7. Evolution

100 words

He'd been to California and met the Slayer. He'd been to New Mexico and met the Roswell Aliens. He should have known Arizona wouldn't be any better.

He'd left the airport without trouble. He'd gotten the keys to the rental car without incident. He'd driven out of the parking garage and onto the highway with nary a problem.

And then a blue-skinned, winged, alien creature had dropped out of the sky, crushing the car and Methos beneath its weight. It had died from oxygen inhalation.

"Fuck," Methos said hours later when he woke up in a drawer in a morgue.