I apologize for not updating stories as my entire activity during my college in animation. But I will still write this as I too want to know what the ending will be. And learning about storymaking now makes me think more creatively to tell about this story more than before the lastest chapter.

FIRST spring should leave a good impression, yet it wasn't happened in the place he stay. For himself. He felt unfree as like in the tragedy where he was tied up and was tortured. In somewhere he didn't know. Whereas, it was the first day to have a new plan to build another good life betterer instead rather than stayed around. Yet, as a resenting reason, he had to be protected by a person who assign him as a protector, then he should stay at place until he was totally free. But, when he would be free and take his freedom? It was like forever and never happened.

He felt this world is now sucks.

Nonsense!

He should do what he have ever done as usual. But the world, or perhaps the Protector who resisted him like a prisoner in the hell, made him being jerked and diminished his first dream that he created in his mind. Hopeless, he sighed for his life as he didn't wanted this.

He sensed this chase is now totally fuck.

Knave!

He screamed loudly over his heart. Having out of control, he planned to escape from this prison. No matter what happened. He had to get freedom by escaping.

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Dusty was hopeless. And he knew it.

At the last—before the chase begun—he never saw Dusty had a bad mood energy every day. He was totally humble, kind, and bring some happiness and share it to the world. He was the inspiration of everyone who proved that he could do more than what he was built for. Nevertheless, this time is something different. Something like the world was upside down, being rotated 180 degrees.

Because of it, he had a bad feeling that someday, Dusty would never loved himself again. He would hate everyone who had stolen his freedom. His rights to fly around the blue sky, tasting the speed of the blowing winds.

Dusty had never flown again since James came and prohibited him. So many arguments that Dusty spoke, yet it never satisfied James as if he should not fade away.

Sadness grew over his emotion, indeed. Yet he should do something to cheer him up.

He rode smoothly to Honkers, watching Dusty and Chug was speaking and laughing. He knew it was a fake to hide his sadness. Or, maybe making himself cheer up. Or . . . who knows it. He was only an old one and wasn't a psychologist. He only wanted to make sure everything was gonna be fine as well as he want. After having been near Dusty, the nervous came for a sudden. As if his plan was broken by a tragedy. "Um, hi, Dusty," he said nervously.

"What's up, uh, Mayday?" asked Dusty. He rarely saw Mayday who was having been nervous.

"Well, nothing," was that two words he said abruptly. "I just want to . . . join you two." Great, and my plan now is totally broken.

"Well, it's a good idea." Chug said happily as usual. "We're talking about another experiment to retrench corn on corn fuel making. Do you feel interest? Hope so."

"Yeah."

"Then you want a can of Oil Tea* that is a new menu on Honkers? Taste's great!"

"Yeah, I'm sure you want it more, Mayday."

"Um, okay."

Chug went away to a booth, ordering an Oil Tea for Mayday and a bowl of Hex-Nut for himself.

At this chance, Mayday eyed Dusty. For a moment, he saw Dusty sighed and expressed his sadness, yet it was happened only three—four seconds, then he drank his Oil Tea, watching Chug who was still in booth.

"Are you alright, Dusty?" Mayday asked.

Dusty wanted to put out everything on his mouth, yet it was canceled as he could swallowed his drink. Taking a breathe for awhile, he said difficultly, "I'm okay."

Mayday knew there was a doubt on his word as he pronounced those two words like stammered and unclear spelling. "You didn't feel good as I know. Since you are unfree here like a prison, I am so sad to think about you."

"Thanks for your kindness to think about me, Mayday," Dusty said. "Well, I feel like there is no place for me to runaway and taste the freedom. Propwash Junction now is not a place that I should be right now. I missed my life as a racer. I missed my life as a plane who can taste the blowing winds and blue sky. I missed my past. I must go to somewhere, like I must go to build another good life of me." He said clearly as there was a hope that someday he could taste what he said to Mayday and share its happiness among the feel to fly around blue sky. "Yet, it was his fault that I can't go anywhere. I don't understand why I must stay here whereas I shall do what I must do? I was like prisoner in the hell! This is sucks!"

"You mean James? Seems like he never gives you any freedom at all. I agree on what your willing to build another good life. But I guess there is no hope to assume James. I know he wants to protect you. Nevertheless, I think this is too overprotective."

"That is nonsense! He makes me being jerked and diminished my first dream to be a racer. And then I stayed here as like I was tortured like in there—I don't know where it is. I can't move freely." He sighed as he got mad to James. "Fuck!"

"I want to help you, Dusty," Mayday said clearly and full of truth. "I swear. But I don't know how to. I was just an old firefighter that happy to see you like in the past. I feel like it is my fault."

"That's a kind of you, but . . don't blame yourself, Mayday. It's not your fault at all."

"Thanks for your kindness, Dusty."

