Well, I woke up this morning to a stranger in my bathroom. We finally got our new garage door installed, so there were dudes in and out of the house all morning. One got to see me draped over my futon and snoring like a fuckin' freight train, another witnessed me stumbling around the house, half asleep. Or, maybe it was the same guy. I don't know. LOL.
Not much else to report. I made two new LJ icons. Yup. I still haven't watched Cabaret yet, so I think I'll go do that. I don't care what anyone says... I love Liza Minnelli! Especially as a sassy nightclub singing vixen. LOL.
TITLE: Achaea GENRE: Scifi Action CHARACTERS: Claudia, Stanley RATING: PG-13 for mild violence. SUMMARY: An old religious cult of strange beings threatens all of mankind. NOTES: The second half shows a lot more in the characters... and reveals a (tiny) bit of the plot!
Stanley's palms tingled as he twisted the leather grip of the steering wheel. Night had fallen and there was only the dim light of the stars and the dull reflections of roadside signs to give some empty comfort in the darkness. Stanley kept his eyes locked on the road and didn't dare to spare even a half second's glance to his silent passenger. A thick cloud of tension hung heavy over the man as he loomed over the wheel so that it practically touched his slow heaving chest. Horrible thoughts barraged his mind so violently that he had almost no grasp of the hard reality of the current situation. Not only was his job completely threatened, but his life as well. He tried to fight off the thoughts and tuck them away in the back of his mind but with Claudia beside him as a harsh reminder of what he had done, it was impossible to dismiss anything to fully focus on the present situation. Despite his worries, Stanley tried to keep an air of calm and stared at the road with an expression of extremely grave concentration.
The back roads had led them far off the beaten path of both civilization and safety. As they traveled farther away from one danger, they crept ever closer to a new, yet equal danger, and both of them were quite aware of it. Stanley, with the knowledge of two, or three if he counted his passenger, very fatal dangers, had no reason to fear nor hope for favor from either considering he was a dead man either way. As they drove through the cold silence of the night, Stanley began to worry less and less about dying and began to wonder how it would come about, since it was certainly guaranteed that he would most likely not see the light of the next morning's sun.
Though it was well established that he was quite doomed, Stanley had no intention to just lie down and die. Death was always an imminent figure in the lives of the living, and Stanley knew he was no exception. There was no harm, however, in prolonging his time before his end. He glanced over at Claudia as she sat quietly beside him. She was not only the key to his survival, but also his biggest threat. Stanley knew that if he played his cards right, there were several options for not only his own survival, but perhaps a way to free himself from the triangle of death he so unfortunately walked into.
"There." Claudia's voice broke the silence like a distant gunshot. "Stop behind there." She pointed to the right where a small town's commerce sat cozily atop a roll of hills. She kept her finger locked on the dim sign of a particularly interesting store, 'Guns - Ammo - Camo'.
Stanley slowly turned onto the main stretch of road. Little shops and restaurants lined both sides of the thin street. Most were made of old faded red brick and set a very endearing atmosphere. There were no cars parked along the road, and the streetlights gave nothing more than a dim glow. The store that had caught Claudia's attention didn't fit in well with the other buildings. It was a dull tan warehouse with large glass windows to give the outside a view of all its fine weaponry and gear.
There was a thin grass covered gravel road that snaked to the back of the store. The tires of Stanley's car crunched softly over the rocks before it came to a stop next to an ancient blue and rust patched dumpster behind the warehouse. A small light hung over the back door and it flickered every so often. Claudia stared at the door for a second, but made no move to get out. Stanley watched her cautiously as he shifted into park.
Claudia turned towards Stanley and he silently followed her every movement with his eyes. She didn't even spare...
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