[Original - Unknow] NoName
Date: Unknow
Notes: I began to comb through the old folder that I used to hold pieces of fanfiction and original stories, at this indecent in the morning, and I must say was a bit 'embarrassed and a bit' amused by what I wrote, as well as the style I used. There are pieces
terms and phrases which currently would never use, typos and a distraction - but also Italian, I admit. But it was not bad, and a particular story - Original So - in particular struck me, making me feel a bit 'nostalgic and somewhat' satisfied with myself after all.
The audience here only because I know that I will continue the ever - no more than two pages - and not to forget it again.
was not entitled, and if you ever publish other pieces of fanfiction abandoned them even got one. A little 'I'm sorry, but after all, is not the end of the world.
Peter and Sean still fascinate me, and not something that happen to me often.
pinched his neck, annoyingly.
few hours had passed since he had taken the interstate for Illinois, in an attempt to leave behind as many miles as possible from Missouri and all that that entails, so it was a matter of fatigue. He did not sleep and had no intention of stopping. The neck-aching you ran a hand through his hair, made shots in the air and cracking his fingers safely on the wheel-for a reason, and that he could calm down to stop-in-one way.
Sean snorted, plan checking his breath, and just accelerated.
Fuori faceva freddo.
was winter, and it was night. Something like snow was falling from the sky, mingling with wet mist and compact landscape bare that sped next.
The radio was turned off and the car felt just the light hum of the engine and the rubber wiper scratch. Everything seemed to mix and form a rhythm of its own, a hypnotic melody that for a while 'accompanied him in the darkness of the highway.
At one point he made-not really account, intent as he was thinking about who knows what-he saw something on the edge of the road. A person in the distance. He saw her turn toward him, protecting his face from the lights with one arm and raising the other, complete with a thumb-up.
Sean did not think either, did not have the time. "Hitch." all he said with a half laugh incredulously, slowing up to dock. He lowered the window, but not too much.
"Hey, sir, would you give me a lift?"
was a boy. Young, with an uncertain smile on his face and a black bag on his back. When the voice was trembling, maybe from the cold, and occasionally pulled up the nose.
"It depends. How old are you? "
" Twenty-one made in September, sir. "Promptly responded to. She must not have more than eighteen.
Sean looked at him for a moment, thinking. He ran a hand through his hair absently, and then shook his head.
"All right, go up." Leaned over to open his door and the boy went faster, letting the smile disappear in half muttering to drag the bag on the seat.
"Ew." Blew "Thanks." She added, Buckle. Sean said nothing and the car drove off.
Perhaps because of the new passenger, possibly because of the heat that seemed to have finally got to work, the air began to grow warmer. Not too much, he still had that feeling of cold snow, but at least they had become bearable.
"Where do I bring?"
They passed a gas station, too fast to even propose the idea to stop.
The boy shrugged his shoulders under the weight of the bag. "Nowhere, actually. As far as possible from ... there primarily. "Turned slightly and pointed in the direction from which they came.
Sean nodded absently. "Then two of us." Waited a bit ', then asked, "Do you have a name that can call you by any chance?"
"I'm Peter." and held out his hand a little' white and a little 'chilly, only to cover part the view of the road and the movements of the steering wheel.
The other frowned and shifted his eyes, then throwing a glance in passing as they passed a large sign at the road side of the road indicating the exit for St. Louis.
"You have a face like Peter." Began to speak again soon. "You look like a more Neil. Or Roger. A maximum of one Matthew, but not Peter, Pete. "
" Ops. "What shrugged, waving her hair just before the blacks face. "You know, it is sad that after all you're right. I do not have a face like a Peter. And say it is a name I always liked. "He paused, biting his lip. "I think they are the names to give you a face, and not the other way. In the sense. All those that call, I know ... Jack, have a face like a Jack . And, if you do not have it, changes its name to something like guts-bones-Tom or Headless Nick , stuff like that. "He sighed. "I wonder if my parents had called Peter, I might have a different face."
For a few seconds he felt alone in the car engine noise.
"It was" almost "." Merely to clarify then Sean. "And then the bones do not have the guts mica, but the bone ..."
Peter shrugged his shoulders. "Tell that to Tom."
They passed a McDonald's fast half-empty, and the car just slowed down. Sean pulled a hand on the wheel and rubbed one eye with his knuckles and sighed.
was not enough, could not resist a few more hours before stopping to rest. He had not gone far enough yet.
"Hey, are you okay?"
The boy snapped his fingers a few times in front of the nose, peering uncertainly. "You want me to give you change?"
Sean shook his head. "The last thing I need right now is a fucking cop who ask me why the heck a minor driving my damn car."
"... wow. When you sleep become grumpy, you know? "settles on the seat, stretched his legs. "Why do not want cops around? What's up, you're a kind of research? "
A bit 'of snow moved from the hood of the windscreen wipers and moved it on the glass without a clear logical layout.
"To me, however" the boy turned around just to be able to get a better look. "The last thing you need is me a ride from a mad murderess, the kind that makes you into little pieces and then sticks you in a trash bag." smiled, half incredulous snort through the nose.
Sean was silent, staring at the road. He came back to hurt the neck, but his hands off the steering wheel.
"Oi?" The other leaned a bit 'to trying to decipher his expression. Then he abruptly retired.
"I've never shoved anyone into a trash bag. It 'a stereotype of shit, that. "
Peter stood for a moment. He wanted to curse. Instead of turned, grabbed the bag and quickly tried the door handle.
was beaten again against the seat by a strong hand and tightened around her arm.
"Do not be stupid. At this speed finiresti to break something, and then the machine is closed. "
'me down."
