I wake up with a headache and nausea. I'm lying flat on my stomach, hands tied behind my back. Dark, stuffy, wobbly… These are the first impressions my surroundings make on me. Suddenly, the surface I'm lying on moves under me, sending me rolling over on my back. I must be in the trunk of a speeding car… Phew, I've been here already. For a moment I have to fight with the panic that's trying to attack my brain and take control of me, but I manage to overpower it and pack it for some time later. I take deep breaths, trying to think of a way out of this peculiar situation, yet the only thing I can bend my mind to is recalling what happened later after the last time I spent some time in a car trunk. The helplessness, the pain, death hanging in the air… I didn't really believe back then that they could be coming to rescue me. I simply thought I was gonna die. But they tied the pieces they had together and found their way to me before it was too late. What a bunch of lovely people I work with… A few tears stream down my face as I recall them. Speaking of nice people, something else hits me. Alicia! I don't wanna even imagine what happened to her. The last time I saw her she went to kick on the circuit breaker. I continued reading a magazine about goats, but as she still wasn't coming back after ten minutes, I wanted to go check on her. However, I was not meant to do that. I barely stepped out of the door when a gun was practically thrust into my face. Despite the training we all have to undergo I couldn't do anything. I was told to turn my back to the guy who held the gun, so I did so. The cold barrel of that gun pressed to my temple, I'mma do anything. Soon enough my nose met with the well-known smell of chloroform. The next thing I know- I'm lying here.
I can't believe I'm really doing this. It's crazy and I'm LOVING it! I hoped I'd be able to get that little hooker, but I'd never thought that I'd get the chance to have a go with that CSI pal who's now comfortably housed in the back of my car. I still don't know what to do with him, though. Of course, I could shoot or stab him and dump his body somewhere in the middle of this desert, but that's not His style. By Him I don't mean God, I mean Walter Gordon. He was like a father to me… And they had to take him away from me. I knew what he was going to do, apart from the fact he planned to blow himself up as well. And all that for nothing. Kelly's still in the jail, Walter's dead and the one responsible is still breathing. I have to see what I can do about it. I can't overlook this injustice anymore.
As to what to do with him now, I'm not so sure about that. Yeah, I could get my hands on a plexiglass coffin, dig a grave, get those aggressive ants etc, but I'm no copycat. I may borrow a few of Gordon's tricks, though. I need to take a look at my book, which is sitting on the passenger seat. It's my Bible. Apart from Kelly, this book's the only thing I have left of Him. It's been written by Walter himself, and it's a detailed list of all those things that were needed and used for his eminent plan the other day. The best thing about it would be the fact that those CSI guys have no wind of this. They never went to look for it. They still don't know there's anyone like me. Actually, that squad missed a lot of things this time. And they're about to pay for it now.
I pull up by the side of the road and grasp my book of pleasure. After a few minutes of turning pages and looking at the more than astonishing handwriting, I hear bangs from the trunk. The whole car shakes. Whoa, someone's taking a big fight in the back.
"Easy there, lad. You might need that energy later," I shout, chortling. I don't fear that the tailgate would yield. And if it does so, where's he gonna run to? And what are his chances against my truck? Ignoring the aggressive noises he is making by kicking the door, I keep on leafing through the book until I am satisfied enough. Before I set off, I turned the car radio on, adding on the volume so my sweet passenger could hear it as well.
It was Christmas in Las Vegas, when the locals take the town… Theresa hit a streak and laid her waitress' apron down…
I'm getting goosebumps from hearing this. It hasn't been that long since I heard it the last time. It was this morning. Along with some other songs, I've got this one on a CD, and I'd play it every time I drive by myself. I don't mind driving, but singing along to my favourite songs helps me stay focused. I love this song, but I can't say the same thing about my memories. A year ago, Lucky Too was playing when I was heading to the crime scene from where I almost didn't stand the chance to come back. So the guy driving this car must have been through my car first to find out I was listening to it. I don't like how much this reminds me of the events of the past. I feel frustrated, I wanna get outta here, I wanna run away to see the sunrise… I'm trying to remain calm, but that's impossible. I count to ten, and then again. I pray, I swear, I breathe… At least for now…
So do not try to find me, for I will not be found
I'm gonna keep this stake alive - I'm headed out of town
A/N Thanks for reading, and, as always, reviews are appreciated :) Also, I'm sorry that updates take me this much time, but I'm a student, so I only have time in the evening or on the weekend ;( Anyway, I hope you're enjoying this story, bc I'm really enjoying writing it and sharing it
