Anonymous Mon 19 Aug 2024 19:56:41 No.68407533 Report

>>68407511
Naser route ending 1. Nascar must be involved one way or another.

Anonymous Mon 19 Aug 2024 20:19:55 No.68408159 Report

>>68407533

>I strap in as Naser starts the car. Always likes to take us on little drives around the bluffs. Cool air and nice music to clear some frustration. God we need it today.
>He pulls from school almost silently as we go. I consider starting the conversation, asking him how his day was. I can't open my mouth to do so. A weight of guilt and pressure holds my jaw taught. I wonder if he's forgiven me yet for outing us to his parents.
>I look over his face. Flat and empty. No smile nor scowl. It's chilling. Almost determined. No need to break it. I'll just do as I always and enjoy the moment as we go.
>He takes us up to the usual route, round the highway and up near the park. I start to motion for the radio as we get to a gliding pace. I find my hand stopped.
>A side-eye is pointed at me. He's ready to speak. My hand slowly retreats to the armrest and he breathes in.
>"Anon." Serious and forward. We're doing this. I swallow.
>"Yeah?" I worriedly follow.
>"I forgive you for doing that. You're right, it need to be said sooner rather than later. Not like we could hide it forever." There's a calmness in him. It sets off something primal in my head. I push it away and smile.
>"I hope it works out." He chuckles dryly at my well-wishing.
>"They're kicking me out." I lock up.
>"No fag will live on their dollar. They made that very clear." He's gripping the wheel hard enough to start to wound it. I watch his knuckles whiten as they tighten. I listen in horror.
>"Perfect little boy all these years and all it took was one day. One admittance. One mark." He cackles again. It's rattling and chilling. It bears intention.
>"I-It'll work out, I promise." I start to reach for his arm. I can't force my hand to him.
>I notice a noise. The engine's pushing, hard. I glance forward to see us speeding through traffic. Speedometer is climbing. I start to panic.
>"Naser!" I finally grasp at his arm. He shirks me off. I get a scowled and furious glance.
cont.

Anonymous Mon 19 Aug 2024 20:33:00 No.68408465 Report

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>>68408159
>"I overheard you the other day." My mind zeroes.
>"Your phone call with your dad. I couldn't help it. You're leaving, huh?" I rack myself for an answer. A lie, anything. All I can offer is a quiet nod. He knows about my ultimatum, now.
>The engine roars harder as he speaks through gritted teeth.
>"So I get to be all alone. How. Goddamned. Fun." He's nothing but a knot of fury. I sink into my seat as best I can.
>I watch petrified as his face goes from anger to a knife's edge smile. Fanged teeth poking through as he does.
>"So let's enjoy ourselves for just a bit. We've got time." Slowly and deliberately he unbuckles his seat belt.
>He then points his face directly at me. Eyes no longer on the road I panic. He doesn't hesitate and leans in to kiss me.
>I fight him a bit but it's no use. His mouth meets mine and I hear tires screech. It's a flash.
>Rocking, shattering, screeching and pops of exploding air. The world spins, glass slams me and I'm battered.
>After a few moments it's still. Everything hurts, everything spins. I lazily open an eye. Blurred vision betrays but one image.
>A shape. Odd angles and many colors laying in the distance. There's something wrong with it.
>In my confusion I try to focus as well as I can. The surroundings come first. It's slanted.
>Brown and green. Rock wall meets grass. I blink.
>The shape lies in the grass a ahead. Realization creeps in. Person.
>I absentmindedly try to move. My body refuses. I glance down to see red. Lots of it. Vivid and terrifying.
>I look back up. My brain sparks. There's something off about the figure. I can tell on first glance but can't put my finger on it.
>My heart pumps loudly. Eye blinks slowly. I see what's wrong now.
>The body faces me, torso up. The head doesn't. Features start to appear as I gaze on.
>No.
>Saurian. Brown, wearing tan pants and a jacket. I know. I know but can't fathom. The notion slides off me as I try to stick it.
>Disbelief. Anger. Disgust. Anguish. Nothing.
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Anonymous Mon 19 Aug 2024 20:35:26 No.68408534 Report

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>>68408465
>Adrenaline dies out and so does my consciousness. My eye shuts and I go limp.
>To my despair I find myself opening my eyes again. Reality sits patiently. I hesitate addressing it. I don't need to be told. I don't want to be told. I want to live in the world before. I don't want to be alone.

Fin, enjoy your suffering.

>>68407567
Next, few minute break first.