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I knew something was wrong when I saw the shiny red car weaving in and out of traffic. And I’m not just saying that because I’m a cop, chasing a shiny red car that was weaving in and out of traffic at seventy-five miles per hour down the I-51. Oh no. There was something WRONG with this vehicle. So wrong that it caught my eye even when the driver wasn’t driving down the I-51 at seventy-five miles per hour. No, it went at a level much deeper than that.
And I didn’t realize how wrong the driver of this shiny red car that was going down the I-51 at seventy-five miles per hour and I were until I managed to stop them, and get them onto a resident street somewhere off the freeway.
So once the car was pulled to a complete stop (and I was done rubbing the freaking sweat off my palms) I managed to get out without looking like a total moron. I walked up to the window, and realized that the window were tinted only enough so the driver inside was a black blob. I gestured to them to lower the driver’s window to the boxy, shiny, red car.
I almost immediately regretted it.
As the window fell, a pretty face emerged from the black window. Large brown eyes looked up at me, but she covered them when the sun glared into them, and she adjusted her sunglasses. Placing the long (shiny, wavy, rich, dark, and more-than-likely good-smelling) hair behind her ear, she said softly, “U-Um, h-h-hello officer.”
I mentally swore to myself. Why did I have to stop this car? The one with the hot girl in it?
But regaining my composure, I went on the standard question, “Ma’am, do you know how fast you were going just now?” And for a while she just stared at me. Not dumbly, like some idiots did, but she was staring at me like she thought I was hot. Which, I am not, or so half of my ex-girlfriends tell me. But this girl thought so, because her eyes were simply looking at me. I could tell, even with the sunglasses. For a while, I looked back. After a minute or so, I asked, “Ma’am?”
“O-Oh!” She shook her head, and smiled (holy sh!t) apologetically. “I’m sorry officer, what did you say?” I repeated my question, almost forgetting what I asked, when she replied, “O-O-Oh… I… I honestly don’t know officer. I was too busy trying to lose interest in something else-”
“Which was, Ma’am?”
Her face went a pretty shade of pink. And as she continued to stutter more, I realized she looked about my age - twenty-five - and judging from her facial structure, she looked Japanese like myself. I almost slapped myself when I reminded myself I was on duty: no matter how much I wanted to, I wasn’t allowed to flirt with the girl. But for some reason, reason was thrown out the door when I said to repeat what she said because she had mumbled the answer. She had motioned me closer after she removed the glasses from her face. And I had unwittingly obeyed her motion, too occupied with the sexy features of her face. It took me a moment to realize she had pulled my face in to kiss me. I instinctively braced myself against the window frame as she made the kiss even harder. Quite frankly, I really didn’t want to move. I just wanted to kiss back. But I did pull away, and I did stutter when I tried to say, “Ma’am, that was not called for by any means necessary.”
But she cut in after the word, “was.”
“You’re not human.”
My face went flat. What the hell? I was about to pull away, thinking, Hot, but crazy, when I felt something pop out from my nape. I slapped it, thinking it was a bug. But what came from my finger tips was a small, but very obvious leaf. From a sapling. On my neck. A baby TREE. Right where her hands were, a freaking tree grew.
She looked up at me some more, and smiled. “See? My trees don’t grow on just anyone, Officer.” I tried shaking the tree off, but she simply watched me struggle against it. “And they won’t come off either.”
“Take this thing off of me, or I’m going to arrest you-”
“Arrest me? Officer, all I did was stick a harmless tree on you. Besides, it will gladly purify your air-”
“Take it off. NOW.”
She flinched a bit at my tone, but then I saw the spark behind the innocent exterior. Suddenly, the tree began to grow. It changed from a sapling to a vine, and it was slowly coiling around my neck. She smiled again, and said, “If you wish to live, I suggest you follow me in that cruiser.” I grasped the vines, and tried to tear the flimsy vines off, with no avail.
“Why won’t they come off?”
“I’ll answer all your questions if you just follow me. And don’t worry about informing your co-workers with your radio,” she drew me in with a swipe of her finger, and kissed me again. “They can’t see me or my car. Only you. Because you’re not human, Officer.”
I snarled, and whispered, “Who are you?”
Her eyes gently grinned, and she said against my cheek, “No one. Just a Masked One like you.”
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Note: I was inspired by this Watchmen commerical I was watching, and by the random daydreams I get when I have a story idea in mind.
Officer Grey Imura was just told something that took his world, and flipped it. He was told he wasn’t human. What’s a, “human,” like him to say? Especially when a hot girl is telling you that it’s the truth in her shiny red box car? Well, apparently it is true. And the proof laid inside of him this entire life.
The girl, Tracy Korigawa, told him that he is one of the descendants of the Masked Ones: a group of masked heroes that existed fifty years ago, but were killed off by some unknown force. She told him to think back: were there any mysterious disappeaances in his family within the last fify years? Or did his parents protect him in ways that were not like other children?
Soon, Grey’s eyes are opened to a whole other side of the world he lived in - the world of heroes.
But when the unknown force suddenly reappears, and slowly begins taking down Masked Ones and their loved ones, it’s up to Grey, Iron Sky, and Tracy, Swallow, to save this new world… before it disappears again forever.
 Ukeire · Thu Jul 30, 2009 @ 03:27am · 0 Comments |
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