Through The Sight Of Another

Chapter 9

My feet hurt, my back aches.... It's all just another brick in the wall. The cause of my pains, I can only imagine, is due to the fact that I have a hunk of metal attached to my freaking arm. I'm on the edge of death, it seems like. I don't want to be bothered, I don't want to leave home, all I want to do is sleep.... Just then, I pass out.

I awake to the sound of
'Can You Feel My Heart' by
Bring Me The Horizon. Now, here's the thing, the society doesn't play that sort of music on the radio.... So where's it coming from? As non careless as I was, at this point, I rose up and shook it off, I showered up, left my apartment, and started at town. I had all the answer I could bare to hear, but now I needed money, though I had this arm, robbing banks was not an option. So I settled for washing Graph Hovers for the day, I went home with 7,000 dollars..... The Graph Hovers are too fragile, so I got underpaid for cleaning them, but I'm certainly not complaining......... So tomorrow, my next stop? To buy a new set of wheels.

Dawn's Crest

I woke up extra early to get a head start, before all the buying shark woke up, now in this day and age, dealership don't close, they want people to buy no matter what time of day or night it is, so I'm gonna do just that.

I already went to four dealers, now I'm trying to decide, but I think I kind if made my choice already. A Hover Grace Crotch Rocket, orange and black, no visor and a temporal boost pack, loving it already.

*Times & Extension*

I went to the restroom and I couldn't believe my ears, eavesdropping from the left corner, restroom wall, I hear two gentlemen discussing good buys, the one on the right (Don't ask) mentions the exact one I want, I'm usually not slick of sly, but today, it's every king for his very own self.
I quickly run to the restroom sink and wash my hand, I will have to mist disinfect the other (I don't know if it can take water) I don't bother with going to the mechanical dryer, it takes too long, I swipes some paper towel and stride for the door (the restrooms are humungous) I whizz right on past the men in suit and tie and to the front desk, 15 minutes was all it took and considering I walked here, I could certainly drive back. I hop on the Hovercycle and wheel for the exit, I look behind me, to find the two gentlemen hollering, yelling and pumping fist to sky, as if I was gonna turn around and give them a bike that (currently) belongs to me and (previously) didn't belong to them. I'm flying down the jumbo freeway going a, not so whopping speed of 145 Mph, this thing goes way fast, a killing 897 Mph with 770 Hp, sitting on 568 of pour torque, with a temporal boost speed of 788... Readers on the edge of your seats yet?