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indentA red mustang stood on two elevated ramps. The small ramps gave enough room for a person to lay under. There was actually two laying on small wheeling boards. At least one and a half. Two pairs of feet stuck out from the bottom of the car. One clothed in grease stained jeans and a thin chain connected from a black leather wallet to a thick tattered cloth wrapped around his waist. The belt was stained just was bad as pants. A smaller pair of legs in black clad cloth wiggled. The seven pockets glittered with silver trim. Two pairs of tennis shoes fidgeted, metal creaked and the occasional curse was heard over classic rock. The owner’s of the feet were twenty three year old Jason and his little brother, thirteen year old Stephen. The faces of the brothers seemed to have an evil smirk like a dark joke was on the tip of their tongues. Their looks were almost identical: raven black hair, angular jaws, tight lips curled in an evil smirk, and deep black eyes. Jason moved a wrench around a bolt silently. His teen brother chuckled under his breath. Black eyes met his brothers’ with a raised brow.
indent“What’s so funny Grease-monkey?” Jason said with a devilish smirk plastered to his thin lips. Stephen brushed a few greasy, black, chin length locks from his face.
indent“Grease-monkey? I’m not a grease-monkey you Karate Freak!” Laughed Stephen. His voice was on a higher note then his brother since he was still only at the beginning on his teens. He shoved his brother’s arm but not enough to mess with his brother’s work. Instead of pushing his brother he glided away. He rocked himself back to his laughing brother. “Shut up! You’re tightening it to much!” Jason scoffed and looked back at his work,
indent“Karate Freak? Jeez. I have not taught you well enough young grasshopper.” Jason jested to his little brother. He loved that quote. It was from an old Kung Fu TV show his mother had shown him when he was a kid. Stephen grimaced. He really hated that quote. For some reason his brother had no heart for old, cheesy shows. “Drake!”
indent“Yeah. What?” Called a rough voice. Jason pulled his brother and himself out from under the car and pushed his little brother forward like a virgin sacrifice to a volcano god.
indent“I already had my break. Go get this kid something to eat.” Stephen looked his brother in disbelief. Drake, a tall, pale, muscular man laughed at the young Asian boy’s face. His voice was muffled behind a welding mask. His brother mouthed a few words at his brother and wrinkled his nose. Jason stuck his tongue out and laughed. Drake wrapped his arm around Stephen and hauled him off listing off all the cheap fast food places within a twenty minute radius. The bell above the door rang twice signaling his brother and best friend’s leave. Jason sighed and shook his head. ‘I’ll regret that for the rest of the day… An evil smirk was plastered on his face. He ran a hand threw his hair with a raspy laugh. His nose a was a bit red due to the cold he had because of the winter. He sneezed loudly enough to make the stray cat that snuck in again, jump up and run across the garage. Jason swayed and his face twisted. His nose tickled with more soon to come sneezes. He jumped with three loud sneezes and stumbled backwards. ‘Regret gone.’ he joked.
indentJason sat down on the wooden tool bench. His boss sat at the front desk behind the glass wall that separated the room from the garage. He was a round balding man. A bucket of fried chick sat half eaten in his lap, a drumstick in his hand, and laughing into a small TV. Though he looked like a bad boss he was a good guy, a cheap a**, but a good man.
indent“Boss. Drake went on break. When he comes back I’m going home. I can’t keep sneezing in here.” Jason called through the open door. His boss looked back with an annoyed look but nodded. The Asian man smiled and jumped off the bench and grabbed a few more tools and went back to fixing the red mustang. Like he did when he fixed up cars he imagined himself in the car. Driving the car. Owning the car. Too bad his was an old beat up truck. Though he was happy he had it, it was nice to dream of a car like that. Then maybe wreck it into a crowd of oversized marshmallow men. He laughed out loud to the odd idea, wrecking an old truck into a crowd or marshmallow men. It made him hungry just thinking about it.
indentThe song “Fallen Leaves” by Billy Talent burst through the nearly silent air. Jason jumped almost three feet in the air but soon realized it was his cell phone ringtone. He threw a pair of wire cutters on the bench and swiped up a blue, slim phone. The small screen read “Puff the Magic Dragon”. With a flick of his wrist he opened the phone and answered.
indent“What Drake?”, growled Jason. He was still mad at himself for jumping like a little girl.
indent“Hey. We went to Taco Daddy. Want something?” Drakes voice was slightly altered due to his bad cell phone.
indent“Anything with meat is fine with me.” Jason replied sounding bored.
indent“Cool. I’ll get you a drink too. The usual it is, bye!” The line went dead. The Asian man’s jaw dropped and attempted to yell into the empty phone but he knew Drake wasn’t the type to listen. He most likely already bought the food to begin with so it wasn’t like he would argue with free food. Well, he would repay him with the next meal. With in twenty minutes he finished the rest of the car up and texted Drake to take Stephen home after lunch. He yelled to his boss that Drake would be back in five minutes and he was leaving. With a grunt his boss dismissed him. Jason threw a red t-shirt over his bare chest and a big winter coat. ‘Great. Winter in Cali… nothing more Joyce!’ He mentally screamed. Jason was not a fan of the cold. It was one of the things that got on his nerves the most. The bell sounded as he walked out into the subzero California streets. His tennis shoes made a disturbing squishing noise as he walked down almost empty streets. The hundreds of pins glinted with the Asian man’s movements. His entire body was tinged with cold stiffness. They stood out against the basic black of the coat, all with different saying or pictures on the round plastic cover.
indentJason slipped the head phones into his ear some time ago. All most every hard rock song played through the headphones. He walked along the railroad track nodding his head to the music slowly. A large train’s horn blew threw the air behind him and blazed forward. Jason heard nothing but the sound of a girl’s voice blending with the bass melody. The train moved forward with speed only it could manage to make. Jason was still unaware of the steel death coming right at him. Finally the horn overpowered the music sending a jolt threw his trance. He turned to look behind him to the massive juggernaut only a hundred feet away. With a panicked jump he moved sideways onto the slope beside the railroads and tripped downward into the snow. The train zoomed pass with a loud roar. Jason looked up with a snow covered face. Anger covered his face and glared threw the snow.
indentWith a shake of his head he sat up. He would have stood up if his left knee wasn’t smothered in pain. He watched the sides of hundred of graffiti covered cargo boxes race by with a rainbow of colors. From the top of the train a slate of snow fell off and down onto the Asian boy. He raised his arms to shield himself from his now icy fortress. With a painful groan he pushed the ice off of himself and onto the ground. His eyes filled with static and his arms and legs ached. His ears buzzed despite the sound of skipping music in his ears. Oblivious to the blood running across his temple Jason pulled the headphones from his head and laid back. His hands felt the difference of the ground and soon his body to the heat. After the stars felt his sight he saw the open blue skies and the leaves edging his sight. When he tried to sit up a blade moved around his throat.
indent“Get up human.” said a stern male voice. ‘Human? What the heck?’ thought Jason. Slowly he turned his head though his neck refused to turn. A tall man in armor looked down at him with a sword in his hand. Dark eyes looked at his with revolt. The most interesting thing was his stick-out ears. His pointy stick out ears.
indent“Oh dear,” murmured Jason, “I’m stuck in a coma and dreaming that I’m in a Lord of the Rings special. Why can I be stuck in a strip club with endless ice cream…?” His right eye brow twitched in annoyance.
Simply-Amazing-Nerd · Wed Mar 04, 2009 @ 11:19pm · 0 Comments |
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