Mister Smiley had the window down, let the air blow through his long blonde hair. One hand resting lightly on the wheel, to keep the car steady on the completely straight road.
He glanced over at his companion in sulking in the passenger seat. Mister Frown was being his usual surly self. He'd gotten a spatter of blood on his new shirt, the one with the stenciled graphic of a hand giving the middle finger. You couldn't say it didn't suit him.
Smiley heard movement in the back seat, glanced in the rear view mirror. "Good morning, sleepy head!" beamed the blonde man. "So sorry about that nasty bump on the noggin my friend gave you! So, before we interrupted your little trip, where you headed?"
His question was greeted with silence.
Frown made a noise that was either a laugh or a growl. Probably the former. That massive brain injury he sustained back at the mansion had basically eliminated all sense of humor from the man. "God damned teenagers. No manners. Wild fucking beasts, the lot of them." He spoke with a thick accent, impossible to place. He twisted around in his seat, landed a blow to their new friends stomach, was rewarded with a muffled cry of pain.
Such a lovely day.
"Oh come on, Frowny. No need to be so rough!" He gave another sunny laugh. "That's all right my dear, you don't have to answer. Me and comrade here, we're on our way to a town out west. A mutual acquaintance of ours told us a tale of just the most amazing man!" Smiley turned back to look at their guest in the eye, giving his most winning grin. "They say the plants he grows are things out of myth, that they can give a single man the strength of ten! Plants that allow you to see in the dark! There's even rumor's... A plant that could extend you life indefinitely, no matter what sickness might ail you! The times we live in, eh?"
At the mention of the life-plant, Frown looked at the driver and, well, frowned. Talking to outsiders wasn't part of the plan. Not that the girl would give them any trouble. It'd be rather difficult for her to talk, seeing as he'd stitched her mouth shut with the wire he kept in his pocket. Rather sloppily. They were in a rush, after all.
Frown rooted around the young ladies collection of music, picking one with black and pink CD art. Always did like those colours. Slid it into the cars stereo, flipped to a song at random. Some mans soft voice came through the speakers...
"What if your heart rode a black wave?
Told you it'd never come back home
What if that wave turned into thunder?
Roared and crashed and left you all alone..."
They were passing an old cow pasture now. Some of the mindless creatures that were possibly the former owners of the land around here were wandering around, staring up at the sky, the majority of their clothes rotted off from age and exposure. Smiley was thinking about the task their boss had given them. Find that plant. Don't bother coming back without it. Thinking about his bosses methods of punishment was one of the very few things that could wipe the smile off of his face.
He glanced at his wristwatch. "Whelp! Looks like it's about time to hit the ol' dusty trail! Susanna, it's been a pleasure travelling with you, and I do hope you forgive my friends rough manner." As he said his goodbyes, Frown was reaching into the backpack he'd placed on the floor between his legs, pulled out a device, about the size of a soccer ball, looked to be a combination of random machinery and pulsing human organs.
He placed it on the dashboard, picked at random one of the cords emerging from the section that looked like brain, plugged it into the cars lighter jack. The device started pulsing faster, like it's heartbeat had started to pick up.
He placed it on the dashboard, picked at random one of the cords emerging from the section that looked like brain, plugged it into the cars lighter jack. The device started pulsing faster, like it's heartbeat had started to pick up.
Such a fantastic day!
"We sincerely appreciate the use of your vehicle. Au revoir, l'amour!" The small two-door's engine erupted into flame, burned with the roar of a rocket taking off. In seconds the entire machine was enveloped with the flame, the furious conflagration soon turning it into a pile of ash in minutes.
"...What if that car turned into a fireball?
Across the sky she burned while you just smiled
Across the sky she burned while you just smiled
What if that smile turned into tears?
You wiped away the broken dreams and more..."
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