| A Hell of a Ride |
[16 Jul 2008|08:06pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 awake |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Bat out of Hell - Meatloaf |
] |
It was three-thirty in the morning. As she had told Darian, the best time to go was when it was very late and the army jeeps were few and far between. She had packed the important stuff into the trunk of the Plymouth, the money and the guns, then left a hasty voicemail for Deanna on the redhead's cellphone. No time to say goodbye when the getting gone was necessary, and neither of them were the really sentimental type anyway. The world was tiny, besides that. They'd see each other again.
She was already on Highway 95, headed south towards the Arizona border. The night was clear and warm, a moon adding to the lights of her headlamps as they cut through the darkness. The windows were open, allowing the desert wind to ruffle her hair, and the radio was tuned to the classic rock station, Meatloaf belting out the best travelling song she'd ever heard;
Like a bat out of hell
I'll be gone when the morning comes.
When the night is over
Like a bat out of hell
I'll be gone gone gone.
Like a bat out of hell
I'll be gone when the morning comes.
But when the day is done and the sun goes down,
and the moonlight's shining through,
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven,
I'll come crawling on back to you.
Reuben didn't know she was on her way. Just as well, that, it meant she could try and surprise the little shitkicker for a change. They'd get drunk and fool around for a week or so, then see what was what. Not like she didn't have plenty of cash to tide her over for a while. Better to just lay in the cut and wait for this stupidity to calm down.
She'd see the States again. Maybe even Sin City. The world was an endless playground when you were immortal. And hadn't it already been a hell of a ride?
|
|