Change of Law and Heart

Chapter 6: The First Roll

"I'm telling you Kods, those cars give me a weird feeling. It's a feeling like real eyes are always watching me but there are no people or even animals around. What do you think?" I rolled out from underneath the1968 Plymouth Fury III and gazed up to the black mix puppy. He gave me a glance before walking over to his doggy bed and lying down on his large dog bed. "Thanks, you're no help at all dog," I scoffed before rolling back underneath the low rider.

It was true though, each time that I could see any of their vehicles, it feels like I'm being watched. That causes a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, adding on to the list of weird things beginning the day Will got back from his deployment. They always say trust your gut and not your head.

My boss told me to start my shift a couple of hours later, giving me some time to work on my brother's old car. It needed new oil and a couple of upgrades with Cool Desert Nights coming up in June which is a little over two months away. She hasn't been ran in almost eight years; the last past Cool Desert Nights I couldn't make with my job getting in the way but being a game warden is a first priority.

"Hey Brey," Will called out, scaring me into banging my head on the undercarriage of the car. Groaning a little bit and rubbing my head to soothe out the pain, I push the cart underneath me and sit up once my body could. I set a glare at him and he sheepishly rubs the back of his head with a 'sorry' expression on his face. "I came in here to see what you're up to. Since you haven't left for work, I was getting a bit worried."

"Ah, thanks for worrying over my well being Will but as you can see, I'm totally fine," I responded before going back underneath the car to check on how the draining is going. I didn't want any oil on the floor to ruin it and stain it; this house isn't mine, I rent it.

"I never knew you owned an old car like this," he stated, not leaving just yet.

Still, under the car, I gave him a short answer. "It was my brothers." This was my brother's first car and he absolutely loved it, well until some lady on her phone decided to plow into the back end on the left side, totaling the car. My brother was crushed as this was his baby; he did get another car, a 1979 Chevy Camaro, yet it wasn't the same.

They sold it to a junkie for money and also getting money for the claim, I begged the junkie not to turn the car into scrap parts and he never did. I bought it back from him, bought the only other trunk in the United States, and begun the process of fixing her up. She has been sitting here for years, collecting dust, with everything fixed up in the rear end. It cost me big bucks in the end, it was worth it though.

"Your brother owned this? My dad used to own a fury too, he would never let us drive the thing when we were older," he commented. "Are you going to show it off in Cool Desert Nights?"

"Yep, whole reason of getting her oil changed and ready to roll out," I replied, my eyes trained on the fixing a wired mostly chewed off by a rat or something on the lines of that. It produced a tiny zap of electricity, shocking my hand and causing me to hit my head again on the underside of the car. "Ow." I rub my head with my hand glare at the wire that shocked me.

"You okay?" he questioned and kneeled down to look at me. I nod my head to answer his question before getting back to work on the wire while being much more cautious than before. Rather not get shocked again. "When are you going to take it out for a ride?"

"Probably after work, if I'm not too tired with dealing with everyone's lies and bullshit if you know what I mean," I joked about.

"I do know what you mean; some of the new recruits I had to deal with while stationed were the worst. Some knew not to goof around but the rest were like a cat with a laser pointer. But, do you think I could come with you?" he questioned with hope filling his voice.