Reflexes.
From this day forward, Matt will hate reflexes.
Before he was standing, watching blondie make her fatal move.
Now, he stood in front of her body which was tangled on the ground, lifeless or not, he didn't know.
He didn't care. Cars were not going to hit her. He looked at her, back towards the cars. For being hit by a car, she looked peacefully sleeping.
Honk! Honk! Honk!!!
"Get you and your girlfriend's ass off the road." barked someone, a car behind him.
Matt pulled his gun and rotated around swiftly, pointing it towards all 3 lanes of cars.
"You put one ounce of pressure on the gas and I'll," cocking his gun again, "put pressure on my trigger finger."
The other two lanes' front driver threw their hands up inside their car.
Matt let out his heartily laugh, They looked like idiots.
The middle driver seemed to disagree.
"Snot-nosed asshole.."
The driver pressed on the gas, not even with caution.
Reflexes?
Matt fired his gun. Hit him right in his mouth.
Crack in the windshield proved it.
"Stupid motherfucker." Matt let out his grin and turned back to the girl.
Shoving his gun into his pocket, he turned his attention towards her.
Sides the heavy makeup, she has a giant gash near her left temple.
The rain and wind picked up.
Peoples' muffled whispers got louder; texting to each other, talking among themselves, or/and snapping photos of the scene.
Damn it.
He was drawing a crowd, he lifted up his goggles to see if it was the lenses.
Yeah it was. There was more people then he expected. He clicked them over his eyes again.
Turning back to the girl and picking her up bridal style, he bit his lip uncomfortably. Matt hated crowds. Mello hated drawing them.
"Sorry everyone, when the cop forgets his badge. And his crazy ex still has thing for you and. . . "
Matt broke off into his famous sprint. Praying to holy hell he wouldn't trip over his laces, even though he did this all the time.
Just not with someone in his arms.
Matt trailed down the alley to where he kept his car. Where no one would want to go. Too much scum and rats of varieties of size. The rain drops turned to a rain pour.
The girl started to stir as he ran. Damn it!
Near would know what to do. Mello even. Not Matt. Never Matt.
Matt just knew how to shoot someone from 90 feet way. He was the guy you called when you needed leverage. The guy you could trust…that would eventually kill you.
Only to Near and Mello he was faithful. He bit his lip. Mello. Ever since the accident, Matt turned harsh.
"Light-Kun?"
The dreary voice made Matt stop in his tracks and look down at the voice. Her almond eyes shined up at him with a worried look on her face.
"Why are you holding me, Light kun? Where are we?"
Damn it. What to do…What to do. Matt just kept walking. He could see the gleam of his car not far off.
The girl leaned against him, passing out again.
When Matt got to his car, he opened the door; it was never locked. Opening the back door, he placed the girl on the seat, laying on her back.
Why'd he save her?! He had nowhere to put her. He was a hopeless homeless loser.
He slammed her door and climbed into the driver seat. He couldn't be at ease in the seat.
His Cameo didn't feel normal. Matt for once, felt rushed and nervous to drive.
Matt put his hands on the wheel and turned the key. Vrrrroooom!
Pulling back the stick shift, He put it in neutral. Speeding down the small back road alley.
Maybe, Matt could drive out of town. No one would miss him, he could fake his death and make people think he was dead.
Bastards. Forget that idea. I'm not dying for no bitches. The list that hated Matt was more like the population map of the states.
"Ughh…" The stirring noise came from the back seat and in the rear view mirror, Matt met the hazy almond eyes of the girl in the back.
"You're not Light-Kun."