Sean just shook his arm stronger, without answering. She looked at him again, to furtively, as long as the other times. "Soon there is a motel." Replied instead.
"Yes, ok, great, but I prefer to go down."
There was a hurry, heading Peter. That kind of haste that Sean had always given a little 'annoyance. This was trivial, annoying.
He spent a few seconds, which turned into minutes.
".... Kill me?"
I do not know. "
Peter began to breathe more slowly, at times. It was an absurd situation. So obvious and it's ridiculous.
Then his hand let him go, and suffused with a rush of pain crossed his arms. He felt the blood again to flow faster to the rhythm of his heart.
marches climbed sharply and the car went by the wayside.
The doors were closed.
Sean slid his hands from the steering wheel, holding it in the neck with a sigh controlled, relaxing back against the seat to close the eyes. Did not even know if he had stopped to get the guy or what. But he knew he needed to do something , to lend a hand and tighten around the neck-to feel the flesh around and take the form of his fingers to feel the bones crack and break under its own power and slam.
would not shake his arm so strong, a little earlier. It was true that the last thing he needed at that time was the police on his trail. And leaving behind the corpse of a young boy would do nothing but make things worse.
sighed. Then he moves his hand and flicked the safe. The doors were opened.
"Get out."
The boy did not need to be told twice. He almost stumbled in their bag and fumbled briefly at the chill of night, under the snowflakes.
stood there, motionless, staring at him. He did not know whether or not to close the door.
Sean opened his eyes and turned his head to watch it. He seemed calm. "I would be grateful if I did not speak to anyone for this meeting. We two do not We have never seen, we never talked. "He paused. "Okay?"
Peter nodded. It was decided to close the door and waited again. It was calming himself, he felt the adrenaline scratching his stomach and make him speed up the breath-and he felt almost stupid for reacting that way. Maybe that guy was joking. After all, if it was really a mad murderess, she would not get off because he only had they asked.
The window down slow, with a hissing noise. Sean continued to stare. Maybe it was having second thoughts. He opened his mouth to say something, and closed, frowning gaze.
"No, leave it alone." He turned on the motor again. "Look not to get killed by anyone mad murderess, eh? I might be wrong. And if you meet ask Tom how the hell do gutting of the bones. "Then he ran his hand over his face. "... but what the hell I'm saying ..." Meshes
the third and drove off without even raising the window.
Peter followed him with his eyes. He realized he did not even know his name.
was after two hours. Peter was cold and was tired. He began that journey on foot-he just wanted to leave home, to get away from their parents, but especially by his brother Elliot, who with his talk about going forward and the beauty of the world had come almost made diabetes- and beginning the idea seemed not too bad. He had hitchhiked for a couple of times, until you meet that guy. The mad murderess. He wondered if he really was. He shook his head and gave up.
now had become accustomed to the hot car, and then go back to the cold of the night made him freeze every single cell of the body.
He paused for a moment, leaving fall into the dirty snow of land-the land of dirty snow-on bag. He made a dull sound a bit 'weak.
"Ew," he sighed, resting his hands on his knees to catch his breath. When looked up, saw in the distance a motel signs from blue and purple. Exulted mentally. He thought that it was not enough and raised his arms to heaven, if a little 'wearily. "YAY!"
He picked up the bag and walked faster. He had a lot of money, maybe they would not be enough even to get a room. He began to do some calculation mental.
Then he saw, even if briefly, a family car. Machine. Motel. Tom crazy.
Enthusiasm slipped off as if it were water. "What the fuck." He muttered. He stopped. He had arrived in front of the room.
At that point, he did not know what to do. He was cold. And hungry.
sighed.
was so dry and sudden noise that startled even him. But it was too late. He knocked, for better or worse. He waited a moment, wringing her hands with the belt of the bag, leaving their feet dangling. Caught a glimpse of one of the curtains of the room moved, slightly, and then return to their seats.
few more seconds, and the door of room number 19 opened.
Sean stood motionless, staring at him. He did not even ask what, exactly.
"I saw your car parked." Began Peter instead. "... I asked the guy who is there," he turned and pointed to the room behind them, "what room I had given you ... and, uh, decided to knock." Once again, he realized do not even know with what name to call it. "And then you told me your name." He tried to sketch a smile.
The other ran a hand over his face, like a few hours before. Then move half a step forward and grabbed him by the arm, dragging him into a sudden. Peter and ended up stumbling on the ground, inside the room. A moment later it reached the bag, which ended precisely on his knees.
The door closed and Sean put his hand behind his back. He pulled out a gun and held it pointed at him.
inhaled deeply. "What do you want?"
Peter stared at the revolver. He also inspired, but more slowly, just planting the nails in the floor carpet. "I have no money and I do not know where to spend the night." He answered, cautiously.
"What do you want from me." Repeated the other. This was not the answer he wanted. "Before you were terrified. What's different now? "
The boy seemed to think seriously about it. He looked down, then raised him up. "Nothing." He said. "Only, I do not care if you're a murderess. I would also convenient at this moment, to die. "
Sean allowed himself time to absorb the sentence. The tone, look, and meaning.
"You're crazy, right?"
Peter did not answer. Thinned his eyes, and after a while 'he smiled. "Something like that."
There was a moment of silence. The air he relaxed at times and the worst seemed past. The boy stood up, adjusting his pants as he could, and Sean put down his gun.
"If the remains." Occasions, however, immediately after 'I will kill you. Know this. "
It was a real threat. It was like a warning, a reminder. Peter nodded, bowing his head slightly to one side.
"Well. I'm Sean. "
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