In search of a Robin... who thinks he is the best.

[tuesday]

I quickly caught on and jumped in I slipped on my seat belt, "I'm not slow, I'm tired. Now stop shooting you're mouth and fucking drive!" I said melting into the seat and rubbing the back of my head against it. That felt very nice to close my eyes and relax though it was uneasy still perhaps I could get a little bit of sleeping done. Hopefully with his driving you seriously feel like the devil is bringing you down to hell. I wrap cross my arms across my chest and button my coat up, the chill of the wind made me shake some, other than me being hungry. I keep my eyes closed and my arms tightly crossed.

[wednesdays]

I honestly felt like singing with the joys of victory for getting this old man tired and weary. I loved bringing shit down, even if it was just another week. But I hated this week and he hated me, so the feeling was mutual and I knew he would jump at the first chance he got to do the same to me.
I smiled as I pulled the car back onto the road, taking off and settling at a speed of around 97-8 Miles an hour. Driving fast was not only my thing, but it was a way of life, and no one out here on The Wilder Straight would get pulled over for speeding. Cops didn't give a fuck about us citizens already and even less so about what we did, they just wanted to make sure that we staying within the boarders of the country is all. That was their job.
No one comes out, some stuff comes in.
I remember the last batch of poor basters that were sent in here to clean things up. They were dead within 24. Shorter, I believe but they never give you the whole truth on the TV programs.
I frowned thinking about all the lies people were surrounded by and how all the kids here were going to grow up thinking this is the way life is.
I don't remember what the old place looked like aside from what I saw in the pictures and history books my pop showed me. It was impressive but I can see why it would be hard to see the resemblance between that and now. I sighed and reached a hand up to rub my eyes. They were dry and itchy. I sighed again and let my hand fall limply to my side, landing right next to Tuesday. I threw a glance his way and noticed he was snoring slightly in his, hated, sleep. I smiled widely and took the shades from his face, carefully and placed them on my own.
"Stylish style man." I said to the rear view mirrors image of myself.

[tuesday]

Waking toward the sky bleeding tears falling on my face dripping down my lips the man was standing the again his face I could see the red eyes looking right in mine, he stepped closer and I stepped back seeming sickened. He put his arms out and called for me, "Grey.....Grey.....come here Grey. I want to show you something I made." It whispered. I shook my head at it slowly drawing my gun and pointing it at the thing, it looked down with bloody tears falling from its eyes. Whatever this thing is I don't want it around me, it looked up and jumped on me so much blood and blackness I couldn't see anything, I shot it servel times but it still held on to me and knocked me off my feet and started dragging me off. I tried to grab the ground but there was nothing for me to hold on too, it stopped and looked out the edge. I stood and dusted myself off but casted my eyes up to see millions and millions of dead bodies. It smiled at me and whispered in my ear making all my skin crawl, "This is what you turn into Grey."

I opened my eyes and looked around to see Wednesday driving the car with MY shades on, I hoped I wasn't screaming all I know is that I was sweating, a cold sweat though. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself and glanced at him again, "Those are mine, Ass fluff." I said glaring now.

[wednesdays]

"Oh Yeah? Rly? well, I'm driving and your sleeping so rather they are yours or mine, the driver gets to wear them while they drive." I said, smiling widely down at the older, less experienced, week. "Ass-fluff" I muttered back, adding a slightly more crazed sounding giggle after then I had originally planned, slapping the steering wheel all the while like it was the best damn thing I had ever heard.

Silence feel over me again for a moment as I suddenly felt like I was being preyed upon again by some unknown force. I checked the rear view mirror to see if someone was coming up on us, but aside from the few everlasting fires that burning out here, like on every straight, there was not even a light to show the desert wasteland we were crossing. I frowned at the height of the mirror, it was placed for Tuesday's height when his ass was plopped in the seat and he was a bit taller then me. Tuesdays were known for being tall, but rather stupid at the same time. So if chicks hate tall dudes it is a lose-lose-situation for him.
I cleared my throat after turning almost completely around in my seat to check the butt of us more throughly. Nothing.
No cars means no followers, no followers means nothing to worry about.
Still, that sense hung over me like a piano about to drop from the roof to crush me dead. I blinked hard and kept my focus on the road in front of me, knowing that if we were being followed or hunted out I had to play pretend and act like I didn't know they were there.
"Hey, so uhm, why were you makin' so much noise in your sleep anyhow? Having bad dreams about something, or something?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders slightly and leaning my elbow against the-open-window sill. A smile refused to clear my face and a laugh was tight in my throat, it wouldn't be long before it ripped from it in hysteric fits over the idea of Tuesday, the ultimate asshole of, basically, the universe having nightmares.
That was the best kind of revenge sometimes, the kind delivered for you.

