Love Of My Life - Quackbur

-'01'-

Screams. There was nothing but screaming in that car. Quackity was gripping the seat tightly as if at any moment it would explode and propel him out.

- I'm sick of you! - Jschlatt was the one driving. The driver's face was red and full of anger. He was drunk again. Driving? Well, yes, he was driving, but without thinking about the law or the danger. Jschlatt was driving as if he were in a race on which his life depended. He accelerated fast and the turns were sharp and aggressive.

Quackity looked out of the window to observe the starry night. He heard the drunkard shouting but he didn't hear them at all, he only heard a voice but he didn't understand what he was saying as he wasn't paying the slightest attention to it. His attention was focused on the beautiful night and the danger to both of their lives.

It was night and it was not very clear. The roads were wet from the rain earlier that day and with Jschlatt in that state.... His life depended on luck.

- Answer when I speak to you! - Jschlatt gave the accelerator pedal of the car a hard stomp. Quackity's body jerked backwards abruptly at the sudden increase in speed.

Quackity without thinking, without awareness of his actions grabbed one of Jschlatt's arms that gripped the steering wheel. He clung to that arm as he looked ahead with some fear.

- Don't touch me! - The driver gave Quackity a shove with his arm and got him to let go, but at what cost? As he pushed him, he lost control of the steering wheel and drove off the dark road.

- Jschlatt! - shouted the one with the cap. Both started shouting until silence fell.

There was no more screaming. Quackity's gaze lit up and his eyes opened like saucers, now seeing only white. A loud bang made him close his eyes. He felt a great pain in one of his eyes and also in his neck.

- Shit! - He clutched his own neck with trembling hands. He couldn't see anything as his eyes were unable to open. He began to feel very dizzy and his head fell forward, leaving his whole body hunched forward.

He could no longer feel anything or see anything. He had fainted.

Who was Jschlatt? Was he her friend? Maybe. Was he his lover? Maybe. Were they enemies? Probably. Did he hate Jschlatt? Yes. Did he love him? Not a bit.

Jschlatt stared at Quackity seriously, his mouth ajar. There he was lying in the car, bleeding from a big gash on his face and a slight crack in his neck.

Jschlatt was also bleeding but from small cuts that had been made on his face by the glass that had broken in front of them. What had happened? He looked straight ahead. It all made sense now. As he pulled off the road his car had hit a tree and shattered the entire front of the vehicle.

He opened the door and walked out, leaving Quackity inside. He was limping slightly but only because of the trembling he felt in his legs, nothing serious. From his pocket he took out his mobile phone. The screen was broken but it was still usable.

- Am I talking to emergencies? - His voice was calm and serious. It sounded like he didn't feel anything, that nothing had happened. He gave all the information to the officers and waited for them to arrive.

He waited and waited, sitting on the grass with his suit full of blood, stains and slashes. In his mouth was a cigarette which was puffing smoke and sending it skyward. His eyes were on the car, specifically on the boy lying inside. Was he going to die? Jschlatt didn't really care much about the boy's life. Neither of them felt anything between them. That's when he realised, that's when he realised that Quackity was just a burden to him and to his plans. He realised that Quackity was of absolutely no use to him anymore.