Curiosity Rewritten

Chapter 5; They Have Curiosity For Death

The two sat in the old red Cadillac with deep burgundy seats that fondly held childhood memories of Cameira and her grandfather. From the time she sat in it for hours with him driving who knows where, to when she made a man sit in the backseat so she didn't have to leave her grandfathers side.

That was similar to now. She made Farris seat in the backseat so her weapons didn't have to leave her side. She nearly laughed when she remembered how he had reacted to being told to sit in the back.

"Back," she had growled at him when he put his hand on the handle to open the passenger door.

"But I'm a passenger," he frowned at her.

"No, you're cargo with directions," she had laughed at his hurt expression, "Be happy you have a seat IN the car."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means get your grimy fingers off my baby and get in the backseat before I strap you to the roof."

He reluctantly followed her order and crawled into the backseat where he now lay with his dirty blonde hair tousled in a halo around his head. His grassy green eyes stared at the tan ceiling of her beloved Cadillac. His hand rested over his head on the door, just below the open window that blew Cameiras wild curly hair around her. His legs leaned toward the floor in fear of the woman cutting off his feet if they touched the leather.

He moved slightly, letting out a groan as a shooting pain struck his back where the arrow had previously been in. His injured arm lay still on his chest, holding his black shirt to keep it from hitting the seat and causing a searing pain to return.

He hurt everywhere, all because of the random woman he put his life in the hands of from the second he begged her to take him with her. He didn't have a particular opinion of her, she interested him, but not enough for him to start playing 20 questions with. She had forced him to jump at least 15 feet just so he didn't have to be restrained. And, to add on, she had laughed the whole time.

As much as he tried to force himself not to care, the question came barreling out about half an hour into the trip.

"What's your name?"

"Michelle Obama," her voice was full of ice shards that struck him hard, harder than he thought they would.

"Hey, listen, I'm sorry about Joa-."

"Shut the hell up."

With her icy tone and the blizzard that stormed behind her eyes, she silenced the car. She effectively brought on a silence that was emotion less and cold.

It didn't last for long.

Farris brought his arm that wasn't as injured to the other seat as he struggled to get himself into the passenger seat. The world crashed around him when he roughly hit his injured arm against the seat and he slammed a hand on the nearest thing.

That thing was Cameira.

She swerved the car under the weight of his touch. She only just barely missed hitting a tree and instead hit a large, outstretch of a puddle that sent the car hydroplaning. She remained calm on the outside as she tried to get the vehicle to stop moving, doing everything she could think of in that moment.

Farris flew into the back seat where he forgot about all his pain as his hands rushed to put a seat belt around his waist.

Cameira still appeared calm, it wasn't until she saw a tree in her circling path that her inner stress and anger came out in a long list of curses. Any swear she knew came flying out at the thought of her baby being hurt.

She closed her eyes tightly shut and hoped for the best as she waited for the impending impact. It never came.

She slowly opened her eyes to find Farris leaning over her from the back seat with his hands on the wheel near hers. She looked around at her suddenly stilled surroundings, the vehicle rested on the side of a field not too far from the killer puddle that had the intention to destroy her beloved Cadillac. To her immediate left was a long stretch of tall grasses, waiting for deer to frolic through. To her immediate left was Farris with his eyes shut and his head lowered towards her shoulder, his shoulders moving rapidly as his breathing wracked his body.

She snapped herself back to reality and rushed out of the car to look at any damage. As soon as she got out, her foot found a pocket of mud where she sank about an inch. She could have cared less, she only cared about the car. She pulled her foot out of the mud and circled the car slowly, her fingers trailing along the red metal to closer inspect for any wounds inflicted onto her baby.

After finding nothing that wasn't already there, she opened the back door and pulled the dirty blond out of the car. He had previously been leaning against the front seat with his hand above his head as he tried to calm his breathing. Now he lay on the pavement groaning as he landed roughly on his back.

Cameira threw herself onto him before she sent her fist into his face, screaming incoherent words at him. When she finally willed herself to calm down, she let her head fall onto his chest and forced her previously unintelligible phrases into a soft, understandable sentence.

"I told you to stay in the back seat," her ice cold tone was gone, now replaced with full emotion as she spoke.

He was silent as he chose what to say, "You should have told me your name, then."

"I.. I'm sorry," a traitor tear escaped from her eye as she spoke, "I-It's Cameira."

"Well, Cameira, I'm sorry ab-"

"Thank you, Farris," her soft voice, raw from screaming, broke through, "Thank you."

He had forgotten his words as this broken girl on him thanked him. This was the first bit of compassion he had seen from her since they had met, he didn't know what to do with it. Ever since they had met, all she had done was hurt him, and now she straddled him as her hot tears soaked his chest and her hair fell around her head in a messy way. He didn't know how to react to the moment.

She tilted her head up to look at him after a minute of no response. Her hazel eyes met his green ones and she opened her mouth to speak again until she noticed his confused look. She realized he hadn't spoken because he didn't know what to respond with. She moved her hair out of her face and sat up straight.

She cleared her throat and stood before making her way back to the car, she turned back and saw him struggling to stand up through the pain he was in. She looked to her car and moved over to Farris, holding out a hand to help him up.

She helped him stand and once again made her way to the car where she opened the passenger door and moved her weapon bag onto the floor and tossed her duffle bag of clothes into the back. She gently set her bow and arrow onto the back floor.

She left the passenger door open and walked over to the drivers seat then proceeded to climb in. Farris got into the passengers seat, groaning in the process.

With that, Cameira started the car and drove off as if nothing had happened.