If this was a desert I'd be expecting a tumbleweed to roll past right about now.
Maybe I am imagining things, could this be one of those trippy scenes from Inception where dreams are real and real are dreams you dream for real?
I'm tired, I need sleep. Another black blur races past just as I'm sinking into a lucid fantasy involving a hoard of Victoria Secret models and whatever the male equivalent of that is.
This time I know something is going on, I'm not sure how much time has passed since Court left but an uneasy feeling settles in the pit of my stomach. She might be a lean build but when it comes to defending herself it doesn't matter if you're double her size, she's got a bigger brain. Plus she fights dirty.
"Court?" Once out of the car I approach the store, stopping in the middle of the road half a boot in an oil infused puddle. "Court!" I yell more convincingly. She's paying the clerk at the cash register but there's still a trace of verbal conflict nearby.
I know how this works, I follow the sound into some secluded area where I flinch at everything around me then either get jumped, stabbed, shot or killed. You know what kinda people get themselves into circumstances like that?
Stupid white people.
No chance I'm falling for it. I retreat to Court's low riding coupé, too curious to get back inside yet not brave enough to storm in without good reason.
RIIIIING
I almost slip at the ear splitting alarm, Jesus that thing is enough to jump start a heart attack. Now I know the best place to be is near the car in case a quick escape is needed. Let's hope things don't come to that.
Where is Court?
After serious contemplation I budge my stubborn lead legs only to have the temporary courage disband faster than it arrived. "Is that the fire or security alarm?" She asks blankly, swinging an incorrectly labelled glass door.
The breathe I didn't know I was holding is released. "I have no idea, how long does it take to buy meds these days?" Court's hairline is drenched in sweat as she dumps her full bag in the backseat, covering it in the spare blanket. "Dude was a hopeless trainee, had no idea what the hell he was doing."
Her nickname can be Speedy Gonzales judging by the speed of her movements, waiting for me to get inside the car once shes in the driver seat. "Come on, Bryce, you've got classes tomorrow." She disappears behind the dash, sifting through the overflowing glove-box for God knows what.
About to move from the warm bonnet heating my rear I pause at the sight of a breathless young man also in an all black outfit. He whips his head left then right, meeting my eyes for the shortest second in a look I recognize all too well.
"Oh shit."
Gone before I have the chance to register the encounter, my brain progresses the image of his pale face masked mostly in shadow. "Did you see that?" I ask an impatient Court who turns the headlights on full strength, "See what? Other than the clerk I haven't noticed anyone." She seemed a bit jittery than usual.
It is too dark to reach an accurate final image but the boy's athletic build and height is familiar, it reminds me of, "Hey Court, what was the name of that guy you introduced me to? The one that only said 'mm' and 'hm'?"
Court does one of those 'maybe if I look into the air cluelessly long enough I'll remember', "I think his name was..." Ok, now I really know she doesn't recall him but that's alright because I do.
"Hero?"
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