A SECRET AGENT
A GANG MEMBER
AN ILLEGAL RACER
CAN YOU BE ALL?
Earth is a secret agent whose only job is to catch the organizer of the monthly Midnight Race
Mix is the winner of every Midnight Race...until now
"Better reality than a dream: if something is real, then it's real and you're not to blame."
- Umberto Eco
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"I'm going to check up on Frank." Win said as the curtain behind Earth and Mix slowly stopped moving.
"Wait," Bright grabbed Win by his wrist, stopping him in his track. He could feel Win's body shaking while it was irregularly inhaling and exhaling the air around them.
"Win, you are shaking. We need to go home." Bright strengthen the hold on Win's wrist to let him know that he is serious but careful not to hurt him.
"I know. I can handle it. First, I need to go see Frank." Win pulled out his wrist from Bright's firm hold and went upstairs, repeating, "I need to go see Frank. Need to see Frank."
As his boyfriend's shaking body disappeared from his sight Bright let out a long sigh and buried his head in the palms of his hands, slowly shaking his head. He knew the garage would trigger Win's trauma. He should have gone there by himself. "Fuck."
"I wish he was," Bright said, shoulders, hanging low.
.....
Win took few deep breaths, trying to stop his body from shaking, at least to the point that it won't be visible for other people. His palms were sweating, and he felt like everyone is watching him, judging his every move despite the rational side of his mind telling him that no one gives a fuck about him right now! Frank is injured, for fuck sake!
One last deep breath, time to pretend like you are fine.
"Hey...how's Frank?" Win asked as he walked to the couch, where Frank was laying with his eyes closed.
"Okay, a little bit shaken, but Earth said it's not that bad," Drake said, standing up from the couch.
"That's good then. Um...Mix already left, and I don't think he will be coming back today so...you know, when Frank wakes up just take him home." Win said.
Drake nodded his head, not taking his eyes from Frank, "the moment he wakes up, we are off. But you know what? I'm so, so fucking close to pay Kit a really nice visit. If he thinks that he can shoot at my boyfriend and get away with it. I fucking swear—" Drake's face was turning red with all the rage he felt.
"You swear nothing, Drake. Going after Kit right now would make everything even worse. Especially when we have no idea what actually happened." Win tried to sound as normal as possible, his palms still wet no matter how much he rubbed them on his jeans.
"I can't promise anything."
"Drake!"
"Fine," Drake said and went to sit back to sleeping Frank, not paying any attention to Win anymore.
