Tuesday, May 15, 2007
New driver
6:24 PM | Posted by
Warwriter Widow
Nathan accepted the key from the hotel clerk. "Enjoy your stay, Mr. Greene."
"Thanks." He didn't want to be in the base. He didn't want to look at anyone or see anyone. Fighting in the guise of a koosh ball only added to the embarrassment of what the psychologist dug up yesterday. He woke up this morning and told Prov he just needed to get out - she understood entirely and quietly helped him pack.
He had seen this hotel last night in Founders' Falls. It was located right near the new train station, so was easily convenient. In fact, the doorman knew him right away because he had taken out a Nemesis who was on the roof of the hotel.
He tossed his knapsack on the bed and bounced on it. It would be fine. He had to settle for this since he wasn't sure what would happen at the next hearing on June first. As far as he knew, he had left behind no evidence. The worst they could charge him with would be excessive force, as most of the ones he had killed were criminals already. There were only three "murders", three dead civilians.
Star in her new outfit totally disarmed him, not only because she looked pretty in it, but because she reminded him of what he was trying to forget since the psychologist's discovery. Then his brother...
I should have just tossed him over the railing - I wonder if he flies. Hero, my ass. He's clueless. He was the jock, lacrosse, wrestling, softball, more bulk than brains.
He was what you had been.
That was his own voice, not Jack at all. He stared at himself in the mirror, his shock of white hair against the brown jacket - need a darker color. He wasn't angry at Jack for turning his hair white; he liked it himself. Made him look old, yes, but maybe serious.
"Hero, my ass," he muttered to himself. "Jack?"
Yes.
Nathan looked at his reflection in the mirror and watched his eyes slowly glow.
I need to calm down.
Yes.
Would you mind driving for a while?
"Are you sure you would not want the distractions?"
Even as he spoke the words, Jack - Lodestar - realized he was already in the forefront. Lodestar coughed, pulling the polyphonic voice back within, all the while thinking, The body needs rest.
"Thanks." He didn't want to be in the base. He didn't want to look at anyone or see anyone. Fighting in the guise of a koosh ball only added to the embarrassment of what the psychologist dug up yesterday. He woke up this morning and told Prov he just needed to get out - she understood entirely and quietly helped him pack.
He had seen this hotel last night in Founders' Falls. It was located right near the new train station, so was easily convenient. In fact, the doorman knew him right away because he had taken out a Nemesis who was on the roof of the hotel.
He tossed his knapsack on the bed and bounced on it. It would be fine. He had to settle for this since he wasn't sure what would happen at the next hearing on June first. As far as he knew, he had left behind no evidence. The worst they could charge him with would be excessive force, as most of the ones he had killed were criminals already. There were only three "murders", three dead civilians.
Star in her new outfit totally disarmed him, not only because she looked pretty in it, but because she reminded him of what he was trying to forget since the psychologist's discovery. Then his brother...
I should have just tossed him over the railing - I wonder if he flies. Hero, my ass. He's clueless. He was the jock, lacrosse, wrestling, softball, more bulk than brains.
He was what you had been.
That was his own voice, not Jack at all. He stared at himself in the mirror, his shock of white hair against the brown jacket - need a darker color. He wasn't angry at Jack for turning his hair white; he liked it himself. Made him look old, yes, but maybe serious.
"Hero, my ass," he muttered to himself. "Jack?"
Yes.
Nathan looked at his reflection in the mirror and watched his eyes slowly glow.
I need to calm down.
Yes.
Would you mind driving for a while?
"Are you sure you would not want the distractions?"
Even as he spoke the words, Jack - Lodestar - realized he was already in the forefront. Lodestar coughed, pulling the polyphonic voice back within, all the while thinking, The body needs rest.
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