whispered.
Well shit. I bit into my burrito in silence, even more depressed now. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was how Seattle, Phoenix, Milwaukee, and Julus’s ride was going. Were we going to spend the next few days in morose conversation and end of the world talk?
Shoot me now if that’s what we were looking at.
“And on that note, let’s put on some music,” Boston said, cutting into our tense musings minutes later. I was all for a change in mood, because if this was how the road trip was going to go, we were going to be ready to slit our wrists at the end of it. Of course the tanks came equipped with all the bells and whistles.
Yes, I knew they were H2s, but they were bullet proof, had gun holds, and I’m sure more than that. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if there was a damn James Bond panel that came out with weapons, Seattle had been so excited… So I would stick with calling them tanks.
He pushed some buttons on the radio, muttering that he’d never seen a system that was hooked directly into someone’s iTunes or something and that the selection was killer. Then he got that shit-eating grin of his and selected a song before focusing back on the road. It took me only a moment to recognize the song but I wasn’t even the first one to comment.
“You’re sick, you know that, right?” Orlando asked in a serious voice as he stared at Boston in disbelief. “Who fucking plays something like that when we’re on a mission to save the lives of millions from being slaughtered by humans?” I tended to agree with him. Imagine Dragons’s Radioactive didn’t really seem appropriate considering it was all about the apocalypse and the destruction of everything.
“Someone who knows we’re going to be successful and come out the other side of it.” I felt a sliver of hope at the conviction in his voice. If anyone would know more about this type of situation than me, it would be Boston. “I’ve been in bad situations, guys. Ones I didn’t think I’d live through. You either worry it to death and it consumes you, or you acknowledge the elephant in the room and conquer the bitch.”
“Your brother’s right.” I glanced at Aurelo and saw him nodding with approval. “Get the doubts out and move on. You said not to give you bullshit, so fine. This will suck. Nothing will be the same and some of us might not make it out of it alive. But all is not lost. We aren’t without hope and we have an advantage they won’t think of.”
“I’ll bite,” Orlando chuckled. “I could use some good news after that. What’s the advantage?”
“Humans are notorious for underestimating others,” Boston answered. “They will see us as freaks of nature and thus not worthy of life and weaker. That will be their mistake. You guys haven’t seen as much as Aurelo and I have. There are so many mother fucking powerful paranormals out there.”
“I saw Director Fabian take out ten humans in barely the blink of an eye once,” Aurelo muttered as he smoothed out his shirt as if the information might not be welcome to me. “It was a long time ago and things were different but bad people were the same. We went to visit his sister on the east coast and were eating at an inn. Turns out there was a human who was upset by her denying his repeated advances.
“When she went to use the restroom, he and some friends accosted her. Of course we heard after her first cry of outrage. Before she could even tear into them, Director Fabian turned into mist, flew out to her, and sucked them all dry. They had all gathered to watch the show, drunk and thinking that beating a woman who had done nothing more than chose who she should be with during that time was acceptable.”
“Then he was nicer than I’d have been,” Boston said in a cold tone that almost made me shiver. “I would have strung the fuckers up and castrated them before bleeding them slowly. You never hurt the weaker.” He must have realized how that sounded
Well shit. I bit into my burrito in silence, even more depressed now. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was how Seattle, Phoenix, Milwaukee, and Julus’s ride was going. Were we going to spend the next few days in morose conversation and end of the world talk?
Shoot me now if that’s what we were looking at.
“And on that note, let’s put on some music,” Boston said, cutting into our tense musings minutes later. I was all for a change in mood, because if this was how the road trip was going to go, we were going to be ready to slit our wrists at the end of it. Of course the tanks came equipped with all the bells and whistles.
Yes, I knew they were H2s, but they were bullet proof, had gun holds, and I’m sure more than that. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if there was a damn James Bond panel that came out with weapons, Seattle had been so excited… So I would stick with calling them tanks.
He pushed some buttons on the radio, muttering that he’d never seen a system that was hooked directly into someone’s iTunes or something and that the selection was killer. Then he got that shit-eating grin of his and selected a song before focusing back on the road. It took me only a moment to recognize the song but I wasn’t even the first one to comment.
“You’re sick, you know that, right?” Orlando asked in a serious voice as he stared at Boston in disbelief. “Who fucking plays something like that when we’re on a mission to save the lives of millions from being slaughtered by humans?” I tended to agree with him. Imagine Dragons’s Radioactive didn’t really seem appropriate considering it was all about the apocalypse and the destruction of everything.
“Someone who knows we’re going to be successful and come out the other side of it.” I felt a sliver of hope at the conviction in his voice. If anyone would know more about this type of situation than me, it would be Boston. “I’ve been in bad situations, guys. Ones I didn’t think I’d live through. You either worry it to death and it consumes you, or you acknowledge the elephant in the room and conquer the bitch.”
“Your brother’s right.” I glanced at Aurelo and saw him nodding with approval. “Get the doubts out and move on. You said not to give you bullshit, so fine. This will suck. Nothing will be the same and some of us might not make it out of it alive. But all is not lost. We aren’t without hope and we have an advantage they won’t think of.”
“I’ll bite,” Orlando chuckled. “I could use some good news after that. What’s the advantage?”
“Humans are notorious for underestimating others,” Boston answered. “They will see us as freaks of nature and thus not worthy of life and weaker. That will be their mistake. You guys haven’t seen as much as Aurelo and I have. There are so many mother fucking powerful paranormals out there.”
“I saw Director Fabian take out ten humans in barely the blink of an eye once,” Aurelo muttered as he smoothed out his shirt as if the information might not be welcome to me. “It was a long time ago and things were different but bad people were the same. We went to visit his sister on the east coast and were eating at an inn. Turns out there was a human who was upset by her denying his repeated advances.
“When she went to use the restroom, he and some friends accosted her. Of course we heard after her first cry of outrage. Before she could even tear into them, Director Fabian turned into mist, flew out to her, and sucked them all dry. They had all gathered to watch the show, drunk and thinking that beating a woman who had done nothing more than chose who she should be with during that time was acceptable.”
“Then he was nicer than I’d have been,” Boston said in a cold tone that almost made me shiver. “I would have strung the fuckers up and castrated them before bleeding them slowly. You never hurt the weaker.” He must have realized how that sounded
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