Chapter 48: Chicken
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The cold wind brushed the loose hair that stuck out from Max's cowboy hat off of his forehead as he walked through the park in the direction of the club. In the distance cars sped along the freeway and in the trees birds gossiped back and forth.
Max sighed.
The night felt so peaceful he almost did not want to enter the roar of the club. The idea
of sitting in the park listening to the night sounds, feeling the soft droplets of snow, without thinking about his father, or Principal Kelly, or Duncan, or Lilly, or anything at all was so intoxicating that he almost sat down. For a moment he even stopped at one of the benches and put a hand to the soft wood. But then his thoughts moved to places he
did not want them to go, his memories to events to dark to relive, and he moved on towards the club.
The roar of music and babbling people grew as Max reached the street.
He crossed the median and began across the parking lot. A shiny red mustang convertible stopped in front of him, its headlight's blinding him. He made an attempt to walk past it but it back up and moved in front of him again. A quiet growl escaped his throat and he cracked his knuckles preparing to short-circuit the engine.
"Hey Max!"
Duncan, Max thought.
"Let's play chicken muty!" The engine rumbled and surged forward.
/There's no way he'd hit me/, Max thought. /He wouldn't sink that low./
He crossed his arms and waited for the car to swerve to the right or left. It didn't, but as it hit him he had enough time to send electric bolts through it.