#ro3

The car roared to life around Alexander, a cacophony of unfamiliar sounds. His old car—which had still been very new—was nothing more than a balled up wad of tinfoil now in the driveway at the Ives’ compound in St. Vladimir’s. By the time he made it back home tonight, if he made it back home, Alexander expected it would be gone off to impound. All the glittering glass swept, all the evidence erased. 

Alexander would park his new, faster, louder car atop where the last one had been destroyed. The world would move on. He adjusted his rearview mirror and was grateful to be spared his reflection. The car’s new leathery smell, unwrinkled seats, and complete lack of dust was reminder enough. Alexander lit a cigarette. He couldn’t bruise, but he saw the splitting cracks at his knuckles. His hands shook as he put the lighter away, and he stopped them by gripping the wheel. “Come on,” he said impatiently. All around them the street filled with the growl of his car but Alexander could not distinguish it from his own impatience. 

He looked over and saw a familiar opponent, a motorcyclist shrouded in a helmet that typically inspired some degree of fear in him. Naturally, as she’d beaten him in so many races before. “Well, not today,” he warned, though out of reach of her ears. His eyes affixed to the road ahead, waiting for the light to turn. He needed this victory. For what, he couldn’t say, but he stared straight ahead and knew it. He palmed the gearshift, ready to go.  

Courtier: [tending to said father] He's not quite dead!

Swamp King: Since the near fatal wounding of her father—

Courtier: He's getting better!

[the Swamp King nods to one of his guards, who draws his sword, walks over to the father, and stabs him in the chest]

Swamp King: For since her own father who, when he seemed about to recover, suddenly felt the cold hand of death upon him.

Yayyy yippeeee asks!!!

1. That would be one for Rule Of Threes!

“And Fidds? I love you too.”

3. Rule Of Threes again- a little nervous that I won’t be able to hold onto this interest long enough to finish what my cowriter and I have planned, but I’ll probably have more free time once I’m out of school for the year.