1978
Starsky drove slowly on the dangerous mountain road in the Torino. Thunder was rolling in the distance, Starsky heard the low rumbled sound, black clouds had moved in fast. The wind started to gust, branches were torn from the strong trees. hail came down hard...but no rain.
Starsky turned on his windshield wipers. The brunet could barely see, so he drove cautiously. The closer Starsky drove toward home, his mind went back to his and Hutch's house. The detective had a long hard day. To lay back in the recliner would be heaven, his legs stretched out by the fireplace. Hot coco...,nooooooo.
He quickly came back to reality... it had been hot, unusually hot for November. Therefore he shuddered at the thought of the fireplace. A nice cold shower, then an ice cold beer. Starsky grinned at this thought.
Suddenly! A loud crack, Starsky's head turned to see lightening had struck a tree. Black streaked down the side of the tree, a few sparks of fire danced. The hail that fell from the sky seemed to extinguish the small sparks.
The detective saw the curve he drove everyday, and approached it cautiously. Suddenly! Out of no where a car crossed the yellow line, it came straight toward the Torino. Starsky slowed down, as his foot pumped the breaks, as not to slide.
Everything seemed to go in slow motion.
Starsky thought, he's gonna hit me head on, and there's nothing I can do. Just a two way mountain road. From the way it appeared the other person was careless. The other driver was speeding, they did not seem to want to stop.
Starsky braced himself. The car came straight for him. Everything sped up, as metal, glass, and debris flew in the air. Smoke bellowed from Starsky's car, as his head hit the windshield. Glass shattered, and pierced his skin.
His Torino flipped, and Starsky was thrown through the windshield. The Torino landed on her roof... as tires spun.
The man in the other car, his head glanced up. His eyes hidden behind sunglasses, he sat and stared at Starsky. His bumper on the pavement, cracked windshield, and a blown tire.
Somehow the other driver managed and drove away. This left Detective David Starsky, on a lonely mountain road.
The sound of silence, then the haunted cry of the loon was all that he heard in the distance. Blood dripped from Starsky's forehead, and his eyes closed, as his head fell to the side...
X. Xxx
Hutch pulled up to the record store, and walked in the door. A young girl ask, if he needed help, he answered with a smile. "Just point me in the direction of the Rolling Stones."
The blond detective grabbed the Rolling Stones vinyl, and he also grabbed a classical vinyl, Hutch walked up to the checkout.
The guy at the checkout had long blond hair, glasses, and a flowered shirt. He remarked. "Man what a combination. "You can jam out with the Rolling Stones, then you can mellow out to classical."
Hutch put the money on the counter "Rolling Stones is a gift for my partner, and I'm classical all the way."
The guy answered. "Yea man, I'm John Denver all the way, I've been told I'm his twin." Hutch glanced up... It was uncanny.
Hutch walked to his car, and checked his watch, 4:30.pm. Hutch had gotten Starsky's favorite, a pot roast for his birthday dinner. He put the groceries in, and a big bag of dog food for Tear.
When he first got Tear a black lab, Hutch had been hesitate to get a dog. The blond had worried that his job, as a detective demanded much of his time.There would not be enough time for a dog, but it did work out.
She was a good watchdog. They hiked around the woods by the house, the two detectives had bought.
Hutch noticed, a storm was moving toward the mountains. He had to hurry before the storm hit, it appeared to be a bad one.
They lived right at the foot hills, only an hour and a half away.
X. X. X
Starsky's blue eyes slowly opened, he had been thrown from his car. A couple of raindrops fell from the sky, as they hit his face. He tried to get them in his dry mouth. His brain was numb, but everything in his body hurt. The first word that came out of his mouth. "Hutchhhhh."
The brunet couldn't move, confusion filled his head. His eyes stung, as everything appeared blurry. He whispered "Hutch help."
The hard impact from the other vehicle left Detective Starsky with a gash to his head, blood ran down his face. His eyes closed, as a single tear fell..perhaps for the last time.
X. X
Most of the black clouds had passed, a couple of rain drops hit Hutch's windshield. Rain was in bad need up here, leaves were turning brown on the trees. Hutch saw the curve ahead, home was not far now. The blond slowly approached, for this was a very dangerous area, he respected it .
As he came around the curve, a car was flipped by the side of road. The detectives face became tense, as his jaw tightened. "What the hel!l"
Hutch's blue eyes had a look of terror... "Stark!"