I close the distance between me and the car, opening the lock manually.
I gazed at the long road through the windshield. The night had turned beautiful; bright stars and a full moon. The forest that hung on every side of the highway glinted when the moon reflected it's luminosity at the foliage's dew.
At the back Rick and Austin were sharing their fight events' details while Henry looked outside the tinted window. I look ahead staring at white rectangles that lay straight on the black road. I turned my head around to my driver's window and opened it. The breeze was fresh and unscented like the smell of first light. I drove faster over speed limit towards the endless highway.
I felt sick, a cause of drinking so many liquor. I stopped the car at the side of the road when I decided not to endanger any human beings who would actually drive at this time. "You can drive can't you?" I asked Alex. He nodded opening his door to change seats. How many times did I plan to follow Alex's non-drinking attitude? I opened the door ignoring the stress from the back surely they knew what effect drinking did to transgenics bodies. At least it was better than human's lung failure.
I went to the other side of the car. Just as I was one foot in the passenger car I turned around. I expected seeing nothing but endless roads; I was erroneous. I stared at it, it stared back. Looking back at me were the softest hazel colored eyes I've ever seen. She sent me into the flashbacks of Keith's eyes. I thought that no one could be well compatible with Keith's gentle face and eyes. I was wrong. This one oddly was better in many ways. Not a full second had passed.
Her face was ellipse-shaped set with long, yielding chocolate-brown curls as hair. Her face was beautiful in an atypical kind of way. Her features were sharp, straight and faultless. I looked at the whole of her face again, this time looking for surgery marks. I could find none. She looked at me with a peculiar expression as if she saw straight through me. I had always been a close book so why does it seem that this unexceptional human girl is reading me without difficulty? She looked at me like she knew what I was going through, her hazel eyes so warm and consoling. It was peculiar how calm I felt, I never want the feeling to end but someone was calling me.
"Lyndon? You're coming' in?" Alex said bending in the passenger sit. I looked at him slightly annoyed. I turned my back to him looking for the girl. She wasn't their either was the car she came in. I scanned the roads that now were untouched. Was she a mirage cast up by my intoxicated mind? Angry at how many liquor I drank, I went in the car.
"Are you okay? Lyndon?" asked Alex nudging me softly; the bickering at the back stopped.
"Hmm? Yeah I'm fine," I asked bemused. He was unconvinced but let it go. All I could think about was that girl. How peculiar, I thought.
"So the girl was attractive, huh?" Alex said finding another subject. The squabbling at the back started again. I didn't feel the need to pay attention at what the argument was about.
"What?" I said trying to pay attention to the road. I hate it how observant Alex could be. The air changed again. This time the wind carried the scent of blood and petrol, no longer the clean scent. My siblings head snapped up, all looking at me. All eyes eager to find out what it was. I nodded my head. Alex made an abrupt u-turn and made his way to the direction. It was late at night where no people were on the road, he pressed hard on the gas pedal, accelerating. In a couple of minute's time he stopped at our destination. It wasn't the destination itself that got him using the brakes; it was what's in front of us.