Post by hangmanblues on May 20, 2006 2:17:06 GMT -5
Maybe it's a little premature but I just wrote this -- first thing I have in a while -- and I'm excited enough about the project in general that I figured I'd do the M2K board thing and throw a preview scene up. No one else has seen this so there's probably stuff that'll get cleaned up between here and the final product but X3, Cory, and I have been talking about this for a week or two and I finally got time to sit down and work on it. Anyway, here it is.
* * * * *
Midland, Texas
“Bonnet,” the officer said. “Avery Bonnet!”
Avery felt the man’s footsteps through his legs, sitting there on the bench in the darkest corner of the cell he could find. Back pressed into the concrete wall, the waves shimmied through the tiny holes on either side of his head. He flicked his tongue out -- or his tongue flicked itself out; Avery never did have much control over what that thing did -- and smelled the officer’s body odor on the sweaty summer air.
When the officer spoke again, Avery raised his eyes. The man’s round shape stood on the other side of the bars, a ball of shadow as far as Avery was concerned.
“You got a visitor, freak.”
Avery snorted. He said, “Well it’s about time. I been in here for hours.”
The officer leaned into view and flashed a smirk. “Ain’t your pa, Bonnet. Not this time.”
“What? Mom? She--”
“Boy, you think they’re gonna save your slimy rear this time, you’re dumber than I thought. It’s a big fella, says he’s a teacher.”
Wincing, Avery did a mental check through every teacher he’d ever had and couldn’t come up with a single one who’d even admit they knew him, let alone come to the police station at two-thirty in the morning for his sake.
“No teacher of mine.”
Another shape moved on the other side of the bars. Two heads taller than the officer, broad shoulders, tasting like musk.
It said, “Not yet. Do you mind if I have a moment alone with Avery, officer?”
“Sure. Hell, take ten. I’ll go have a smoke. You need anything?”
“A chair would be nice.”
“Here.” The officer handed a chair over. “This little…this kid almost killed one of my best buddies tonight.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, officer.”
“You’re a teacher, right?” The officer stepped closer to Avery’s visitor. “I’m gonna be outta earshot for ten minutes. Here’s the key. Teach him a lesson.”
“Thank you, officer”
The officer waited, hovering there with his eyes on the visitor, then nodded and left. The visitor exhaled, put the chair in front of the bars, and took a seat. Avery could see him now, his face at least. Long black hair and dark eyes, olive skin, a proud nose. He didn’t speak and looked content enough not to for as long as it took.
Finally, Avery said, “What? What is it? You gonna come get me or what?”
The visitor just shook his head. “Vandalism, DUI -- while underage. Resisting arrest, assault of an officer…this isn‘t going to be an easy fix.”
“I don’t even know who the hell you are,” said Avery.
“My name is James Proudstar.”
* * * * *
Midland, Texas
“Bonnet,” the officer said. “Avery Bonnet!”
Avery felt the man’s footsteps through his legs, sitting there on the bench in the darkest corner of the cell he could find. Back pressed into the concrete wall, the waves shimmied through the tiny holes on either side of his head. He flicked his tongue out -- or his tongue flicked itself out; Avery never did have much control over what that thing did -- and smelled the officer’s body odor on the sweaty summer air.
When the officer spoke again, Avery raised his eyes. The man’s round shape stood on the other side of the bars, a ball of shadow as far as Avery was concerned.
“You got a visitor, freak.”
Avery snorted. He said, “Well it’s about time. I been in here for hours.”
The officer leaned into view and flashed a smirk. “Ain’t your pa, Bonnet. Not this time.”
“What? Mom? She--”
“Boy, you think they’re gonna save your slimy rear this time, you’re dumber than I thought. It’s a big fella, says he’s a teacher.”
Wincing, Avery did a mental check through every teacher he’d ever had and couldn’t come up with a single one who’d even admit they knew him, let alone come to the police station at two-thirty in the morning for his sake.
“No teacher of mine.”
Another shape moved on the other side of the bars. Two heads taller than the officer, broad shoulders, tasting like musk.
It said, “Not yet. Do you mind if I have a moment alone with Avery, officer?”
“Sure. Hell, take ten. I’ll go have a smoke. You need anything?”
“A chair would be nice.”
“Here.” The officer handed a chair over. “This little…this kid almost killed one of my best buddies tonight.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, officer.”
“You’re a teacher, right?” The officer stepped closer to Avery’s visitor. “I’m gonna be outta earshot for ten minutes. Here’s the key. Teach him a lesson.”
“Thank you, officer”
The officer waited, hovering there with his eyes on the visitor, then nodded and left. The visitor exhaled, put the chair in front of the bars, and took a seat. Avery could see him now, his face at least. Long black hair and dark eyes, olive skin, a proud nose. He didn’t speak and looked content enough not to for as long as it took.
Finally, Avery said, “What? What is it? You gonna come get me or what?”
The visitor just shook his head. “Vandalism, DUI -- while underage. Resisting arrest, assault of an officer…this isn‘t going to be an easy fix.”
“I don’t even know who the hell you are,” said Avery.
“My name is James Proudstar.”