THE LUCID INTERACTIVE MIND PROJECT // LIMP

bad words for a good thing

        "Tatum, if your bullshit were music, it'd outright be a fucking big brass band!" screamed Ophelia as she jerked the car on the interstate by Canada's border only to be stopped by a person guarding the border.

            "I.D. please, ma'am?" asked the ranger to Ophelia as Ophelia rolled down her window.

            She pulled out her I.D. and showed it to the ranger only to immediately take her out of the car.

            "Daughter of notorious serial killer Wesland Sparrow, ay? You're coming with us, young lady!" said the ranger as he got out his walkie talkie and spoke into it, "Ranger Orlando, we got Ophelia Sparrow right at the border at the time 13:19 PM over."

            Tatum, Michael, and Amethyst gasped when they found out about her identity. How were they supposed to know that her father was a serial killer? She probably would've tried to kill them all in a car crash if she wanted to, but Ophelia didn't want people to think that she's just like her godforsaken father. Her father was put on death row when she was just a six year old, so innocent yet so impure. Ophelia had her father's wicked mind, but who could blame her? She was closer to her dad and pretty much inherited everything in his will due to being his only child.

            "The three of y'all are safe now, you may go straight ahead. We'll take care of her," said the ranger to the others as Tatum decided to once again take the wheel, "But first, can you guys show us your I.D.s?"

            Tatum got out her I.D. and showed the ranger it for the ranger to put an invisible stamp on her hand that said that she's a harmless person and is free to be in the amazing country of Canada. After he inspected Michael's and Amethyst's I.D.s, the ranger gave a nod and waved.

            "I can't believe that Ophelia is the offspring of a serial killer! No wonder why she was in the same hallway of the patients with psychiatric problems!" said Tatum to the others as she made her way through the road.

            "She's just 22, and she's so e-e-evil yet she saved my life!" cried Amethyst unsure of what to make of the whole situation.

            "The positive part is of this is that she won't like tell what to do," replied Michael with a smile.

            Alongside the road, there was a hitchhiker; none of them could tell whether the hitchhiker was a boy or girl, so they decided to stop and see who the hitchhiker is.

            "Who are you?" asked Michael as she rolled down his car door only to hear a deep voice speak.

            "I'm Aaron. I walked all of the way up here from I think Kansas braving the elements. Can I tag along?" replied the hitchhiker with a smile. His faux hawk stood out the most to Michael, so he unbuckled his seat belt and scooted to the other side along with slowly opening the car door to allow Aaron in, "Thank you."

            "You're welcome! What caused you to want to go out of Kansas?"

            "You probably won't understand."

            "Oh come on, we Tatum and I didn't go up here from West Virginia in the first place only to find some girl in I believe either New York or Pennsylvania."

            "Well, I was an escapee from this project thing. The name had like lucid in it, maybe livid? I don't really remember but, it was the most life-threatening center in the whole US. Some people died after one injection, some became unrecognizable. It was crazy."

            "That's what we escaped from too, but it was one of the West Virginia center! It just turned out that one of the people we were traveling with is the spawn of a serial killer! The other got killed in a forest. Welcome to the gang!"