[tuesday]

I sighed and looked out the window ignoring, I blinked the sweat away from my eyes and sat up some more, it was now very cold in the car perhaps it was the fucking dream that scared the shit out of me. It will pass, Grey. I thought, "How far now?" I asked. He probably have a smart ass remark but at the moment I didn't care I just needed to calm down even though he made me want to rip someone's head off still he had have to think of a come-back while I thought.

My hands were shaking again so I pushed them in my pockets and leaned my head back trying to fall asleep. I wiped my forehead off and placed my hand back were it was. Stay still, Grey. Still.

[wednesdays]

I snickered at him and watched the road, pushing down the gas pedal and forcing the car faster down the highway, wanting to hurry up and get some where, my stomach was growing again like a fuckin' lion.
I glanced over at Tuesday when a tingling wave of danger washed over me, like a sixth sense. Someone was hurting, and I could smell the blood. Judging by how fast we were traveling, even if there was some dead hobo on the side of the road, hidden from view, he wouldn't smell this intense for this long.
I continued to look around, sniffing loudly and strongly at the air until I found the source of the scent.
"Dude, your bleeding." I said, pointing at him for a quick second then I placed my hand back on the steering wheel and checked the road before looking at him once more. Panic rushed through me like a forest fire, was he sick and dying? Right here in this car with me?
I had wanted him to die really bad, but I wanted him to die somewhere away from me. Just imagine, two weeks go on a mission with me and they both come back dead. I let out a raspy laugh and plastered a goof smile on my face, pretending not to feel pity or fear for Tuesday. "You ever had that happen before?"

[tuesday]

At first I thought he was just joking but then I felt the blood dripping, "Fuck!" I said and wiped it off it just kept coming. This hadn't happened in so long its weird that its resurfacing again it could fuck up this mission, "I'm fine. Just shut up and drive." I replied to him and kept some kind of cloth pressed up against my nose the blood just flowed and flowed, quickly leaning my head back and closing my eyes to keep seeing stars. The dizziness setted in and I felt my stomach turning, I didn't have anything to throw up anyway but I needed something to eat really bad. I'm such a fucking idiot! I should have eaten something this morning!

I opened my eyes and blinked a few times the dizziness stayed making the whole road move it looked like it was breaking in the middle. I shook my head and closed my eyes again trying to calm myself down and breath, in and out, in and out. Just like Pop said, calm Grey, steady. Breath. I was going to suffer until I got food it not going to stop until then. "How far....are we out?" I ask shaking some. The road stop moving so much now the headache began to set in, my nose was slowing up on the bleeding and was a lot slower now.

[wednesdays]

I couldn't help but keep looking at him and when he asked about how far we were out I reached in front of him and grabbed the map out of the dashboard flap. It was worn and ripped up from our last encounter yesterday when I bit it and tore it in half out of frustration, but Tuesday had taped it back together and folded it neatly, placing it back where it was before.
I gave him a quick, slightly, embarrassed look for being such a jack-ass while he was on the edge of getting into this conduction. I cleared my throat and glanced out the windows, windshield and rear view for any signs. The closest one was behind us so I threw on the brakes, tossed it in reverse and backed the car up to the road sign before hitting the brakes again. I kicked the door open when it wouldn't click open on it's own and climbed out, slapping the map on the hood of the car and studying the sign.
"Uhm, well the map says that once we are at exit 23 we should be about 16 miles out from the townstead exit, after that the only place to stop is a while 113 miles away..." I listed off, doing the math in my head and comparing the distances.
"Look dude, how bad off are you? 'cause Townstead is a baaaad ass motherfucking place to be, especially after dark. That mister dude man called uh," I scratched my forehead and leaned against the open car door, "Clifford rules that gang and he is one bad bitch. Seriously, I have been face to face with him and he is the shit." I explained, trying to be sympathetic but I also knew that if I didn't get him help he might not make it out of The Wilder Straight alive. Still, this Clifford gangster almost walked away with my life for trespassing and my cock for fucking one of his babes, I didn't want to get mixed up in that again and if he saw me or heard I was in town I would have to deal with him ASAP and his gang, alone with a wounded Week over my shoulder.

