06-08-2014, 12:51 PM
Connor and Jensen helped each other stand, but Connor was the first to the van.
Jensen faced two capable, intimidating men arguing justification for murder. Pallor whitened Jensen's expression and an unreachable sadness whispered his response, "Murder begets murder."
He caught up to them, but only to lean warily at the door to the van. In time to hear Connor correcting the other man about the nature of their friendship. "It's not boy-toy, it's Connor. Not my thing."
Jensen looked down.
"One of the older girls is taking them to a charity group that will take care of them."
He crawled into the seat next to Connor. The interior of the van's back, with its sliding white door, gave him chills despite the ongoing blaze nearby. Sirens began to howl in the distance.
He pulled the door shut while Connor and the driver exchanged their enthusiasm. Jensen couldn't say he didn't envy a sip of alcohol at the moment, but his nerves were shot. He was just thrilled that Connor was alive.
The van took off with a screech that shifted Jensen in his seat. A block later and his hands tightened on the helmet in his lap. The glow of a sign from an all-night diner grew bright in his eyes. A parking lot rolled by.
"STOP!"
Jensen suddenly yelled. He opened the door without thinking and jumped from the moving van.
His ankles buckled as he fell to the asphalt. His bike gear did their job well, however, and except for the wind knocked from his chest and the shake of adrenaline exhausted by the night, he was in one piece.
The reason why soon became clear when he stood.
He was at the edge of the parking lot where he left his bike. He waved the guys to keep going, threw his helmet on, and hopped on the bike. Throttle down and one hand on the brake, he sped it into acceleration that spun the bike around in a donut.
In a matter of seconds he was following the van. Once steadily moving forward, he tapped the command into his visor shield and up popped an audio connection to Connor's Wallet.
"Couldn't forget my bike."
Edited by Jensen James, Jun 8 2014, 12:52 PM.
Jensen faced two capable, intimidating men arguing justification for murder. Pallor whitened Jensen's expression and an unreachable sadness whispered his response, "Murder begets murder."
He caught up to them, but only to lean warily at the door to the van. In time to hear Connor correcting the other man about the nature of their friendship. "It's not boy-toy, it's Connor. Not my thing."
Jensen looked down.
"One of the older girls is taking them to a charity group that will take care of them."
He crawled into the seat next to Connor. The interior of the van's back, with its sliding white door, gave him chills despite the ongoing blaze nearby. Sirens began to howl in the distance.
He pulled the door shut while Connor and the driver exchanged their enthusiasm. Jensen couldn't say he didn't envy a sip of alcohol at the moment, but his nerves were shot. He was just thrilled that Connor was alive.
The van took off with a screech that shifted Jensen in his seat. A block later and his hands tightened on the helmet in his lap. The glow of a sign from an all-night diner grew bright in his eyes. A parking lot rolled by.
"STOP!"
Jensen suddenly yelled. He opened the door without thinking and jumped from the moving van.
His ankles buckled as he fell to the asphalt. His bike gear did their job well, however, and except for the wind knocked from his chest and the shake of adrenaline exhausted by the night, he was in one piece.
The reason why soon became clear when he stood.
He was at the edge of the parking lot where he left his bike. He waved the guys to keep going, threw his helmet on, and hopped on the bike. Throttle down and one hand on the brake, he sped it into acceleration that spun the bike around in a donut.
In a matter of seconds he was following the van. Once steadily moving forward, he tapped the command into his visor shield and up popped an audio connection to Connor's Wallet.
"Couldn't forget my bike."
Edited by Jensen James, Jun 8 2014, 12:52 PM.