Before He Falls

Prologue

The car smells like a Black-ice air freshener covering up a foul smell. The radio is turned completely off. I glance around the car and notice a laptop glowing in the front seat. My nose starts to itch. I sit back, exhale my thoughts while lowering the window adjusting my senses. The driver's eyes meet mine in the rear-view mirror.

His posture tenses as he grips the steering wheel. I could feel his judgment passing over me. He looks at me intently and I feel his temperature rise through his jacket . He adjusts his mirror tilting it so it focuses more on my face. His green eyes quickly adjust to an eerie bright blue and glisten oddly at me. My eyes widen and he redirects his stare back to the street.

The flight was pretty long and I'm looking forward to seeing why exactly this place was such a mystery. My mother chose not to discuss much of her childhood. She returns home once a year but after the age of three , when I could communicate, I was forced to focus on school. My mother enrolled me in academic summer camps and educational courses  whenever regular classes were on break. Friends were online and very few could even spend time with me outside of school projects or the Library.

He has sent for me. When Ace sends for you, you must go.

The driver shifts the gear to drive after what seemed like minutes. I peer down at my cell as the driver proceeds to pull off in abrupt gliding maneuver.

My backwards baseball cap was no match for the illuminating sun that beat down the nape of my neck. This car was looking almost clear glass-like now that I started to look around.

My eyes were fully exposed and I couldn't help but stare back in utter curiosity, waiting for him to possibly look up confirming that maybe I'm dehydrated. We drove off without a word and made no conversation.

I noticed a mid-sized black tattoo of a maze like rectangle across his hand. He took his hand off the wheel slowing down the car. He reached for something in the glove compartment. Immediately his arm reaches back and around the passenger head rest.

"Get out!" He growls.
"Why?" I cringed

"Get out!" His voice grew..
"Why?" I demanded to know.

"When you enter someone's car its custom for your kind to not speak?" 
"Your Kind?" I was taken back by his abrupt demeanor.

"Your privilege is showing! Get out!" He Growled. 

I peered down at my phone. It started to vibrate.

I answered
"Hello?"

"Hi it's Mike, your Uber driver. I only have a few more minutes to wait before I pull off!"

I almost dropped my phone!

I could feel the driver burning a hole through me with his stare.

I rolled up the window overly embarrassed at my mistake.

"Out!" He yelled!
The door flew open and before i could take a breath I was pushed out.