I know there was almost no Speed our last go round, so I made sure there's lots of him here. And with the whole Jeanie thing, it will make sense at the end of this story, so just be patient. I try not to throw in characters for no good reason, and besides, who ever said Jeanie was ::totally:: dead? **smirks**
Disclaimer: Well, no. If I did, I would have the Mach 5 in my garage…even though I couldn't drive it. Not legally anyway. ^ ^ ;;
Alright, even I think this is really bad, but I couldn't think of any other way to write what I wanted you to read, so here it is!
Speed sat with his hands folded in his lap. His painkillers had abated his headache for now, and other medications had stopped his delirium/vomiting/mono-like symptoms, so he was feeling a little better. However, he was now slightly lonely. Spritle had disappeared at the mention of dinner (via his mother) and without him, the room seemed rather hostile. Pops was still there, of course, but he tended to try to be mother when Speed was sick.
Pops fiddled with his thumbs in a gray, metal chair. He didn't like being left alone with Speed when he was sick; it made him feel obligated to be watching, comforting, etc. and he wasn't really good at that sort of thing. He hadn't had any siblings growing up, and had simply spent most of his time watching cars. In fact, he wished he could simply be fixing a car right now, instead of sitting here fidgeting in a hospital room.
A bluebird perched on the window ledge cocked its head to the side and warbled tune out. Speed looked at his father, who was now folding and unfolding his arms.
"Pops?"
"Yeah Speed?" Pops sat up. This might be important. What if Speed was saying something that could save his life? What if—
"Open the window. I want to hear outside." Pops sighed. There he went overreacting as usual. He truly had expected for his son to jump up and say, 'Dad, I'm going to die!'.
He hefted himself off the chair and unlatched the window. He hesitated before lifting the frames. "You sure? It's a busy day, and I'm sure that there's going to be a lot of noise…"
"Dad, I'm sure. Just open the window." Pops reluctantly opened the window, and cringed at the car horns, smog, and yelling people that he could hear.
Speed didn't seem to notice though. The bluebird had returned after Pops had opened the window, and had started to sing again. Speed whistled and the bird stopped and cocked its feathered head. It ventured to whistle again, and Speed followed suite. Now thoroughly annoyed, the bird puffed its chest out and whistled furiously, sounding for all the world like it was trying to imitate a tornado. Speed tried to mimic the sound, but failed miserably, sounding like a mating call gone wrong. Now satisfied, Bluebird smugly began to preen his feathers.
Pops sweat dropped.
Speed continued to watch Bluebird until he fell into a light slumber.
Mom Racer pulled up into the driveway of the Hibiki Motors mansion. She had decided to check the place out, get the mail, the newspaper, etc. before heading back to the hospital. She pulled the key out of the ignition and slid (in a lady-like manner of course) out of the car.
After checking the house, and picking up the newspaper, she headed for the mailbox. She flipped the door open and found only a white, un-addressed envelope. She frowned and pried it open with her red fingernails. She dug int eh envelope for a moment, before her hands came to rest on a photo. She carefully pulled it out, so not to scratch it.
She screamed. There in the photo, was her son, standing in front of the Mach 5, eyes gouged out, with the message, "I see you," written in black marker.
Well, by George! There, was that enough Speed for y'all?
Oh, and if any of you are fans of digimon, go check out my story, "Dark Tiakall". Thanks a bunch, and R&R!
--Aeroshockwave