To go faster was all that he desired on these rides of his. The rush of adrenaline better than any drug, and superior in his eyes. Feliu need not slow down as the light switched to yellow, instead a burst of speed was all he needed.
With the lights flying past him in streams, and only the roar of the engine that he had underneath him. He was happy...
He felt free.
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43. Vain
“It wouldn’t kill you to fix yourself up once in awhile.”
Those brown eyes looked up from the coffee cup, a blank look in them. It seemed like a zombie was looking at him with those eyes. The black circles denoting lack of sleep giving her even more of a other worldly appearance. They were both silent staring at each other before he shook his head and looked back at the people passing them on the street.
“Nevermind. Stupid thought.”
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33. Call
The phone never rang in the apartment.
Whenever someone needed to contact her, they would call Feliu’s line. If they did not need to talk to her, then it was Feliu. Why there was even a phone in the apartment, or in her room was quiet a mystery. It wasn’t until one Saturday afternoon did she hear it echo down the hall.
The sound had been alien to her, eyes searching for Feliu’s who looked back at her. He also did not know who would call them. It took several moments before either of them stood up, Feliu’s hand reaching for the phone and gracefully brushing blonde hair behind his ear before he placed the receiver there. She listened to his hushed voice for a moment and then a smile reached her face, along with Feliu’s.
Wrong number.
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29. Automatic
When something doesn’t look human, the automatic human response is shock.
Instead all she did was toss the kid a pair of pants and a gun. His large hands catching each easily with a blank look in his golden eyes. She didn’t have time for shock. So what that the kid had hair that reached his thighs, so what that he had a pair of horns growing out of his head. There were people at the door trying to kill her, and really appearances were nothing to worry about.
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57. Deprecate
It is rare for people to come up to her. They are foolish men and women that do not have common sense to avoid her presence. Their babbling is unimportant, and all she does is sip her coffee, until a question comes up that always makes her smile.
“So what do you do for a living?”
“I kill people.”
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73. Master
When you can master something you have power.
To master the ability to control fire, that is the most dangerous and difficult. Fire is a living thing even though it has no pulse. It still can be described as “dying”, and “roaring to life”.
