I really couldn't hear anything other than the roar of Damien's mustang, and the Highway To Hell playing loudly. All I can see in the rearview was a frightened and concerned crowd rushing to see what the commotion was. Near the security booth, where I had broken through a few barriers, officals in their bright orange vests were filling the scene, controlling the crowd and making sure no one got hurt. I had a hunch they were radioing the authorities, I saw one in a highlighter green vest speaking into his radio.
They'll never catch me though. Well now that I think about it, I'm practically driving the only custom vintage muscle car on the island; bad enough they can hear me from blocks away.
Another painful realization hit me. I HAD NO IDEA WHERE TO GO AND WHERE I CUREENTLY AM.
"Crap," I hissed under my breath. I had driven the coast of the island for quiet some time. Not a source of police in sight, so I assumed I'm safe. I slowed down my pace as I began descending some curves. The road was as beautiful as those in Ashburn, but fully paved instead of mostly brick roads.
I pulled over onto a dirt patch off the road and stepped out. It was oddly bright, guessed the sun must've peaked over the dense sky; something I was never used to experiencing. I gazed over the coast. It was beautiful. As smooth as the island was, the coast was jagged and black. Anything that would fall over the metal guard rail would surely suffer a painful fall. The island was built high above the serrated beaches. Waves punched at the cliff side, seeming to want to reach a foamy hand unto the surface above it. It honestly looks like the kind of scene from a movie where the villan would jump over, to be instantly be assumed dead, but miraculously survive.
I reached for my phone to take a picture. I love taking pictures of eerie scenery when I get the chance. I walked up onto the good to get a good seat from the roof of the car. My way of a "Fuck you" to Damien, and snapped a good picture. I ended up just sitting back and watching n The view a bit more before I was interuppted.
I heard what sounded like a wind up toy behind me.
"You in any trouble there, friend?" a voice called out. Hearing the tires roll to a halt over the gravel.
"Not particularly," I said to the man in the tiny, candy red vehicle. If the sun light penetrated the sky a but more, the light would make his car shine stupidly bright. The surface was heavily, yet skillfully waxed.
"Ah, enjoying the view I see. Well I sure do hope you enjoy our beloved island."
"There is something you can help me with though," I stopped him from leaving.
"If it's finding the ancient treasure of Stonehenge, then I'm afraid I'm unqualified for the job," he laughed, obviously making a joke.
I chuckled, he seems friendly. "Its not that, but I'd sure like to add that to my list while I'm here. I'm actually lost you see. Do you know of a guy by the name Buick? He works on cars here."
"Buick? No, but there's only one guy I know of who works on cars here. He's the one responsible for my nifty wax," he boasted. "You looking to spiffy up your ride? She's a beauty."
"Kinda, and she's not mine. I'm more of a motorcycle kinda guy, but I can handle four wheels pretty well."
"No doubt about it," he said eyeing the car Sith admiration.
"Can you lead me to where the guy is?"
"Sure, but you'd have to keep her in second gear if you plan on following me," he joked. His car did look like it could hardly handle going 60. I wouldn't want him to over work his engine.
"Are you good at drawing maps then?"
"I could do you one better!" he said excitedly, digging in his glove compartment.
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White Rose
RomanceCole wasn't you're ordinary anti-social bookworm. As the saying goes ,"There's a reason for everything ". There's a reason he keeps far away from people all together. To protect them from himself. The thought of someone foolish enough to want to kn...
