The Chronicles of Luxor Everstone : X-TRAS

Unveiled- Chapter Nineteen: What's Up Doc?

HUNTER

Once out of the classroom rage overtook him. Luxor was being looked after, as for him, if things didn't turn out the way he planned, then it was all over red rover. Caput. Sayonara. Thanks for the memories.

If he had a psychic to predict the future, there's only one thing he could do to help with that situation and that would be to smash the damn crystal ball in their face and ask for his money back, but he couldn't be that lucky. No one could have predicted the turn of events of today.

God, I hate her so much. If I didn't need her alive I would feed her to the hungry vultures to pick out of her flesh and gorge her beautiful eyes.

The crimson Ducati roared, the wheels revving on the concrete in the school park lot leaving skid marks. If he couldn't take his fury out on Luxor, then his baby he's constantly straddling would have to do. He could always fix it back, but that stupid bitch is another story.

What did she do to me?

The wind lashed his face as he sped down out of town and onto the empty highway, the whooshing in his ears a welcome distraction to the collection of dark thoughts consuming his mind. Weaving between lanes, he crossed over to the opposite side of the road, branding this highway his. Causing an accident didn't enter his mind, he would literally survive in the most catastrophic of collisions.

Thirty minutes later he arrived at his so called home, not bothering to wait for the bike to stop. He jumped off and his baby skids across the ground and smashed in the barn, for good measure he kicked the wheel.

In a land populated with an overabundance of trees, brown, shrivelled uncut grass covered the environment. Like a viper, weeds wrapped themselves around the porch of a derelict double story, weatherboard house. White paint peeled away at the rotting exterior, nature and neglect peeling away at the foundation. Shutters hung off the hinges, some even succumbing to the pressure and had crashed to the ground.

Hunter entered the back of the house with ease, Nate or Owen had left it open, or maybe it was Melita, that girl was dumber than an airhead, he though sardonically.It didn't matter though they had no possessions to steal and it wasn't their house, they were borrowing it for the time being as they did with every place they visited.

Inside the house was sparse; the only piece of furniture a putrid green couch, holes covered the arms and cushioning, unidentifiable stains were in multiple areas.

He released his jacket from the confines of his body and hurled it across the floorboards. Red and vicious scorch marks lined his arms over his tattoos.

Sketched on his forearm, blue shading behind it:

On one forearm:

My inner demons
My gift, my curse

On the other, a biblical and Shakespearean quote:

Woe is me.

Especially now they were the closest to the truth he could get, a constant reminder that this so-called life of his was hell.

Alcohol, he need to become numb. Now.

The liquor cabinet underneath the sink was fully stocked and he grabbed the closest two bottles available; Johnny Red and Stolichnaya vodka. Clasping it in his hand he stuck the vodka under his arm and twisted the top of the whiskey with his teeth.

"This changes everything." Nates comments rung in his ears.

If he only could comprehend the impact this was going to have he wouldn't have said it flippantly. Emotions were now involved and Luxor's effect on him was potent.