"Anytime, May—"

"Sorry for late." Chug put a can of Oil Tea and a bowl of Hex-Nut. "Well, what the words did I said at last?"

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Having not enough sleep, Mayday yawned. He looked his bedroom for a moment, ascertaining himself not in danger since a treat for Dusty and him by someone called "V" still poisoned him.

Everything was quiet and quite clean. Only some dusts scattered on the white and dark checkerboard floor. Nothing else.

He realized there was no sound around him. Whereas, Propwash Junction is a place which always has business in morning—even when dawn. And he could hear the noisy of few trucks who delivered a tons of corn. Today, unluckily, he didn't hear it. It was something unhabitual for him as he had lived here approximately a half century.

He drove slowly, pretending that everything was just fine as well as usual. His garage was nothing changed. There was nothing happened here. It was really well-preserved. He sighed as it was all good—

Good means bad.

It was the words that James said and he felt something went wrong. He didn't understand why something good, totally, mean bad? Was it the words that should he keep for this time?

Dusty. He remembered Dusty was on another of his room. If there's no him, then everything here ain't fine, what was on his mind.

He drove to where Dusty should be. Having been in front of the room, Mayday knocked the door three times. "Dusty?"

Only silence that he could hear.

The wind blew against his face, like wanted to punch Mayday to make him wake up. Yet, it isn't a dream, right?, he asked himself. He pinched his cheek, then he felt sick.

This is not a dream.

Mayday knocked again the door as the panicked grew among his blood. "Dusty. Wake up."

Again, no answer.

His tooth was threaten as he froze, feeling his scare came true. Realizing the door was unlocked, Mayday opened the door slowly.

He saw no Dusty.

His heart skipped a beat. Needing energy to consume this absurdity—that the world for him went crazy—he took a deep breathe. Mayday was too old as his mental couldn't receive every second of strange things.

Then, he saw a small light cream note at the center of the room. He picked the note and read it.

It was written like this:

Maybe this is too quick—but I'll take gun for my subject firts. And the next will be you, Mayday!

-V-

His body tumbled down as, again, he lost Dusty. Twice. That was too pain as he now felt alone—no Dusty for Mayday means no life. As an old man, he cried like he lost his grandson.

There was noting he could do any longer. He didn't wanted Dusty got tortured. He didn't want to let them got Dusty.

Then he had to rescue him. At least I'm trying, he thought.

He went out to Fill 'n Fly, meeting Dottie who was combining some chemical component.

"Mayday, what's happened? Why are there tears in your eyes?"

"Dusty! He is kidnapped!"

Mayday looked Dottie who felt confused as if she didn't know anything.

"We have to find Dusty!"

"Dusty? He—he's gone?" Dottie asked. Her face show a confusion as she didn't believe. "He'd been here at midnight before."

"Midnight? For what?"

"Well, to use power wash."

"Um . . . ," he still wasn't sure about the news since the message from "V" was strong enough. "But where is he now?"

"He didn't show his nose this morning."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Maybe he is sleeping."

"Sleeping!?" His heart beat faster than before he read V's message. "He—he is kidnapped again!"

"What?"

"Let me show you!"

Mayday then took Dottie to his place, to in front of the room where he found the message from "V". Mayday felt his heart was beating swift rather than before as the disbelieve from Dottie made him like untrusted anymore.

"Here, if you don't trust me at all," said Mayday. He took a breathe, opening the door several moments.

His eye opened massively . . . because there was Dusty, sleeping as usual.

"Uh, Mayday, do you think he is not Dusty?"

"I-I-I swear! I—"

Suddenly Dusty yawned, breaking the wind around tense atmosphere. He opened his eyes, looking at a female forklift and a (old)-male firefighter. "Oh, hi, uh, it's . . . um . . . something unusual like this happened before. What's up?"

"Ah, well, nothing is happened here, Mayday. Perhaps your heads is on turbulence," Dottie said. "Surely you have to be checked up. What things are you eat last night?"

"What? You think I'm drunk!? I'm not that sick, Dottie!" Mayday shouted. "I'm fine, but all around me is not fine right now!"

"Seriously guys, what's up?"

"I saw you were none here, but you are here for a sudden. Oh, how could that happened?—seriously! Trust me!"

"Whoa, whoa, Mayday, calm yourself down."

"That doesn't need to do with my calmness and I won't cause everything-is-suck!"

"You have to rest more, Mayday. Relax. Maybe a can of oil will helps you."

"I wanna go around! Don't find me! Please!" After saying that, Mayday left from his room with his sadness and disappointed. And he even didn't know what would he did after leaving his garage, thinking that went around was useless. But, going to Honkers and drinking a can of oil probably will be the moment when Dusty came to him and ask him about the last tragedy. He wanted to be alone for a while. But where?[]