Part 1
(Night out, Continued)
Friday, May 16th, 2006

Craig let out a confused laugh, as the broken animal panted quickly, entrails of blood at its mouth.
Craig:Whoa...Wha-?
Spinner:Smooth, man. Our first week with the new car, and already your slaying animals. You know, for once...I regret moving out to California, wolves roam these open roads like ants in a tree.
It had been several months since the two ran away from their home, old lives... to find a new way of life, living in a small apartment 15 or so miles from the heart of Los Angelas.
Craig:What are we gonna do?
He gave a bewildered laugh.
Craig:Should we just, just leave it here?
Spinner:I dunno, man. But if your gonna leave it here, I suggest we wipe the blood off the front of the car...the last thing I need is another encounter with the police.
Craig bent down, and slowly reached his hand out the animal, slowly stroking the narrow head, slowly getting colder as the minutes passed.
Spinner:Well...what are gonna do?
He kneeled down next to Craig.
Spinner:Just, kill it now?
Craig:No.
He replied very quickly, raising up his other hand.
Craig:...We wait till it dies, at least we'll know what happened to it.
No more than 15 minutes later, Spinner had pulled up the car next to Craig on the other side of the road, next to Craig as he continued to pet the weltering beast, Spinner leaning against the bumper, the habitual sigh every few minutes, waiting...
Craig:Sorry this happened...but at least now pain and suffering will be absent in your next life.
Craig and Spinner weren't a stranger to death and the pain of it...for it was that that sent the two from their homes.
Spinner sighed again, staring into the stars.
Spinner:So..what do you think a wolf was doing in the middle of a road?
Craig looked lost in the eyes of the road-kill, ignoring Spinners questions.
Spinner:I'll bet it was hunting an animal...like a rabbit...or a...snake.
Craig looked up.
Craig: A snake?
He turned his head around, and gave a questioning look at Spinner.
Craig:Since when do wolves hunt snakes?
Spinner shrugged, and looked back up at the sky.
The rhythmic sound of the wolves breathing became quiet...then at last...the creature died.
Craig, sleepier now, lifted his head from his hand, and looked back down at it.
Spinner slowly walked forward, and after a moment of silence, spoke.
Spinner:(sighs)Well, now that it's dead, we might as well go now.
Spinner trailed back to the car, and slipped in the driver's seat.
Craig got up, and looked at Spinner.
Craig:Wha-(lets hands slap against his sides) What are you doing?
Spinner:( turns the ignition) My turn to drive.
The car's engine fired up, and the car radio burst into song, and the headlights lit up.
Spinner:Now, after we go to...
Craig looked back, paying to attention to Spinner, gave a shocked and worried look at the desert floor.
Craig:Spinner...
Spinner:..I'd like to see if we can-
Craig:Spinner.
Spinner:..And after a fire that big we might as well-
Craig:Spinner!
Spinner:What! I was talking...
Craig:(gestures forward) Come and see this...
Spinner let out a guff and came back to his side.
They were both now staring at the animal.
Craig:See that?
Spinner:What? It's a dead wolf, remember from about, umm...9 seconds ago?
Craig:(bending down)No...I mean, look at this animal. It's too short to be a wolf.
Spinner:(eyes widening)What?
Craig looked back at Spinner, his eyes telling sadness.
Craig:Spinner...we didn't just kill some stray animal...we killed a dog.