[tuesday]

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Was all that was going through my head, I leaned my head back and looked toward him, "If I don't get something to eat...I might in up dead and I'm sure you wouldn't care but I do so yes I'm fucking bad off!" I said pulling the cloth from my nose and seeing that it was drying. "Its gonna get a hell of a lot worse and it won't get better. But if you're worried about getting yourself killed tell me now." I said looking at him feeling rather helpless. No I couldn't feel this way this was NOT suppose to happen. Pop told me if you let you're guard down for even a small second they'll get ya, but I don't think he ever thought of this problem. My problem, everything started getting darker around the sides of my eyes to the point where I couldn't see out of the corner of them.

Pretty soon I would be shivering so bad I won't be able to stop, my eyes will be useless and I won't be able to talk. I groan and hit my head against the seat, "You have got to take me back...I don't care if we have to kill those punk-ass bitches who call themselves a gang, just as long as I get something to eat." I tried to say firmly. I wrapped my black long coat around myself and crossed my arms bowing my head hoping that would depeat some of the dizziness. Why did I pick jeans with holes in the? Damn things making me more cold.

[wednesdays]

I actually.... admired his firmness and straight thinking in such a moment and I know that when he said, "We" he meant "Me" because when we finally got there and got him food my guess is it would probably take him all night to recover. I bit my lip and hissed in the dry night air, considering my-few-options then jumped back in the car and shoved the map over onto Tuesdays lap.
"Use that and this," I start before taking my coat off and flopping it on his shivering form, "and just stay calm alright? I'm gonna get you better and some food with a ice cold soda." I put on a smile and pulled the car off the side or the road and onto the highway again, being passed by someone in a white van.
My eyes widened when I realized it was the same one from earlier.
"Seriously dude, do you have a boyfriend or some chick friend with a brother? 'cause that van is back." I said to Tuesday, who was more then likely not hearing me. I gave a glance at my speed then increased it some more, pushing the car to about 98 miles an hour and so on. I remembered that the car almost overheated last time Tuesday got it that fast, but I needed to get there soon and get in front of the van guy. As long as he was in front of me he was able to control my movements and speed if he wanted. Many gangs sent out a big car to lead the wanderers into a slow-zone where the rest of them would be waiting and they would attack the driver and steal everything he owned. Sometimes kidnap them, and with how close we were to Clifford's turf I was almost sure he might have had something to do with that.

I ground my teeth and swerved our small car in front of the van and thankfully within a few minutes the driver backed-off and seemed content with being behind my ass. I sighed in relief and went back to focusing on Tuesday and my plans on how to get him and myself into a hotel and buy some food without being caught.

[tuesday]

I pull the coat closer even though it smelled like him-which made me sick yet I had to because I had to keep myself warm, "No I d-don't have a 'boyfriend' or a girlfriend that owns a white v-van." I said trying to keep my voice from shaking. I tried not to look up at the road, how fast he was driving plus the dizziness I would surely throw up...or just dye heave which is just as painful and gross. I squeezed my eyes shut thinking about the mission and getting better not worrying about what my head was doing no matter how hard it was pounded against my skull screaming as loud it could-more like my inside self...if there was one.

I twitched some as my hands still shook uncontrollably-I stuff them in my pockets grabbing on to some paper and holding it very hard trying to get my mind off the pain, the shaking, the coldness without opening my eyes I asked, "Is it the same driver? Th-e white van?" I looked at Wednesday with wondering eyes then at the van it was too dark for me to see, I have good eyes but not right now.

[wednesdays]

"I think it is, now just stop talking kay'?" I said, pushing his head back down against the seat behind him and pulling his-and my-coat up further on him. I grimaced at the sight of this proud being falling so low and becoming so helpless. As much as I kind of wished I could take the pillow from the back seat and suffocate him to death, I had to remind myself that no matter how annoying he was , he was a week... a brother and It was my duty as the leader if this fucking wash-job to keep him alive. And damn sure I was going to.

Within a few more minutes the exit to Clifford's turf came into view and as soon as I got off on it I checked the rear view for the white van, which was no where in sight. I looked down at Tuesday then at the road, running a stop sign and passing someone else who was driving below the speed limit. I growled at my own foolishness. I was blowing our cover, but more blood was starting to seep from the other week's nose and if I didn't get him help soon, I knew, without one damn doubt that he would die right here next to me, just like Friday did.
I bitch-slapped the steering wheel in frustration and pulled into the very first restaurant that came into sight. It was a Danny's'. Clifford loved Danny's. I swallowed loudly as I stared hard at the bight neon sign, feeling extremely venerable and stupid.
"We're finally here, kids!" I cheered, trying to stay positive and wanting to get in and out as fast as fucking possible before the gang came for their mid-night snack and I hated being on menus.
I kicked the door open again and ran around the front of the car, ripping Tuesdays' open and poking him in the arm. "Come on out and enjoy the theme park, old man!" I said smiling widely at him.

