Chasing Death
Summary: Out of millions of others, there were none like him. There was a fire in his eyes and despite his questionable intelligence, he was unique, he was Jeff.
Chapter 3
The party had died down after their pops and some old guy, their mom's ex, got into a fight over the shine of all things! The buzz was killed for most people as they tried to steer the fight away from the booze and the bon fire and towards the woods. Everyone had said their goodbyes, good lucks and in Shannon's case.
"Don't get sent home in a pine box cause that would suck dude,"
Matt proceeded to chase Shannon around until Shannon thought better of using his legs an hopped on his dirt bike hi-tailing it out before Matt decided to get on his own. After all of that excitement a very paper cup and rainbow colored littered back yard was left waiting to be cleaned. Jeff just wanted to take a leaf blower to it all an then some lighter fluid and a match. Matt, being more practical, firmly stated they were doing this by hand.
'Damn him for taking all my fun away, since when did he become grown up!' Jeff grumbled in his mind. "Damn old fools,"
"Who?" Matt asked.
"Both of them!"
"Who!" Matt yelled in frustration,
"Your dad and mommy's ex that's who," Jeff said.
Matt's face contorted, "Oh, so he's my father when you're angry at him?"
"Yeah, jackass went an ruined the party. It could have lasted all night an we wouldn't have to be doing this right now,"
"But then you'd have to clean this mess up alone since I'm leaving in the morning." Matt pointed out.
"Oh yeah, forgot about that detail." Jeff sighed.
Matt knew he should be in bed by now but it was nearly midnight and he was wide awake. Besides, he wanted to spend as much time as he could with his little bro before he left. Not that he doubted his father, but he was slightly concerned with leaving Jeff to his own devices. That's when a bright idea popped into his head. Modern religious people would call this little voice the devil but at the time under a haze full of buzz from moon shine it seemed like the best idea ever.
"Come on Jeff, lets go to the Murphy," Matt said as he started to walk off.
"Err, why?"
Matt stopped for a moment, "Cause we need more bags?"
"Oh," Jeff blinked.
They walked to the gas station since it was only a mile or so up the road. Living on the highway had some advantages. Neither brother spoke during the trek an nothing major happened besides Jeff trying to hitchhike a big rig. Conversation broke out between the two once the station came in site. Nothing unusual about the blinking sign, beat up cars and stench of gasoline.
"I'd so beat you at pacman!" Jeff announced.
Matt snorted, "In yo dreams you pussy eater!"
Matt opened the door, the chime went off; nothing odd there…yet. With their heads down they unwittingly walked into a scene out of an horror movie. The shots sounded like mini explosions and they were sprayed by someones blood. There was a scream and scuffle of feet followed by a shout.
"Fuck!"
END3:TBC