Riding by her bumper, Rad was practically grazing her ass. A dull haze left only the lights to be seen, with galloping engines neither racer could hear the quiet ricketing of aged guard rails screeching from the brushing trees whilst the wind picked itself. Janan was pulled into a blanket of crying gales, nonplus and stuck, she stretched as she pulled her car into stutter, her drift was off kilter. Rad couldn't see where she went, her chartreuse hue vanishing in the bleak beyond. Shit he thought, taking the turn safely without mean, blasting into the uphill he could finally see her rear, nine paces ahead. Falling behind, he stepped on the gas, but his makeshift vehicle could only push so far.
I already fumbled the turn! I need to take the downhill and knock her away. Heavy haunts trudged the fuming, like a hunting hound, heat hurdled hastily, hovering habiliment howls; thunder tainted thought, tapping trapped the tires as they melted with the earth. The sky cried, as the tabor of death began to play. Janan saw herself out the stairs that laid across the trees, a river led its way. El Koil stood in a black robe to greet her.
"My beloved, we meet once again, not on the side of adrenaline, but rather on the ends of petrol… Shall we take a soothing boat ride?" Koil asked calmly, devoid of energy.
"Am I dead?" Janan asked.
"Death…? Such somber, such sorrow. Forget about such thoughts, come my love, let us ride…"
"I'm sorry, but I…I can not."
"Why?" Sadness swallowed his expression, but a mild tinge of anger peaked from beneath his skin.
"I know not if I can follow you… I tried to find in it what you loved, what made you forgo me, our future, every promise made. What was it that made you turn from me…do you wish to know what I learned? It was nothing but an addiction, just like any drug, and in too our love just as well. To me it was bone deep, but I see whilst at my ends that to you it was merely a hairs depth."
"Nein. My beloved, I truly—
"Begone, you wraith that burns more blemishes on my memories, make no more torment for me."
"So you wish to walk up the valley, hike the mountain, tread through the gate, and for what? To be gripped with misery, no family who cares, a group of psychotic followers, death at every corner, and a world more torn apart than any relationship. What is there to go back to?" Koil said as his flesh peeled apart, his arms and legs dropping, decaying into the white soil.
"I truly don't know, but just like that chemical that bore a hole in our relationship, I will continue to search for my meaning. Whatever it may be, the search will do just fine for now."
El Koil's visage was no more, yet the mellow smile of a young man could be momentarily seen before seeping into the river.
Janan awoke with fire surrounding her, her right leg was shattered, shrapnel sprung out her stomach as she lay bleeding by the hill side. She barely looked to her left as a storm was heading over taking away the ferocious smog clogging her lungs. Love, what a drug. I should've cried myself asleep, ate, got a real job, adopted a couple cats and never thought twice about men ever again. Haah…that would've been the life.
"Hey! Stay with me!" Rad shouted as he slid down to meet Janan's blazing ride and her half-corpse. "Fight! Keep fighting!"
Oh shut it. So damn loud…she thought, but oddly enough it brought a half beaten smile to her face, tears gently streamed over her nose down her left cheek. Her eyes pleaded, what for? Rad knew not. Rad kept shouting as he dragged her down into the local forest. She was most likely gone for what Rad could consider. Normally he wouldn't even care, but as if his body demanded, he begrudgingly took her to safety.
Rain was slamming harder than ever before. Without a single scratch upon his flesh Rad battled the pellets that seemed targeted. He couldn't express it with logic, but as if some force outside his realm of understanding was pestering him. Everywhere he walked he noticed it was somehow dry or lightly drizzled, yet he was soaked as if stuck at the bottom of the ocean.
"Hey you still alive, give me a sign or something," Rad said.
Janan let out the softest wheeze, barely passable for the normal human ear. Rad nodded, he was just as shocked about Janan as Janan herself, her heart never stopped beating, even though it seemed she had no blood left; her body acted as if blood was still circulating. Seriously, what is she? No more blood is coming out of her yet she can still make a sound and somewhat move. Her whole leg is gone, I ain't no doctor, but pretty sure wounds like that don't close up in just an hour or so. She must be one of them vamps or something. I wonder if this world has such beings, weirdly enough I have a hunch that they do.
"What's your favorite song? Huh, ya I would have to agree, last album was a real piece of work. Any local spots you like to chill at? None huh? You just trap yourself in a little hole or somethin'? Seriously…damn that's just sad. Any siblings? One. I'm a single child…I think. Ya-ya I know, but ya see I don't really know who I am. Sometimes I feel like I'm just the creation of some psycho. No not God, plus I'm an atheist. Woah really, which one. Oh, you a follower of Xydonia. Ain't that the one with the culty family. Bunch of powerful blondes that go on murder sprees every once and awhile? No! Guess I was informed wrong. Ya see my captain really hates those guys, especially the current head…ah what was his name again? Bell Raizer, really? The third, they seriously named two others with the same name. Are we sure they ain't insane? Well it was a lovely little chat, hope they can somehow fix ya up…"
Rad waved goodbye as Janan was loaded onto an ambulance. The night was rife with strife and Rad still had a place he needed to report back to. I was never one with my fists, but just like everything new here I feel like I'll somehow be pretty damn good at it.
Blood drenched the air, cracks of insanity writhed all across the concrete jungle home to the battle of "Love and Despair". In meteoric yielding, heads started to fly, bloody stems took to the lamp tops, arched sprays of crimson fell onto the chaos. Black rain washed away the frantic fear unfolding on those throwing punches and kicks wildly. Explosions clicked as cars skidded across the flooding streets. At the entrance of the storm stood a lone man, he flicked open his pocket comb, tidying his hair with a dark glare that paused the battle for a millisecond. Without realising, many stopped fighting the moment he stepped up. Like a jolt of lightning, something fierce had begun its prowl. The strong could smell this deadly aura, the chemicals in their brains were firing off to flee, but their desires spoke louder. A fight to the death…