[tuesday]

I was passing out when he poked me in the arm-it woke me right up, move Grey. Move. I push the coat off and hand it back to him mumbling something I didn't even know, I climb out and slowly fall back on to Wednesday, I shake my head and push myself away from him and sigh some. I take a step toward....Danny's? Yeah that's it, one step at a time. I was almost totally blind and my nose was bleeding pretty bad, I shoved the cloth on it and sighed-blink off the blackness, blink it off.

"I need some h-help." I said, groaning slightly stopping and standing in one spot, shivering horribly still just getting worse.

[wednesdays]

I held my coat up to my chest like a scared child would a blanket in the night and watched him struggle to take just two steps. My features softened when he muttered something like he needed some help.
"Yeah, okay." was all I said before walking up next to him and putting my arm around his waist then pulling his arm over my shoulders and holding his hand to make sure he stayed on me. I kept my gaze on him until we were "ready" to walk, then I looked up and scanned the clear glass windows of the restaurant. Thankfully besides some over-weight woman at the counter, broadly sitting on a stool there was no one else in there yet. I knew it wouldn't be long before the bastard showed up to get his meal but that couldn't stop me now. Tuesday was in worse shape then I thought, never in a million years would he ask for my help unless he really needed it. I was sure that even if he was dying he wouldn't care, just as long as I stayed away from him.
I practically carried him into the diner and sat him down in one of the red colored booths and put my coat over him again, laying a hand on his fore head, then handed him a bunch of napkins for his nose. "Here, and just chill I am gonna get you some grub and you'll be fine." I reassured, then took my leave for the moment and walked over to the counter, keeping my arms penned to my sides like I was innocent and welcome here.
The fatted woman looked up from her porn magazine and sighed disappointedly, as if she didn't want to be disturbed.
I smiled and leaned against the counter. "Hello, Miss, I would like to order some pancakes and eggs if that is alright with you." I stated, reaching into my back pocket for my wallet.
She sighed again and clicked the cash-register then sighed one more time before replying, "You can't have pancakes on the mid-night hours, only the morning, what other side dish would you like...?" I winced and looked up at the options. "Sir." She added after then popped her gum.
I chuckled nervously and looked around, checking on Tuesday as I thought of something else he might like. GRAVY Everyone loves gravy, even the old fart must.
"Uhm, the gravy I think will do just the trick." I said, keeping the smile and cheerful spirit.
She nodded and sighed again, clicking the cash register once more then drawing up the final amount and payment conclusion. "That'll be $12.50..." she said. I opened my wallet and fished out the proper amount. "Sir..." she added, too late once again.
I laughed some and handed her the cash. "can you have it done really fast? I have been starving for hours, days even, and I need it as soon as possible." I asked, with a slight whine that most woman died and fucked me silly for. She was absolutely no acceptation.
"Sure." she said and stood up. I clapped my hands together and waited, for much shorter then I thought. The fat woman came Right back with a plate, full of everything I had ordered. "Here you are..." she said, handing it to me, as unenthusiastically as before.
"Wow, dude that was fast! Sweet how did you do that?" I asked her, looking up from the delicious appearing food with my eyes wide in amazement. It was like magic!
"Sir" she added one last time, giving me a devious look the disappeared off behind the door to the kitchen. I shivered and returned to Tuesday, setting the food down for him to eat and realizing it was cold.
That bitch didn't mean what she said about the breakfast menue... she just didn't want to make more food when she had this lost plate waiting. I swore... a lot.

[tuesday]

I sat watching Wednesday walk toward me with a smile that turned into a frown, he set the plate down and I reached around some pointed. I pushed the plastic fork out of the little see-through bag and grabbed the plate pulling it close and sticking the black fork in, it tasted rather good for being cold-the gravy was the warmest part about the whole meal. I looked up at the fellow Week and my face melted into a small smile yet the way he was looking around he probably didn't notice, I finish what I had in my mouth and said, "Thank you, Wednesday." I look back down at my food and stop poking around, I pull the coat on my shoulders more, "Is there anywhere I could have some coffee?" I asked it was most likely that he'd probably tell me to go stuff myself but it was worth a shot.

I cleared my throat and kept my hand from shaking, I also had to keep the napkins on my nose-soon it would stop bleeding so much and I also wouldn't feel so faint. The food will kick in just give it time, Grey. I thought and looked out the window. This place really was a piece of shit town...I guess coming from Wednesday it had to be pretty bad. I shivered some more not really even realizing then I kept eating but slowly so it wouldn't gone was quickly.