Writer Games | Death Wish & 51

Task One: Dead On Arrival - Males

Drake Bynes [28]

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Dylan Cole

Look alive, sunshine... One o' nine in the sky but the pigs won't quit.
You're here with me, Dr. Death Defying.
I'll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter. 
Pumpin' up the slaughtermatic' sounds to keep you live.
System failure for the masses, anti-matter for the masterplan!
Louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny.
This is for all you rock'n'rollers; all you crash queens and motor babies.
Listen up! The future is bulletproof!
The aftermath is secondary. It's time to do it now and do it loud; Killjoys, make some noise!

Nah, mate.

     I don't know why, but I have had the MCR song stuck in my head the  whole day and it's really starting to piss me off. It's going around and  around in my head, not even the real song, just the intro, and I can't  even fathom how it got there.

     Breathing out an ill-tempered sigh, I try to think of something other  than the annoying song. I lean over and rest my head against the cool  bus window beside me and I am somewhat surprised to feel how chilled the  Nevada nights were.

Yes,  I am on yet another bus, driving towards where I'm told we are to stay  the night before entering Area 51. By we, I mean the fourteen other  people on the bus with me, bouncing along in the hard seats as we drive  down the dusty Nevada road.

     Eleven ladies and three men, four including me, these are the  fourteen people chosen along with me to explore this potential dangerous  area, and I don't know how I feel about it. A few of them looked like  they weren't even old enough to drink, while the rest of them looked  years older than me.

     The one of them who really caught my attention though was someone who  I surprisingly recognized. She was from a new popular band I think,  what was it called... Pandora's Box? I don't listen to their music  often, though I do like one of their first albums somewhat, the one  named Greed. But I can't remember the lady's name though, Calliope?  Calypso? The name printed on her jumpsuit read Arcanum, so she must be  Calypso.

     Honestly, I have to admit she's much prettier in person, even in the  uncomfortable grey jumpsuit all of us had been forced to wear. ...I  shouldn't be as shocked as I am that she's here darn it, it's not like  celebrities weren't allowed to sign up. She didn't really look happy to  be here though...

     Suddenly, as if she'd felt me staring, her gaze snaps over to me and I  quickly dart my eyes back out the window. I can feel my cheeks tinting a  light shade of red and I scowl, what the hell am I? Twelve? Grow up,  Dylan, she's not any prettier than any of the other slanks on this bus.

     I can feel her eyes still boring into the back of my skull, but I  don't look back, instead I adjust the collar of my own uncomfortable  jumpsuit, the itchy material really starting to put me in a horrid mood.  It was just slightly too large for me and it was just causing  everything to itch; my shoulders, my legs, my-  ... Eh, point made.

     Letting out a surly sigh, I focus my attention on the desert-like  terrain quickly speeding past outside and it was not long after I had  just started to wonder how much longer we were going to drive for when  the bus started to slow. A low murmuring bubbled up from the other  selected as we pull up and park in seemingly the middle of nowhere.

I  look up as the bus driver stands up and directs the person sitting in  the first row seat, a lady with the last name of Wright, to get up and  exit the bus. The other people follow shortly, me included, and soon we  were all standing out in the chilly night again, holding our bags  tightly like precious cargo.