Who: Nike [narrative] What: One more stop before home. Where: NYC When: Saturday, 2AM Warnings: N/A
It's 2AM, but the lights at The Garden flicker as a black car rumbles by, it's driver half-wanting to stop to pay a visit to the arena of heroes in this modern time. But the light is green and even at this time of the night, the streets are full and heavy, pushing the heavy car forward and through the intersection, roaring in the night.
It finally pulls up to a familiar apartment building, fitting just so between a silvery Prius and a well beaten Taurus. It seems out of place, but well put in the middle.
The driver slides out with ease, having been made familiar with the vehicle since Illinois where she had found the car collecting dust in an auto shop. Just another stop along the way home it was, reminding her the metal taste of blood, cheap aftershaves, and a crude style of muscle translated through steel and metal.
Even the sharp whine and high-pitched screech the engine had on hot days, fitted the oldest of the Titan four, down to a "t".
Out of pity, Nike had given up the chance to hitchhike it back to the City and used the earnings of a well-played poker game - if anything, her war-god of a father had always taught her to be prepared in any and all situation - to buy the Chevelle SS. She didn't remember what model or year it was that Zelus' "baby" had been, but it seemed close enough. Whatever it took to placate the oldest crybaby in the family and save expense on hearing aids for the rest of them.
But she was the driver no more as she locked its doors and tossed the key into a worn mailbox, there to be discovered whenever its owner bothered to check.
Slinging a military-issued brown duffel bag over her shoulder, Nike walked towards the Bronx, back to an apartment that she no longer called home since the last time she had signed it over to a mortal that by now, would have moved on already (if he had any common sense). Whether or not anyone opened the door if she so wished to knock, it was familiar and a place to rest.
The final stop in her own travels before she got used to calling this city "home" again.