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Author's Note…Oh, this was some kind of hell to upload...which is oddly appropriate for the story. Anyway, that's why it took a while for this chapter to come...stupid, spazzy, computer.
Greed
It is not so much the quality of the handsome yellow car Chase yearns for (although that in itself makes the automobile worthy) but its sheer gorgeousness. That, and the fact that nobody else has it.
Getting his mum to buy it for him, despite the fact that he will not have an actual license for another four months, is all too easy. A little pleading, a little promising, and a little anger are all it takes for a guilt trip to turn into a joy ride. Soon, Chase is driving around like a king, thoroughly enjoying the breeze skimming his hair and the desirous stares that do nothing to peel away the paint.
The materialistic joy it brings Chase makes him rather cocky, and he has an easier time doing stupid things. Going above and beyond the speed limit; taking up two lanes; he is a criminal to the other drivers, a menace, and his almost demonic status only encourages this newfound hobby.
One of Chase's nasty cruising habits is his egotistical style of parallel parking. To regular, public parking lots, he is simply reckless but to the one at school; he is merciless. He is merciless to the undersized lanes, merciless to the now-dented row signs, and he is especially merciless to Narkler's car.
The vintage Ford is now sporting a long, thick, scratch, about twenty-two inches of glory. Chase is still admiring his handiwork when Narkler comes and sees. Did you do this, Mr. Chase? Yes, Chase responds almost happily, I did. Narkler sighs; it is long and drawn out. Are you going to pay for this? No. You know this means you will no longer be able to use or park your car within fifteen yards of school property, if you don't pay it? Yes.
And Chase supposed it was a fair punishment that the very first time he leaves the car on a regular street, it is stolen.
He knows it is only G/d's immediate punishment for Greed, for Satan has a cauldron of boiling oil waiting for him in Hell. And Chase is already so dirty, so dirty from all his sins, the bath of his afterlife will be almost cleansing.