The Bus Boyz 2: Winner Takes All

Chapter Seven

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The nights were terrible, and the days were numbered... I felt a strange feeling inside of me, something like I would never get to see my family again if this all belonged to Pablo after he won these three rounds... I mean what's his deal anyway? He couldn't bother to tell me anything the last two rounds? I know that we're running out of time, but what choice do we have? We have none, because there is none. Survival of the fittest is what I think that this race is about. Including death. I couldn't see in the dark, so I changed into a bat or an owl from earth that made me fly faster than before. I wondered if I was ever going to see earth again. My new home planet needs me too. I'm not famous for anything, I'm only famous for doing what I feel is supposed to be right. 

"Getting tired yet, dearest brother?!" Pablo asked me rhetorically. I frowned at him, Pablo grinned back at me, "I bet that you are tired, because, if you are, then it's time that I tell you where to go and what I should tell you before you pass out!" 

"Keep talking harshly and then maybe I will pass out!" I said rudely. I glared at him, the zones that I passed by were the badlands that were closer to the other mountains that I used to pass from the second race on foot, now I was flying with my new wings again, that went gracefully across the wind. The clouds above me were dark red and grey. "Wait a minute... Go where exactly?!" I asked him, I was about to freak out when I asked him a very serious, yet also curious question, that has bothered my mind after both of our heads went back into the clouds, before we could say anything else. It wouldn't matter either way on where we go while the race was still on. Going into the methane zones would be more of my concerns than Pablo, or this stupid race. 

Soon enough, I will feel better when this over or not if possible. Harry and his boss can't keep me in the dark forever. Sometimes I dislike the dark. It gives me a chilly feeling that, even though I'm physically alone with myself, sometimes I know that I am not alone, spiritually... A worm hook on an edge of a fishing pole is what I always see in Pablo. The sunset was now a sun rising. It was morning now. I could feel the heat from the sun as its light lands on my face as it does everywhere else. The wind on the other hand, stopped being so windy, and chilly the next moment. I like talking to people, but sometimes, the next few minutes I do not. It's a habit that I can't get rid of from me. Or even from anything else that bothers my mind. As Kevin would say it, "It's all in the mind, y'know!..." He would tease me for it, if something's troubling me. A madness that I can't forget, and a heart that I cannot break. Is what I might hear from John, but not always. 

(TO BE CONTINUED...) 

END OF CHAPTER SEVEN.