threatened the other? Finally. Three more feet before its arrival. The door to his little shelter opened. It looked like the image he’d broken, larger but still much smaller than he was. Fear radiated from it. White deadly teeth in its gaping mouth made him twist inside the body entrapping him, frightened along with the little thing.
He grasped it, not allowing it to scream. His head hurt as it was. Had he taught it not to yell? He removed his large hand. Such pretty-red welts—he’d hurt it? His worry infuriated him. Being the cause of harm to the helpless thing seemed complicated, but he shook with the need to smash it into the wall.
This time while he silenced it, he adjusted for extreme fragility. The pathetic being collapsed, and he stomped to toss it on the bed. The creature’s heartbeat pounded steadily, but it wouldn’t function.
He clasped his head, long hair in the way, and his foot smashed the floor.
The creature was too easily broken and unpredictable. He wanted to force open its sight, and poke out those dead-blue optical openings. Would that kill it? At the very least, it’d further confuse it. The fear before it went dormant had been awful.
Anger shivered through him. He’d been the cause of the terror. He’d seek another shelter before the second one, its airflow erratic, finally arrived to confront him. He brushed contaminated hands on his lower covering, cleared the window in an effortless skip, and ran.
The cool dry air felt good on his bare chest, and the optical covering softened the harshness around him. He heard the metal vehicle approaching slower than he could run, long before he saw it. To his delight, it was red, with only one creature in it.
Maybe this one would last a long minute before it broke.
* * *
Strawberry ice cream. Yep. That’d be the flavor du jour . Jaylynn pressed her foot down on the gas pedal.
The sun sparkled and heat reflected off pavement. Good ol’ boring I-87, where one could go the entire drive to civilization without seeing a soul. Perfect for DWD—driving while daydreaming. The pressures of an empty fridge had encouraged her to flip the “open” sign on her bookstore door and head out on a mission for something tasty.
Jaylynn rounded a familiar curve and blinked. A man at the edge of the road? She blinked again. A red man wearing dark shades and no shirt?
Red? She eased up on the gas pedal and took off her sunglasses.
He still looked—he looked damn good. Bright, unruly crimson hair fell past his shoulders. Over six foot in height. A shade of continuous red, his chest appeared marred by streaks of black soot. Tight jeans clad the body of an athlete. He not only looked hot, he sprang with ninja grace.
Slamming on the brakes, she swerved off the shoulder. A seatbelt would have been smart.
No frickin’ airbag? Her face smashed into the steering wheel.
Spots of bright vermillion faded.
* * *
The vehicle stopped moving, and he strode to it, relieved to see the creature inside wore safe-black coverings.
The door handle crumbled in his hand. He shrugged off his annoyance, eased the metal open, and leaned in. Pretty . Droplets beaded on the lower part of the creature’s face, just like the larger orange clad one had before he licked them away. This creature had soft curving differences, and for some reason it’d shutdown. The vehicle had harmed it? He snorted. The organic beings were too fragile. He could protect it. He streaked the pretty fluid over the creature’s face and lifted it aside.
Metal crumbled with his slightest touch. In the control seat, he scanned the area. Tiny knobs disintegrated in his hand, making a mess, without communicating anything!
How to make the vehicle cooperate proved difficult. He pounded on the maneuvering wheel, and just like that, it snapped off. The angry noise burst from him, and he tossed the broken wheel behind him. He didn’t like the metal. He’d continue killing it if it tried to harm a
He grasped it, not allowing it to scream. His head hurt as it was. Had he taught it not to yell? He removed his large hand. Such pretty-red welts—he’d hurt it? His worry infuriated him. Being the cause of harm to the helpless thing seemed complicated, but he shook with the need to smash it into the wall.
This time while he silenced it, he adjusted for extreme fragility. The pathetic being collapsed, and he stomped to toss it on the bed. The creature’s heartbeat pounded steadily, but it wouldn’t function.
He clasped his head, long hair in the way, and his foot smashed the floor.
The creature was too easily broken and unpredictable. He wanted to force open its sight, and poke out those dead-blue optical openings. Would that kill it? At the very least, it’d further confuse it. The fear before it went dormant had been awful.
Anger shivered through him. He’d been the cause of the terror. He’d seek another shelter before the second one, its airflow erratic, finally arrived to confront him. He brushed contaminated hands on his lower covering, cleared the window in an effortless skip, and ran.
The cool dry air felt good on his bare chest, and the optical covering softened the harshness around him. He heard the metal vehicle approaching slower than he could run, long before he saw it. To his delight, it was red, with only one creature in it.
Maybe this one would last a long minute before it broke.
* * *
Strawberry ice cream. Yep. That’d be the flavor du jour . Jaylynn pressed her foot down on the gas pedal.
The sun sparkled and heat reflected off pavement. Good ol’ boring I-87, where one could go the entire drive to civilization without seeing a soul. Perfect for DWD—driving while daydreaming. The pressures of an empty fridge had encouraged her to flip the “open” sign on her bookstore door and head out on a mission for something tasty.
Jaylynn rounded a familiar curve and blinked. A man at the edge of the road? She blinked again. A red man wearing dark shades and no shirt?
Red? She eased up on the gas pedal and took off her sunglasses.
He still looked—he looked damn good. Bright, unruly crimson hair fell past his shoulders. Over six foot in height. A shade of continuous red, his chest appeared marred by streaks of black soot. Tight jeans clad the body of an athlete. He not only looked hot, he sprang with ninja grace.
Slamming on the brakes, she swerved off the shoulder. A seatbelt would have been smart.
No frickin’ airbag? Her face smashed into the steering wheel.
Spots of bright vermillion faded.
* * *
The vehicle stopped moving, and he strode to it, relieved to see the creature inside wore safe-black coverings.
The door handle crumbled in his hand. He shrugged off his annoyance, eased the metal open, and leaned in. Pretty . Droplets beaded on the lower part of the creature’s face, just like the larger orange clad one had before he licked them away. This creature had soft curving differences, and for some reason it’d shutdown. The vehicle had harmed it? He snorted. The organic beings were too fragile. He could protect it. He streaked the pretty fluid over the creature’s face and lifted it aside.
Metal crumbled with his slightest touch. In the control seat, he scanned the area. Tiny knobs disintegrated in his hand, making a mess, without communicating anything!
How to make the vehicle cooperate proved difficult. He pounded on the maneuvering wheel, and just like that, it snapped off. The angry noise burst from him, and he tossed the broken wheel behind him. He didn’t like the metal. He’d continue killing it if it tried to harm a
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