Evil Wayne: Serials
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#36Once we were airborne, I gave Becky another shot and she passed out. I kissed her, but strictly for face value, mind you.John invited me up front, which I took. Then he proceeded to talk me to death. He told me all about growing up in the late forties, I think I feel asleep. At one point he was fifteen then he was thirty-one. I probably missed the best years. About every two hours, he landed at, what he called a pit stop. I get the impression they were illegal. He asked me to forget them so I'll say no more.19 We did this twice. He told me about how boring these flights are and that he's kind of scared to fly. And he has only parachute. Nice, I thought. I watched the sun start to rise. "We're over Tennessee about now," he said, yawing. "Not long now." 20 "I really can't tell you how grateful we are." "Oh, hell. People should help people I sa..." His eyes became wide and he winced in pain. "John?" He didn't response. Maybe because he was dead. #37John's body slummed forward, which was bad.He fell on the steering wheel and the plane made a nose dive. I grabbed the wheel in front of me and pulled up. It didn't move. I then tried to move John off the wheel, he wouldn't budge. Then I remembered he had a parachute. I looked back at Becky. Hmm, I thought. He's only got one. She did try to kill me. But she's cute and I really might need her. I tried to move John again. The plane broke through the clouds. Boy, the ground sure looked close. Suddenly, the plane hit some turbulence and his body jolted enough for me to get him off the wheel. Then I pulled back on that sucker. A little too much. The plane whined as it came up and up and over into a loop. Then the next logical step took place: One of the engines burst into flames. Why? I don't know, maybe it was pissed off. Quickly, I found the landing gear and the throttle control. I cut the engines and hope that the field I was aiming for wasn't rocky. The plane skidded down and ran a long time. I felt myself bouncing all over the place and I hoped that Becky was alright. When we finally stopped, I looked back her sleeping body. Then I had the perfect idea to get her on my side. #38I looked around in the early dawn light.The plane was wasted. The engine was still smoking, but I didn't get the feeling it was going to explode.21 I began to rummage through the plane and got a water tank and the parachute. I put the chute on Becky, and took a swig of water. Then I dumped some water on her head. She coughed, then started to whimper. She sat up. "What??!" Then she noticed the parachute. "What's this?" "The pilot died, so I was gonna let you out. But I got control of the plane at the last second." She looked around. "We were on a plane?" I guess those darts really work. "Yeah, there was only one chute," I acted real sad. "I thought one of us should live." Her eyes darted all over the place as she took in this information. "If you feel you still have to kill me, I mean, I was sure I bought it up there a little while ago..." "No, wait..." #39"Wait a minute," she shouted at me. I had already grabbed the knapsack and was headed South."Wait a minute," she repeated catching up to me. "You were going to save my life? Why?" I shrugged. "Seemed like a good idea. Should I not have?" She opened her mouth to speak, but close it instead. She had confusion written all over her face. "I still don't understand why you did it." "Look, I didn't have a whole lot of time to weight the options. I probably made a mistake. You gonna kill me now?" "No... Well," I could see she was still confused. "Well, we're going to the same place, right?" I nodded. "Well, I supposed I could.. wait until we got there? You know, help each other, then figure it out later." "You're not going to kill me yet? "No," she said confidently. "Deal?" I stuck out my hand. "Deal," she took it. #40After about an hour of walking with almost no conversation (she was 100% trusting yet) we made a small town with a train station.I expected this Tennessee hick town to have last seen the train in say, 1939. But the station was expecting the next one in about twenty minutes. I charged two tickets as Becky cringed. Then we sat and waited. "So," I said sitting next to her. "Why don't you tell me about Bobby?" She was thinking and, for a second, I thought she was actually going to answer the question. "Are you CIA?" She said instead. "Is it important?" "I guess not. Just curious." "I'm not." "That's good." "Would you have to kill me?" "Maybe." "How about now?" I don't know." She looked me over. "Tell me, what's exactly in Florida and what are the 4S gonna do?" She pondered that for a second and then told me. And, my God, it was freaky. 19. I believe I was going to make some issue of this later. Or have it come back into the story somehow, because at this point I still wasn't 100% sure where it was all going. At any rate, for the sake of saving whatever grace there might be to this whole thing, this element has nothing to do with the rest of this serial. Although, it could have been in the sequel. 20. Another gaff with time, I'm sure. What the hell do I know? 21. This is sort of interesting. What kind of feeling do you get right before an engine explodes? |
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