Don't Touch

Friendly Gestures

"What the hell do you mean you made him leave!?" Sixx shouted tossing the tray of medical supplies over. "He's probably the only one who can fix her and you sent him away? Did you even think about this Ryan?"

Ryan didn't say anything to Sixx who had been screaming at him none stop since he'd heard about Greg leaving. Too think that Ryan sent away the only person who could probably help Sonya pissed Sixx off beyond all belief. To actually know that he did it made Sixx want tear out the man's heart.

"Sixx you don't understand, Greg can't control his gift like you or the others." Ryan said in a drearily flat voice. "It's not a matter of not knowing how to control it, he really CAN'T. Greg will never know the touch of another human being for the rest-"

Sixx grabbed Ryan by the collar of his shirt and hauled him to his feet. "Now you listen here you son of a bitch," Sixx began in an all to threatening voice. "I don't care about Greg's situation and neither should you. All you should care about is Sonya and how we're going to fix her."

Letting go of Ryan and giving him a slight shove Sixx added. "Now where is he?"

"SLOW DOWN!!!" Greg shouted as he and Logan came drifting out on the highway and speeding away at 100 mph. "I SAID SLOW DOWN!!"

"No can do Greggy," Logan said just before he did a u-turn and sped off in the other direction. "You know I can never remember which way the city is."

"How the hell are you so calm?" Greg asked from the passenger seat where he was gripping the seat and arm rest as tight as he could. "We gotta be going at least 100."

"120 actually," Logan said after a quick glance at the speedometer. "And I'm so calm because I've done this a few times already."

Greg said nothing to that because he really didn't want to know the kind of things that Logan had done in his spare time. Taking a deep breath Greg tried to calm himself, and try not to think about him inside this rickety impala doing 120 on a busy highway. Instead he tried to imagine himself on the old racetrack back home where his friends always held their own races. One of which he'd actually participated in and tried to remeber what it felt like to go that fast.

Turning to Logan he asked in a sarcastic tone. "Can this thing go any faster?"

"Can it go faster, boy this is just the first tank."

Greg didn't have a clue what Logan meant by first tank and to be honest he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to find out. But wheather he did or not meant little to Logan as he pulled a handle near the steering wheel and suddenly Greg felt the car jerk before quickly gaining speed. He looked out his window and saw car after car whiz by him. How fast are we going, he wondered.

"Well we're going bout 150 now," Logan said making Greg realise he'd been thinking out loud. "Mr Beris is a bit of a car guy, and not really a very legit one. He does all sorts of 'modifucations.' The second gas tank gives a burst of speed, for races I guess. Three tanks in all but I've never tried the third one."

"So he's a drag racer?" Greg asked. "How the hell did he get custody of you then?"

"Only living relative was his ex-wife. My aunt." Logan said with a shrug. "My parents died in a car crash, and my aunt commited suicide bout two years ago. Yup she shot herself eight times in the chest then she hung herself. Tough old gal huh?"

"Oh- I'm sorry..." Greg said lowering his head at how rough Logan had it.

"For what?" Logan said half laughing to himself. "C'mon now Greg its not like that doesn't happen. The world is a bitch who like to have her way with us, but some people don't bend over and accept it. I righted my aunts wrong, kid killed her over forty bucks."