INDESTRUCTIBLE

THE BOY WHO CAN LIVE THROUGH ANYTHING

The desert highway is barren with barely any cars passing by in the hot morning of a summer day in the good old state of Texas, being the hottest it's been this week.

A white van comes swerving down the highway, driving recklessly down the road switching between lanes and loud blaring music coming from the inside.

Inside the van are four people all in their early twenties. They are all dressed up like the typical trailer park trash, wife beater on or black stained hoodies with a random metal band on them. Weed smoke is clouding up the inside, beer bottles and cans litter the seats and floor.

"That was a great payout!" One of the guys said with some messed up teeth and black hair all messed up, with his eyes bugged out. He pulled out a huge two sacks filled with straight cash. "And all for a fifteen year old!"

"She was so fine though." The driver of the car said with a little bit of a lisp. "Wish we coulda keep her."

"Are we gonna pick up another one!?" Another guy with bright pink hair said, sipping on a beer. "You know how many bags we can buy with this stuff! We could fill up a whole warehouse."

"Good Idea, maybe we'll find someone in Jontel." The guy in the passenger seat of the car said, looking out the window as he took a big smoke of weed, blowing it inside the car and the smoke carried back and hit the two men in the back seat.

As they drive closer to a city that is looming in the distance, a silhouette of a person appears long along the road. The further they approached, the silhouette became clearer and clearer.

The silhouette was a teenage boy with bright blonde hair that shines in the sun, white skin, wearing a teal baggy shirt and dark blue jeans with torn up black shoes. He looked to be about sixteen or seventeen, somewhere in that age range. The teen was a bit tall, being about 6"0 at the least.

"What about that kid?" The guy in the passenger seat asked.

"Don't know. He looks like he won't sell for much, probably not a lot of people's type." The driver said.

"You never know."

"Yeah, fuck it. Let's get him."

The driver slams down on the pedal and speeds towards the kid, kicking up dirt from the road as he accelerates.

The teen is walking peacefully, humming a little toon as he turns his head to face the van speeding down the highway. He stops walking to look directly at it with a calm expression. The van approaches him in a screeching halt, drifting towards the teen, splashing the kid with dirt making him cough and rubbing the pebbles out of his eyes. The driver door on the van opens up and the guy driving leans out.

"Need a ride kid?" The guy asked the teen.

"Let me think." The teen strangely responded, putting his hand on his chin looking down at the ground, his orange eyes being covered by his own shadow. "No thank you." The teen walked away from the van and headed down the road.

"This little-" The driver closed the door and slowly trailed right next to the teen, with his window down. "Come on, it's really hot outside, look at you! You're probably sweating bullets out here. We have ac in here, you can cool down. We promise to not hurt you."

"Like I said, I'm good." The teen sped up and the driver also sped up as well.

"Kid I don't want you to die of a heat stroke out here, you should really reconsider your choice."

"I already said no." The kid started to speed walk.

"That's it," The driver closed the window and put the van into gear and pressed hard on the pedal. He drove the van off the road and swerved in front of the kid, cutting him off and forcing him to stop walking.