#weirdwalker

"Surprise bitch. Jokes on you. You'll never see the last of me!"

Kit had been out of Briarcliff for all of a week. Sure, he had thought of running away given the idea of what people saw him as but maybe the heat had died down. Most of the town was focused on other events that had been going on and Kit only hoped he could go through town unnoticed as he gathered things for his small cottage home in the woods where he and Alma had once been living and Grace now resided.

                          “Uh--sorry ‘ere miss..”

Kit spoke as he ran into somebody at the local grocery store attempting to keep his face low and as hidden behind his short locks of hair as he could. The last thing that he needed was a witch hunt through town for him that ended in his house getting burned down for being a lady killer as the news had so kindly called him.

                     “Sign says closed. I’m closin’ up

                                                      for t’e night.”

Kit spoke, growing more frustrated by the customers that came to his little gas station he worked at as a mechanic and an attendant during the day to make end’s meat. The shop sign clearly stated that they had closed at eight which was well over a half an hour ago. Walking out from the back he grabbed a wrench in case it was Billy and his boys there to cause trouble once again. ‘There Goes My Baby’ by the Drifters blasted from the small radio he had up on his shelf in the office where he had been.

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     Kit Walker was ten years old and found himself in the old beatup chevy truck his father never took care of riding down to Florida with him. The only explanation his father would give him was that they were going on vacation even though he knew they didn’t have the money for that. When they arrived in the small town of Jupiter his father settled in at a motel room before leaving away for the evening leaving the young boy all alone. Deciding to go out exploring, Kit found himself face to face with the freak show and carnival. Up in his rural town he never had a chance t attend a carnival in a big city. Smiling, he walked in before taking a seat, watching the show. He was the only person to attend and he hadn’t even paid his way in. The owner tried to shoo Kit out and he stood up in defeat, looking down in disappointment. No show, no excitement. Kit would have to go back to the motel where his angered father would be probably sitting in a drunken haze.

          “All I’s wanted was t’see a show...oh well...”

  “ You’re just now catching onto that ?? “

                  She’ll actually smirk  at the accusation !!                   Weird to think a movie star, of all people,                   would be proud of her fucked up little brain,                   but it did put her apart from everyone else                   in Hollywood, didn’t it ??

             “ You’re kinda slow, aren’t you ?? “

“And you’s kinda’ one of them high class girls. The type that live fast and neva’ get to enjoy they lives.”

            Kit spoke looking towards the movie star. He could have said worse things but he was never one to be unkind to a woman. He had grown up better than that so even though she was throwing low blows he knew he could brush it off.

{ To say that one had a whirlwind

of a life was the understatement

of the century for young Kit Walker.

He had the perfect life, or at least

had believed that he did, by living

with his wife Alma in their small

farmhouse in Massachusetts. It was

peaceful and it was the life the both

of them wanted all of their lives. }

                                   { When Kit had allowed her

                                    to wander off one night and

                                    went to investigate, his life

                                    changed forever. He was

                                                      a b d u c t e d by  t h e m. }

{ Apparently years passed

 and Kit finally returned to

 Earth in a stunned state.

 Getting a small job in L.A.

 he managed to get a place

 of his own and tonight was

 his first night living there. }

                   "I wouldn't touch that record player if I was yous', no matta' how much it drives yous' nuts. Trust me. If you think them nuns are crazy now just wait 'til yous' turn off their annoyin' record..."

Kit warned from his busted and broken arm chair in the corner that stank of rot while he twirled probably the only cigarette between his fingers trying his best not to draw attention.

                          "'Station says closed. Can't yous' read, Billy?"

Kit called out in a frustrated voice, expecting a towns person by the name of Billy to be outside at the pump expecting service this time of night.