Super Lost

'Test Drive'

What better way to learn your city and clear your mind than a leisurely drive? My right hand gripping the leather wrapped steering wheel as I drove while my left dangled out the window, enjoying the air shoot past my fingers. The main roads were nowhere near as busy as the ones back home, less pedestrians and drivers. No wild roosters darting through traffic or Storks and Iguanas defecating on cars from the treetops off the bay side. The buildings less colorful, no neon lights illuminating their atmosphere. The whole division had lacked the festive theme that revitalized the streets of Miami, even the beaches' colors dull in comparison.

All the better reason to flaunt this vibrant Cherry beauty, help liven things up for everyone.

I turned down a random road, only because the name 'Mango St' reminded me of the street names back home. So many fruit and tree themes, though that could be said for many places I'm sure. Soon finding myself across from the beach, my curiosity leading me to the closest parking spot I could find. I had been driving for a little over an hour so assumed this was a good place to stretch my legs.

I filled the meter and locked my door after I seized my bag from the back seat. As I stride towards the sandy lot, choosing to sneak through the alleyway, finding it was a shorter distance then rounding the corner. I made my way from concrete to sand, pausing in the shade given by the close buildings to avoid the blistering sun, the aroma of grill cooked goods intrudes into my nose.

There was a large gathering of beach goers surrounding the sectioned off procession of food trucks in the distant sand. Their chatter blended into the echoing laughs of seagulls that swarmed the skies in hopes of claiming unattended food left from the beach's visitors. Still full, thanks to Cat's breakfast, I didn't intend to make my way over. The area too packed of boisterous people for just over-rated burgers and fries.

Rather I find my attention drawn towards the rhythmical splash of waves rolling through the sand all to retreat into itself, it's mesmerizing melody resonating as if feet away, yet at least a quarter mile separated us.

The distant chatter of the population tuned out, that is until the shattering echo of combustion followed the shrieks of many, jolting me from my trance. Jerking my head to the disturbance, covering my throbbing ears. My eyes focusing in and out as if tuning binoculars when gawking at the horrid scene before me. I witnessed burgeoning flames rising from one of the large food trucks whilst the swarm dispersed and stampeded over each other to escape the growing flames.

Why was my eye site so advanced suddenly, as if I had the perception of a hawk? I could have sworn I could see like this when on the balcony looking out at sea though assumed the effects of being intoxicated. I would have spent more time focusing on that issue; however, those screams were near deafening.

My eyes squint shut in reaction to the sharp ache stabbing my ears as the peoples' wails were causing me to groan in agony in reaction. I continued crouching low, the ear-splitting pained cries were enough to hinder any other reaction. What the hell was going on?

I was so fixated on my own discomfort I had hardly noticed the sudden gust of wind beside me, almost knocking me down, two large figures in the corner of my eye firing past me.

Prying my eyes open to achieve a clearer glimpse as the hooded couple flew towards the startled congregation of those who were attempting to break free of the gated parade of trucks that surrounded half of the crowd, metal barricades enclosing the rest. Few able to funnel out at once. Finding the one truck that had originally caught was mere feet from the subsequent truck, already igniting the following vehicle.

Although the view of the disaster was fascinating all on its own, for all the wrong reasons, the two supers caught more attention. Bystanders gawked at the two beings in the air, pointing and some even cheering them on. I found that I could pinpoint one older man in the chatter declare "That's Sun and Moon!" in a captivated tone.