In the Red
I do not own Gundam wing.
I shut the car door with a sigh. The benefit party had lasted into the early hours of the mourning, and I am wiped. I buckled my seatbelt, checked my mirrors, and turned the key. The engine roared to life. I loved that sound, the feeling of the vehicle coming to life beneath me. I relish the absolute freedom of being able to control the car, to cruise as gently as I wish, or to fly over the roadways. Normally, Pagan would have driven me to these little excursions, but he was getting on in age, and I felt that he should get his rest instead of waiting up into all hours for me.
I backed out of my parking space and pulled out onto the roadway. Home was about twenty minutes away, and I really want to take my time. Might as well enjoy it while I can, right? Man, it sure is cold tonight. And foggy too... oh well. I stare out the front window, watching the little yellow lines slip by. Hmmmm.....mabey a nice bubble bath when I get home and a glass of good wine. Then I can curl up with a cozy book. That sounds........Ummphh! What was that? Did I hit something? My mind was wondering...and I forgot to pay attention to the road. Better pull over and check the tires.
I press on the brakes, and ease my corvette to the side of the road. It's pretty even so I shouldn't have a problem. Opening the door, I trip and rip my panty hose. Damn it! I slam the door close in my frustration and proceed to tires. Front left...check. Front right...check. Back right....check. Back left....oh, what's this? I begin to extend my hand to see what had punctured my tire. Suddenly, I hear a whirring sound behind me. I whip around just in time to see the shadowed figure of a vehicle running straight for me. I try my hardest to jump out of the way, but to no avail. Blackness swallows me whole...
I do not own Gundam wing.
I shut the car door with a sigh. The benefit party had lasted into the early hours of the mourning, and I am wiped. I buckled my seatbelt, checked my mirrors, and turned the key. The engine roared to life. I loved that sound, the feeling of the vehicle coming to life beneath me. I relish the absolute freedom of being able to control the car, to cruise as gently as I wish, or to fly over the roadways. Normally, Pagan would have driven me to these little excursions, but he was getting on in age, and I felt that he should get his rest instead of waiting up into all hours for me.
I backed out of my parking space and pulled out onto the roadway. Home was about twenty minutes away, and I really want to take my time. Might as well enjoy it while I can, right? Man, it sure is cold tonight. And foggy too... oh well. I stare out the front window, watching the little yellow lines slip by. Hmmmm.....mabey a nice bubble bath when I get home and a glass of good wine. Then I can curl up with a cozy book. That sounds........Ummphh! What was that? Did I hit something? My mind was wondering...and I forgot to pay attention to the road. Better pull over and check the tires.
I press on the brakes, and ease my corvette to the side of the road. It's pretty even so I shouldn't have a problem. Opening the door, I trip and rip my panty hose. Damn it! I slam the door close in my frustration and proceed to tires. Front left...check. Front right...check. Back right....check. Back left....oh, what's this? I begin to extend my hand to see what had punctured my tire. Suddenly, I hear a whirring sound behind me. I whip around just in time to see the shadowed figure of a vehicle running straight for me. I try my hardest to jump out of the way, but to no avail. Blackness swallows me whole...