As the orange
heated rays beamed into the death trap called a supposed car. He rubbed his
tired green eyes as he stretched out in the backseat. Grunting as the smell of
old ground dirt filled his nostrils and he glared at the two in front of him.
Sitting upright and scratching the back of his head he was officially awake.
Looking out
the window he saw nothing but sand on top of more sands with a random cactus
once in a while. It had to be at least 98 degrees in the desert but he didn’t
care not when he was a mission. Reaching forward to grab a cup filled with
brown gunk he glanced at the couple in front of him. Smirking he knew their
minds were elsewhere but still alert on the other one.
He watched
the girl lean her head on the window closing her eyes slightly from heat
exhaustion. Her now golden brown curly hair tinted with blond highlights woven
into a messy bun. Her skinned even darker from the dreadful sun made her brown
eyes seem lighter. She pulled at her sea foam green scarf around her neck
matched with her sleeveless white button down shirt.
Smiling at
the now woken man in her backseat she offered a piece of her pastry. He
snatched it out her hand with greed and leaned comfortable in his seat. She
didn’t understand why he always wanted to wear a simple black tee sometimes
with a design and dark jeans. She was grateful at the shorts on her legs and
her brown cowboy boots.
Leaning her
head back onto the window she peaked out her left eye to look at the driver. He
was clenching the steering wheel as he drove down the empty road. She could
read that even though he tried to seem relax he really wasn’t. She watched his
minute movements of his jaw clenching once in a while as the dust picked up.
He was
dressed in his usual attire of a white v neck tee shirt and jeans shorts. He
was still the same quiet but quizzical mind of a guy she fell in love with. He
caught her staring at him so he smirked slightly as his dimpled showed. Turning
away with a slight blush she grabbed the tattered map in between them. It had
been the same routine for the past month.
Looking in
different unknown towns for what the three hoped to find, Revenge. Zoning in on
what their next target was she smiled as the trial was finally warming up
again. Traveling from the concrete
jungle to what was the hottest desert in the United States. Mojave Desert deep in The Golden State was
going to be their new home for a few weeks.
‘Welcome to
Mojave’ appeared of their heads as the slowed their driving down just a bit.
The scorching heat was at its peak and it just seemed to fit in well with their
ambiance. The three stood attentive at the new scene it the weather and the
trail finally in synch. Slipping on her silver aviators and glancing at the
residents in the desolate area.
She lowered
the window and could taste the salty sand in between her lip glossed lips. It
seemed small, intimate, very relic but they knew despite the size a secret was hidden
in those clay walls. “I feel it” The
first words spoken in the last 48 hours to one another since their last rest
stop. She ran a hand through her hair feeling the same thing he felt.
She turned to
the backseat as his eyes squared on every single person he saw. The tension rose
as they tried to find what they were looking. The car stopped in a semi empty
parking lot by a old motel. As the car turned off they each took a deep breath
knowing it was all going to change. It was that tip they received on their
doorstep that brought them to that very spot.
It seems to
arrive just as the release day of the fellow passenger like a sign to find the
answers to their questions. The gravel and sand crunched underneath her boots
as she stepped out the vehicle. This had to be it after 5 dead towns with dead
ends she felt the answers were here. The doors slammed next to her as she
turned to the two males with quizzical looks. “I feel it too” Her words confirmed
their suspicions. “You sure” The driver asked as he scratched the back of neck.
“Sure as my name is Evee Diaz”
