vingt: man like me part two teaser
My racing heart beat rapidly against my ribs, breath hitching as the anxious feeling surged through my body to its very core as I dashed outside the diner and returned to the smoldering heat of the sun once again. "Hey!", I called out hoarsely, throat remaining arid and dry, swearing that my vocal cords were shriveling like a raisin. Sharp orbs flickered around the deserted town, searching for the figure or whatever the head of hair had belonged to. My head snapped to the right, my peripheral vision catching movement. The young child had dashed around the side of the diner, the red cap falling off his head as it fluttered lightly to the floor. I jogged after him, crouching as I ran to grasp the hat between my fingertips, straightening and rounding the diner's worn and dusty walls. "Wait!", I forcefully called out once more, the kid now in my sights once again. He didn't even glance back, just continued to run as if I were some complete psycho. My lips curved slowly into a small smirk as I began to catch up, reaching out with my free hand as it just skimmed the top of his matching red hoodie. Speaking of, who wears a hoodie in two hundred and fifty degree weather? And he was running like I was nuts? A small chuckle worked its way to my throat but I forced it down, recalling what had happened when I tried to cough with my dried throat, certainly not wanting to repeat that again. Choking wasn't exactly a favorite. Extending my fingers once again as I ran forward, stumbling slightly upon the loose pebbles beneath my sneakers, they curled at the contact of the hoodie. Yes, my brain screamed as I adjusted my hold, stopping the kid in his tracks. I saw him completly freeze, neck muscles tensing visibly.
The smirk tugged at the corner of my lips, yet I wondered why he had yet to turn and look at the stranger that had caught him red handed. Doing what, I wasn't certain, but it was obviously something for him to take off running like that. Unfortunately, as my hand extended to turn him around, the kid had unzipped the hoodie and took off running once again. I gave an exasperated sigh, eyes flickering and drawn the objects that he had lost. His hat and .. a snickers bar? My stomach chose the perfect moment to let out a roar of hunger as I quickly snatched up the candy, practically inhaling it just as quickly as my fingers could unwrap it. My mouth now full and bulging at the sugary treat of the gods, I grasped the red ballcap between my fingers, wincing as I accidently got a smudge of chocolate on the beak of the hat. I twirled it in my hands as I gazed up, the kid now no where in sight and I wasn't any closer to finding water or answers for that matter. My eyes unconsciously returned to the cap, my heart giving a jolt as it felt as though the blood in my veins washed out through the soles of my shoes. On the label of the cap was a name written in ink, faded from the hat's constant wearing, yet quite discernable. Yes, my name. The red ballcap slipped from my fingers as I stared at it in shock, as if expecting it to transform into some sort of creature and bite me on the neck as it sucked at my blood .. except there would be none .. as it would currently be forming a thick and sticky puddle beneath my converse-clad feet. "Oh hell."
The smirk tugged at the corner of my lips, yet I wondered why he had yet to turn and look at the stranger that had caught him red handed. Doing what, I wasn't certain, but it was obviously something for him to take off running like that. Unfortunately, as my hand extended to turn him around, the kid had unzipped the hoodie and took off running once again. I gave an exasperated sigh, eyes flickering and drawn the objects that he had lost. His hat and .. a snickers bar? My stomach chose the perfect moment to let out a roar of hunger as I quickly snatched up the candy, practically inhaling it just as quickly as my fingers could unwrap it. My mouth now full and bulging at the sugary treat of the gods, I grasped the red ballcap between my fingers, wincing as I accidently got a smudge of chocolate on the beak of the hat. I twirled it in my hands as I gazed up, the kid now no where in sight and I wasn't any closer to finding water or answers for that matter. My eyes unconsciously returned to the cap, my heart giving a jolt as it felt as though the blood in my veins washed out through the soles of my shoes. On the label of the cap was a name written in ink, faded from the hat's constant wearing, yet quite discernable. Yes, my name. The red ballcap slipped from my fingers as I stared at it in shock, as if expecting it to transform into some sort of creature and bite me on the neck as it sucked at my blood .. except there would be none .. as it would currently be forming a thick and sticky puddle beneath my converse-clad feet. "Oh hell."