[DN] Guns, Blades, Cars, and Video Games [Matt]

Red.

Shiny.

Fast.

Those were the first thoughts that crossed my mind as I stood in the parking garage of the airport. A lot of shiny things caught my attention. Just most of them had sharp points and a handle. There were a few exceptions to that, and one of them happened to be cars. And right now that’s what had my full attention. I had stopped as soon as I had seen it. I’d kill someone for a car, if I liked it enough. I had before, actually. No, I couldn’t say I’d killed someone for their car, but I will admit that I had taken a guy’s car after I’d finished one of my jobs… okay, maybe I’d taken two cars from two different dead guys. Aston Martin V12 Vanquish; need I say more? Yet my favorite of the two was the bright red Alfa Romeo 8C Competizione I’d driven away after finishing off a drug lord. I had put them in storage back near my old mafia’s location. I’m sure I’ll return to get them one day. Hopefully.

But that’s not what had stopped me in my tracks in the parking garage. This wasn’t something new, this was a classic. Its candy apple red paint job set it apart. It practically screamed to be noticed; and to be stolen. There was no doubt in my mind; I HAD to have that car. A 1970 Dodge Challenger sat before me. Vanishing Point flashed into my head at that point. Yes. I had to have this car. I could easily hot wire it. Then to my dismay, a figure stepped in between myself and the object of my desire. Damn him.

“Are you just going to stand there drooling over it or are you going to get in?”

I looked up at Matt. Had he just asked me if I was going to get in? Wait. Was that HIS? I looked around him, pointing at the car.

“Yes. That’s mine. I’m pretty sure Mello’s not going to let you ride with him, so get in,” He ordered heading t o the driver’s seat. I heard another engine rev a few cars down, but there was no way it was a car engine. I looked over to see Mello speed past me on a bike, a very nice one I might add. Maybe I should start being nice to these guys, so I can drive their forms of transportation. I liked bikes, and I wanted the one Mello had, but I was obsessed with old cars, or cars in general. Turning, I headed to Matt’s Challenger and threw my luggage in the trunk. I heard the engine start and quickly, if not overly excited, jumped into the passenger seat. I knew I was smiling as I looked over the interior. It was in almost perfect condition. I HAD to have this car.

“So, you like cars, huh?” He asked while lighting a cigarette. I gave him a slight smile nodding my head. He smirked before peeling out of the garage. The ride consisted of high speeds, sharp turns, and running anything that vaguely resembled a stop sign or a red light. I couldn’t resist smiling. Not only was this my type of car, but this was my type of driving.

“You’re a strange girl, you know that?” He said while cutting off an SUV. The windows were rolled down, and I pushed my hair out of my eyes before giving him a quizzical look.

“Come on, I really don’t have to explain it to you, do I?”

I just looked at him. I knew I wasn’t normal, but no one had actually ever flat out called me strange.

He scoffed, cigarette still in his mouth, “Well for one, you’re in the mafia. Most girls don’t grow up saying ‘I want to be in the mafia when I grow up.’ And I mean, you’re what, 19, 20 tops? So you’re around my age. And it’s really weird someone so young could get involved with that, especially you being a girl and all. You’re extremely quick, and skilled with guns and knives. I’ve been curious about that ever since the limo ride with you. That’s unusual. You like dangerous things, and killing people. If you think that’s normal, you live in one strange little world. Oh, and you like cars. Most girls don’t like cars. So yes, you’re strange. You’re very strange, Sadie. And I still don’t understand why you won’t talk. Most girls can’t keep their mouths shut.”

Had he been analyzing me from the moment we met? It seemed like it. It made me slightly uncomfortable. But I noticed an up coming red light and quickly shook off the thought. I glanced at him briefly before taking off my seatbelt.

“What the hell are you doing?” He asked, stopping as the traffic crossed in front of us. This was the first time we’d actually stopped since leaving the garage, and I planned on taking advantage of it. I pointed at the steering wheel, and motioned for him to get out. I wanted to drive. He could take the passenger seat.

“Like hell I’m letting you drive my car,” He said shaking his head. I frowned. He left me no other choice. I reached over, cutting off the car and taking the keys.

Dumbfounded, he stared at me through his goggles, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

I smiled, holding up the keys and pointing at the wheel. I always get what I want. Always. And that had been far too easy.

He cringed slightly, “Fine. Just. Don’t kill it. Please?”

I laughed, crawling across and starting the car back up as he ran to the passenger side and climbed in. I watched him fumble with the seatbelt. Suddenly, the light turned. I did the one thing any normal person in a fast car would do at a just-turned light: I gunned it.

“Just keep going straight,” He mumbled. I’m sure I heard him mutter a string of curse words under his breath. I mashed the gas pedal a little harder, blowing past a few cars. After that luckily for us the road was pretty much deserted. That meant I could go as fast as I wanted to without any unnecessary braking. At one point he flipped out when I drifted it around a sharp turn, almost taking out a Yukon. I just laughed. I was a lot better driver than he thought. I deserved a bit more credit.

“Alright, we’ve had enough fun, it’s time to go to my place,” He said throwing his cigarette out the window. “Turn around, we’ve got to go back to the city.”

I looked at him. We’d just been doing this for fun? I thought we’d actually been going somewhere. It was odd, in my opinion, but I did what he said. I wasn’t used to just going out and doing this kind of stuff for no reason. Usually it was running from the cops due to traffic violations. Oh well. I slammed on the brakes, spinning the car around until it was in the other lane, heading back the way we came. I was enjoying this too much.

“I won’t lie, you’re actually a pretty damn good driver,” He commented. “Now if we could just work on your people skills.”

The rest of the ride was fairly uneventful. Eventually we reached Matt’s place. I was exhausted by the time we pulled in. I hadn’t slept since before the Boss had been killed, so I was highly sleep deprived. I yawned as I followed matt to his apartment. He’d got my luggage out for me so I didn’t have to worry about carrying that.

As soon as I walked in the door I headed straight for the couch in the center of the room, and collapsed onto it. I faintly heard him say something about me carrying my own luggage before the room faded into black.