Rain of tears falling from the sky couldn't keep his thoughts from wavering. Money to be had was not presently for the taking . His nuckles, white and soar, grasped the dark blue steering wheel. Super villian movies played in his head fillng in the black holes of what he wanted to do. Auburn tickles from her hair repeatedly reminded him of how pathetically he failed her. He staired hungrily at her milky skin. Wanting to tast it. He wanted nibble the soft smell that hung on every shift or move she made. Turning his attention back to the road he once again lost his smile. A plan of action needed to be made. Sparks flashed blindness in th e dark night. Inhailing hot smoke calmed agitated nerves and soothed the dragon that lay sleeping. The taste of gray-white fire savoured on his parched vile tounge. Intermitant sighs eploded from Fairfield, Lodi and other numerous towns in California they raced through. Blood would soon paint the new moon sky. A heavy labored breath was the only sound that wafted in the air. He was hungry and the metalic blue Chevy Nova would soon need fuel. Fixated on the signs that hung like picture frames in the hallways; allways seen, yet never really looked at, whispered out of no where, guiding him in his blindness. The brightness of the city street lamps burned his leathered skin that dared to be uncovered and seen under the vail of a new moon. He hated cities more than he hated the sunlight. She lay there in an obsidian silk blouse and designer jeans in the cramp confines of the front seat. Sleeping long after several hard days of work. Before he exitted to pump the gas, he kissed her on the cheek. Stumbling over his lust he aborted his urge to niblle her ear. Again the whispers taunted his nostrils and an answer had come. He knew how to get the money. With a fist full of cash and a pimply wise-ass teenager yelping like a shitsu hot on his heels, the dark figure spun, squaring fist with nose. The crack of bones mixed with the mooshyness of the young ones face. He paused, staring back and forth between the limp, lifeless body and newly aquired cash. He felt no remorse, no guilt, and had no problems with driving on in to the night. He had the car, a destination, the girl, and now the cash. He raced on...

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