I recited the directions that Angela gave us. When I was done, the twins drew several lines on a map that we found in a kiosk. There was a black line, which was the main route, and there was a red line, a green line, and a blue line. When the twins finished drawing, Bill said, "So, the black line, if we follow it, should take us around three hours to get to our destination. The other lines are shorter, but we don't know much about the landscape, so we might find ourselves in trouble at some point."
George piped up, "Just so we all know, the green line is the shortest route. It would take us around thirty minutes to get to the destination. But, there's a catch. The green line doesn't have a direct route. We might have to improvise along the way."
I asked a simple question, "Do we have anything to do once we get there?" They both shook their heads. "Do we have anywhere to be right now?" They both shook their heads again. "So...can't we just take the black line. I'm tired of having to 'improvise' our asses out of situations that we could clearly avoid."
George tried to object, "But! Think about the journey that we could go on! It's a once in a lifetime opportunity to explore the inner city!"
Bill punched his brother in the back, "Journey my ass! You can go explore the expanse of your jail cell! Did you forget that we almost winded up in prison because of you?!"
I laughed out loud, "All in favor of taking the black line, raise your hands!"
Bill and I kept our hands up, but George refused to do so. He said, "I know I lost, but let it be known that I was brave enough to stand up for what I believed is right!"
Bill wrapped his elbow around George's neck and said, "Don't even think about running about on your own. I'll drag your ass back in line the moment you do it."
I still wonder who the actual elder brother is to this day. We all made up our minds and began to walk down the sidewalk. The plaza that was once over a hill neared us. We could see the neon lights glow even in the blazing sun. Thankfully, there were many fountains of H2O waterfalling out the side of buildings to keep us moist and cool. The once-bustling city square was now peacefully quiet; people must either be eating their lunches or hiding from the sun. Either way, it made us feel a lot more comfortable knowing that a random asshole wasn't going to try and kill us at any given moment. Also, speaking of lunch, all of our tummies growled. I noticed that it had been at least a whole day since we ate anything. I pulled out some of Alicia's pastries from my bag and shared them with the twins. Their facial expressions were filled with unwanted satisfaction...and drool.
Bill found a vending machine that was dispensing various sodas, soft drinks, and carbonated beverages. And also water. George paid sixteen credits and bought three drinks. They were all a pink-colored, fizzy soda. He explained that it was a mix of watermelon, strawberries, cherries, apples, and dragonfruit. It was called 'Derek's Carbonated Fruit Bomb!!!'. The exclamations themselves took up half the logo. He tossed one over to me and said, "Trust me, that one is the best flavor." I held it in my hand debating on whether I should drink it or not when Bill said, "Just drink it. It's on the house...or body. You know, since we don't have a house. Anyway, you've done much more than we could have asked for, so think of it as a gift- no- actually trade for your kindness so far."
I looked at it, again. The condensation was dripping off my hand and dripping onto the ground. The bubbles inside of it were fizzing to the top. I couldn't resist. I forced open the cap with a satisfying *Crack* noise. I twisted the green bottle cap off and began to drain half of the bottle. The carbonation tore at my throat, and the pain made my eyes burn. But, what George said was right, a hundred percent. This was the best beverage that I ever had.
Well, that's not really surprising since the only beverages that I've ever drunk were dirty water and coffee made out of dirty water. That's beside the point.
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Micheal Grey POV:
Angel and I were still in the car. She was reading some articles she found online on her phone while I was internally pacing. I was thinking. Who could that boy have been? A clone is most likely, but that all depends on how he does in the Evolution Games. If he has a near hundred percent aptitude and affinity for each of the drugs, then he might as well be...me. But, if he doesn't, then I could forget about him. But, what if he does?
I started to think about who would, in theory, make a clone of me. Well, actually lots of people would, but who would leave him in the streets? To fend for himself? I mean, If I was raising a genius, I would shower him with the great gifts of mankind. Anything that I could offer...Dad? Did my father do it?
I quickly grabbed Angela's phone and said, "Sorry, sorry! But, this is urgent!" I dialed Flin's phone number and waited for his response. When he picked up, I turned my way towards my window and quieted down to a whisper. I cupped my hand over my mouth and said, "Flin. Are you SURE that my father is...deceased?"
His aura of annoyance vanished in an instance. "Yes. He was buried a couple of years ago. I'm sure because I did it myself."
I asked him another one, "Did my father leave anything behind?"
"Not that I know of."
"Flin, we need to meet. Now. I'll see you in the hospital; Angela will call and tell you which one." He was about to answer, but I cut the call. I looked at Angela as I gave her back her phone. She was beautiful. I clicked off my seatbelt; I was awarded an orange light above my head. I was hesitant. Oh, fuck it. I leaned into her and kissed her on the lips. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt so good. Her entire face turned red. Even though I was the one that pursued the kiss, I also shined bright red, and an awkward silence resumed in between us. I broke the awkwardness that enshrouded us by spewing my feelings on her, "W-wait! I know you're a strong advocate for justice and stuff! I'm fine with that! I really am. But, this isn't about me trying to have you give me a...sexual favor, as you call it...I really like you! But, my ego's do big that I can't ask you on a fucking date!" I gasped for air as I finished.
She stared at me with a flustered face and big eyes. I fucked it. Well, it's time to check out. I turned my body toward the door. I faced her last time and said, "Please don't sue me for sexual assault."
"Micheal, what are you doing?"
*Click*
She screamed, "MICHEAL!!!"
I jumped out of the car.