Spaceships

Chapter 1

He's on his regular route, when he sees the kid. Skinny, but not too much. Nice sweater, if made for an old man. He's staring at the sky, outside the restaurant, and he's with a girl. She tries to take his hand but he fidgets away, reaching into his pockets.

He's messing with something, probably a coin, like most people that play with things in their pockets have. He saunters over, and he performs.

The girls seems delighted by his magic tricks, but the man, he's shaken when Nigel reaches into his pocket to grab his card, and... something. It feels like a model car. Could still be worth something.

He tucks his new charm into his pocket and saunters off. He walks quickly in case the man checks his pockets.

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When he gets to the motel, he checks his pockets. A wallet, a few gold dollar coins, one silver one, and his cards. And the car. He thinks of the gorgeous boy as he pulls it out, and stops.

This is not a car. It's a spaceship. I nice spaceship. It's realistic and looks hand painted. It's incredible detail stuns him. He holds it up above him and looks at it with the light behind it. He can almost see it in space.

He tucks it back in his pocket, and decides then and there that it's his new good luck charm. Maybe it'll bring him some actual cash. Moving from Romania had been a bad idea.

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He's on his night route when he sees the young man a second time. His compassion takes over when he sees that the boy is crying, and pulling at his hair. He jogs over and puts a hand on his shoulder, startling him so bad he shouts.

"Easy darling, what's wrong?" Nigel asked. The man looks up, recognizing his voice, and seems to get even more frantic.

"You looked in my pockets! Have you seen it?! Do you have it?! Did you take it?!" He yells. He's getting angry, and Nigel grabs his flapping hands.

"What are you looking for?" Nigel asks.

He takes a few breaths before his eyes role back and he collapses to the ground. Nigel, becoming alarmed, bends down and grabs him, dragging him to lean against the brick wall of the restaurant. He was taking shallow breaths, but he was conscious. Maybe the spaceship was some kind of strange American inhaler.

"What's your name kid?"

"I'm not a kid." He breathed heavily.

"Well ok not-kid, I'm Nigel. Where's your fucking girl?" Nigel asked.

"S-She left me. I got angry, and scared, and she left me because I yelled." He panted.

"You need to calm down darling." Nigel said. The man took a few breaths and pressed his hands together, pressing them to his lips.

"My names Adam, not darling. I need my model. I get stressed without my model. This is the last place I had it." He said frantically. Nigel sighed.

"Your spaceship darling?"

Adam ignored the nickname and grabbed Nigels shirt. He looked like he might pass out again from how hard he was breathing, and Nigel shushed him. He took deep breaths, and Adam copied him.

"I'm going to explain something to you dear Adam. I am a dangerous man. I take what I do not have, namely at the moment money. I took your spaceship Adam. I thought it was valuable, but it clearly means more to you then me. Would you like it back?" Nigel asked. Adam nodded.

"Well as I said darling, I am a dangerous man. You may not tell anyone of my... hobby. I'll lose my business. Do you understand? A spaceship for your silence?"