Loki (lokiofden) wrote in preeverafter, @ 2009-08-03 17:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | denny foster |
Who: Denny Foster (and his close group of friends)
What: A sudden attack of the conscience he never knew he had
When: June 2007
Where: The bluffs in Denny's hometown
Rating: R (Language, drug use, self injury)
Joyriding the town on Ecstasy was nothing new to the boys of Bakersfield, who never backed away from anything that might give them a thrill. Loki had made a game of surfing the car's roof as it sped around, eventually convincing his friends to play along. Not always by choice, but they refused to disgrace themselves in the eyes of their leader, who seemed unafraid of anything. A group full of normal kids acting crazy, following two boys who were crazy was probably the worst setup in history, but it's hard to ignore a crazy who demands so much attention.
The only thing new about this night was their choice of location for this game. This time, Loki decided it would be fun if they did it on the bluffs, at the very top of town, where it broke off into a cliff looking over all of Bakersfield. The rest of the boys drove around a bit, but eventually found it more entertaining to watch their leader, who was always one for showing off.
Loki was riding on top of his best friend's car, as they sped down the empty street and then back up toward the cliff. Jon, who was arguably as crazy as Loki himself, had his state of the art stereo system blasting Hollywood Undead. A boy neglected by his own family grew up with his best friend, becoming the first person he really saw as an equal. Eventually he was all but adopted by Delilah Foster, who cared deeply about Loki and his friends, if little else. He was the first to call Denny god, and was by his side taking his place as Loki's right hand man, ever declaring there was nothing wrong with his crazy friend. If Jon wasn't the cause of Loki's lunacy, he certainly played a big hand in getting him where he is today.
Jon's car skidded to a stop a few feet before the street ended, the noise of screeching tires quickly drowned out by Loki, who let out a victory yell over the edge. "You guys are fucking boring!" He yelled again, this time turning his attention on the group of friends in the other two cars, who just answered him with a shrug. They had done it once, and that was plenty for them. "Whatever," he muttered, leaning towards Jon he yelled, "I need to find more friends like you!" His friend, who barely heard him, simply gave a smile and thumbs up before backing his car up to take off the other way.
Like many times before, Loki's antics were starting to get to his head. He couldn't tell if it was the drugs or his recurring delusion, but he felt invincible. The familiar feeling of euphoric omnipotence that always proved to get very dangerous. Outstretched arms skimmed the air like wings as the metal beneath him picked up speed down the deserted street. He would've killed to actually fly then. Near the road's turnout, the music abruptly stopped as his driver's voice shouted for him to hold on, which he did just in time for Jon to make a complete u-turn before coming to a standstill.
"You owe me gas money for this!" shouted Jon playfully from the front seat, filling time as he fiddled with the iPod connected to his stereo.
His friend's response was shouted, "You wish, rich boy!" illiciting a chuckle from his driver, who did just get a big settlement two years before, after getting hit by a city truck. That incident he was still sure Loki caused, since his injuries were few, but they got enough money to fund their antics at least through their high school career. What could it have been but the work of god?
With that, Jon's favorite song, "Paradise Lost" quietly broke the silence. The car's engine revved as the song built up, taking off on the first drum beat. Loki heard the first lyrics shouted from the driver's seat, making him smile. His partner in crime was getting just as worked up as he was, obviously exhilarated at the dangerous situation. This was never good, since the boys tended to feed off each other's excitement, building each other up... just to fall harder. The risk of taking a fall, though, the build up, the adrenaline rush, it was all they lived for. Just like it will probably be what they die for.