for a long lost friend. Looking for someone who knew Brian O'Connor, and could help him get him back.
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Okay, like I said. It was short. But the next chapter will be longer. Plus, I've updated a lot of the past few days. (excuses, excuses - I know.) :P
~Ice