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Arrival (Narrative)
The sound of the motorcycle broke through the sleepy quiet of the little town. Engine roaring as he downshifted and pulled up to a four way stop. He was unused to the streets being so quiet, and it unnerved him. He didn't believe for one moment that any place was truly this peaceful. Yet, here he was seeing what his mind didn't want to believe. Practically empty sidewalks, lights on in only a few windows.
He had been drawn here. Pulled away from Electric City and the crime. Away from his life and who he had once been. Something in his soul told him that there was a great evil here, but his mind was clearly not working on the same wavelength as his instincts. York seemed to him to be a more peaceful than average Eastern town. Nothing standing out to the naked eye.
Johnny had been spending more time with his gut feelings lately, though. Learning to trust them a little bit more. Which is why he'd come, despite finding nothing extraordinary when he did some research. A few odd happenings, but if one really spent the time, that could be found anywhere. Any where at any time. So why the urge? Why the irresistible draw?
He revved the engine of the bike, looking each way at the stop. Trying to determine which way he should go now. What he should be doing first.
The black bandanna round his face was pulled down, and he set his hat in his lap a moment while he thought. Even in Electric City, he'd done this fairly commonly. Not caring about who might see or recognize him. It had yet to be a problem. He doubted that in York it would prove to be more of an issue.
Johnny supposed that first things first, he should find himself a place to stay. Replacing both hat and bandanna, the engine roared to life once more, and he began to cruise for lodging.
He had been drawn here. Pulled away from Electric City and the crime. Away from his life and who he had once been. Something in his soul told him that there was a great evil here, but his mind was clearly not working on the same wavelength as his instincts. York seemed to him to be a more peaceful than average Eastern town. Nothing standing out to the naked eye.
Johnny had been spending more time with his gut feelings lately, though. Learning to trust them a little bit more. Which is why he'd come, despite finding nothing extraordinary when he did some research. A few odd happenings, but if one really spent the time, that could be found anywhere. Any where at any time. So why the urge? Why the irresistible draw?
He revved the engine of the bike, looking each way at the stop. Trying to determine which way he should go now. What he should be doing first.
The black bandanna round his face was pulled down, and he set his hat in his lap a moment while he thought. Even in Electric City, he'd done this fairly commonly. Not caring about who might see or recognize him. It had yet to be a problem. He doubted that in York it would prove to be more of an issue.
Johnny supposed that first things first, he should find himself a place to stay. Replacing both hat and bandanna, the engine roared to life once more, and he began to cruise for lodging.