Understanding Gregory

Chapter 3

With the rise of dawn Gregory left the emptying pub, in search of a shop, for due needed supplies. There was a small corner shop that sold most ordinary things. Gregory brought:

O A dark blue rucksack

O Two bottles of water

O Five packets of sherbet

O Three pasta pots

O Two Sandwiches

Gregory had begun to quiet enjoy one of the sandwiches she was eating as her breakfast, before she had even finished paying. The cashier was a good woman, and in a fair mood, luckily.

    "That will be six sticks" she said after counting everything. Gregory searched her pockets, bring out the cash.

    "Could I get you anything else?"

    "Not unless you've got a horse" Gregory said, putting the full rucksack on her back.

    "Well I don't have a horse" she said "but I know a guy with a motorbike."

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    "Holy shit stones" Gregory said looking at the shiny black motorbike that seemed to have come straight from the twenty first century.

    "Aye" the blonde woman with a beard said "found it under ground, works fine just, bit noisy y'know, but if you can get it up to speed, I doubt the noise would matter much."

Gregory rubbed her fingers over the shining bike "oh it is beautiful" Gregory said.

    "and the wind in your hair feels great too."

    "It's just. Well I'm too small to ride it." Gregory said.

    "Oh" said the woman sadly "yeah I guess thats true."

    "Erm" Gregory said nervously "you ain't by any other chance got some other form of, bike? Or even just a large dog I could ride?"

    "Actually" the lady said "there is something else I pulled up from that dig."

They stood side by side. Gregory's neck ached as she strained to look past the huge wheels that went up and up. To the door of the vehicle. It was like a car, but a monster of one. A monster truck.

Strain went through Gregory's neck as she ached to look up at the top of the monstrous car. The car itself wasn't that big, but by the Twelve the wheels were like mountains to Gregory, and although she did not know what this - this thing - this contraption that looked no less than nightmares was - far too big.

    "Do you like it?" the woman asked slapping the wheels like a horses butt.

    "You dug this up from the ground?" Gregory asked.

    "Yeah, it was like some sort of superior time capsule. It's so good that technically this could be anything from a day old to fifty years."

    "So how old is it?" Gregory asked "I ain't ever seen anything like this."

    "Going from the fashion and what it is" the woman said "it's at least a million, but probably a billion billion years old."

    "Oh shit" Gregory said looking back to the woman and back at the truck.

    "Going from Chaos's talks and the rumours she's put through, this is exactly the kind of shit she would need to validate the pasts existence. I don't believe her tho. Not a trust worthy bitch. These come from the myths of the Twelve."

    "Fuck." Gregory said.

    "Should you be swearing? You want to buy this or not?" She asked.

    "Again" Gregory said removing her hands from her mouth "it's just a bit big."

    "Oh" the lady said then laughed "yeah I guess I should seen that one coming."

    "I could just walk" Gregory said and turned to leave.

    "Aye -theres spirits about, all types you know. I do however have this." Gregory turned one last time - but - the lady had pulled out - from a bush - a quad bike.

Her mouth dropped "you got one of them?"

    "I know, just like the myths, and I just found it when I was digging a hole for the body- bodtunia's"

    "Botunia's?" Gregory asked.

    "Type of flower" she laughed nervously waving her hand "so are you interested in buying the quad bike?"

    "Well I really shouldn't" Gregory said wisely.

Gregory screamed as the quad bike jumped over little mounds of dirt in the road. It went fast. Gregory was screaming for many reasons, excitement, fun, but mostly fear of death as she had yet to work out the brakes, and learn the steering. This added to the fact young Gregory was wearing absolutely no protective clothing or even a helmet, which was enough to make a grown adult cry. Gregory looked at the little round circles with numbers written in them, between the handles of the bike. Some of them said '100' and a little yellow pointer was looking at them.

    "I wonder what that means?" Gregory said, and after about half an hour, she had worked out it was some type of speedy measuring thingy ma bob. She was driving her quad bike through forest, trees to either side of her. It was around this time, the bike made a strange

    "CHIIIiiiicckkkkk chooooish" type of sound before slowly stopping. Gregory tried everything. Starting it up again, hitting it, asking the guiding spirits (none of which answered her as per usual) and even praying to the Twelve. So Gregory was forced to leave the quad bike behind, and walk by herself, with only her rucksack for company.