“Hey, do you even know how to drive this thing at all?”Dorian took a sharp curve and glared at his passenger, “Shut the fuck up.”He switched gears and slammed his foot on the pedal immediately. The car tires screeched as the vehicle careened forward and with that, they were zooming off. They were well across the speed limit.Dorian could feel his heart pounding in his chest and adrenaline spiking his blood. This car couldn’t get dented. It wasn’t even his. Connor would never speak to him again if he returned the car with bullet dents all over it and that was what would probably happen.Dorian executed a quick combination of movements, setting the car on reverse, backing up slowly, and tilting the vehicle to the side before making a full 360 turn and zooming off again. The man in the backseat began to clap.“Wooww, that was so cool!”Dorian gritted out another response and it was two words, “Shut up.” He eased the car into a faster speed and focused on what was happening above. The
Dorian drove the car to a secluded spot close to a lagoon and gave one order, “Get out.”His passenger obeyed immediately, not looking very enthusiastic about doing it but not protesting either, like living was not assured and he expected he would die anyway. The system appeared in its physical form and Dorian jumped slightly again when the oddly colored cat began to talk, “So what are you going to do?”Dorian clasped his hand over his heart for a while before replying, “I’ll make us jump into the lagoon.” The fat cat scoffed, “You’re going to make the man who just told you a whole lot about an assassination attempt on his life jump into a lagoon? Are you listening to yourself, Dorian?”Dorian felt worry flicker through his heart but he nodded, sure of his decision. “Yeah, I'm sure of my decision. I have a plan.”The system nodded sarcastically and the cat cocked its head to the side, “Try not to die okay. I’d hate to have to look for another host from the bottom of the sea.”The cat
Tuesday would forever be remembered by the employees of Ivandoe Conglomerate as an eventful day because it was the day their boss, after miraculously being deposited at the door of the safehouse by a strange person, woke up from a coma gasping and hollering loudly, “Where is he? Where’s… don’t let us drown. We better not drow…”Der Van Haskell was completely out of his wits and still woozy from the force of the concussion he had suffered to the head. The doctors approached him calmly, soothing him and putting him back to rest.They whispered softly. “There there, Mr. Van. It’s alright. You’re in the safehouse now. You’re safe.”The doctors around him all thought he was delusional but Der Van Haskell frowned with impatience. He knew what he was talking about, yet the darkness that seized him and pulled him under didn’t give him the chance to elaborate. He knew he had to find the boy thoughHe had to find that boy.Dorian squeezed out water from his shirt as he sat down in the park and
The system hadn’t been bluffing when it said the car was safe and unharmed.Dorian activated the god’s eye again and he carefully scoured through the surrounding areas. There weren't any signs of the assassins.In fact, a couple was making out in the alleyway just a few blocks down. The system seized its opportunity immediately, “Are you gonna use the surveillance system to watch people having sex now?”Dorian blinked that image away and sneered lightly at the judgy system. Who said he was going to watch them?Dorian fished Connor’s car keys from the plastic bag he had tied all their things in and opened the door. He threw the back in the bag and sighed to himself, activating the god’s eye yet again and keeping a keen eye out for everything that was going on. The system gave a pissed scoff at Dorian’s caution but he ignored it and drove off, carefully and steadily.After going a few miles Dorian frowned and asked the system a question, “Why aren’t the assassins coming after me? They m
Connor was already laughing with his friend over a couple cups of drinks by the time Dorian arrived and they welcomed him warmly.Connor asked how he found work today and Dorian said it was good, chuckling nervously at the fact that Connor had chosen to specifically ask him about work. Something about it was fishy, and when Connor finally pulled out a video that had gone viral on the internet and the city’s social media space today, Dorian finally took the drink they offered him and gave it a shy sip to mask his expression. That was the car alright.That was Connor’s car, the car he had lent Dorian for regular Uber jobs but which Dorian had now used to engage in a high-speed chase and even got on video.“The police are never gonna find that car.” Dorian choked on his drink slightly and pounded his chest as he asked, “W… what?”Connor’s friend who had made the comment chuckled and gestured to the video, “The car. The police are never gonna find it. The license plate has been blurred
Dave bid them goodbye with a slightly wizened smile on his face and Connor booed him out of the bar and into a cab because it was obvious Dave couldn’t keep his drinks in.As Dorian chuckled, Connor grinned and wore a slight smile on his face, “Dave’s never been much of a drinker, but I guess that’s good. He needs his concentration for school and it’s better he knows resorting to alcohol will give him a killer headache.”Dorian chuckled bitterly as he commented, “Been there.”He and Connor began walking down a path and they spoke casually. Connor asked if he had made up with his girlfriend yet but Dorian scoffed and gritted his teeth in anger, “I’d rather kiss my father’s shoes than get back with her. She called the freaking cops on my Maybach, still don’t know how I'll get that car back.”Connor laughed lightly and swaggered forward with a slight bounce in his step, “Don’t worry, Conny’s got ya covered. You’ll get the car back.”Dorian nodded because for some reason he believed that.
“Good morning, welcome to KYC news channel and I am Nadia Helio, thank you for tuning in. This is the morning news at 6. For the daily headlines, a man was found brutally battered in an alleyway of the bustling Torin neighborhood last night.Police say his nose was brutally broken, his jaw smashed in and several teeth missing. Speculation is that he was involved in a gang altercation. Further inspection of the unconscious male identified him as a member of the neighborhood gang popularly known as the “Blacktips” and inside sources say he is a high-ranking member, different from most low-level goons. Further investigations are still ongoing but our specialists say it is possible the injured man might face jail time after he’s been treated.Some…”Dorian cut off the video feed from his phone immediately and groaned loudly. He messed up. He messed up bad!The system commented from the bed it was seated on as that weird cat, ~I’m sure they won’t kill you so fast Dorian, they’ll probably
~This is bad. You know that right?~Dorian scoffed and backed his car into the parking lot, “You didn’t complain when I used it to make money before.”~Because you were in danger of death. It was fine then because you didn’t want to die, now it’s not because you’re just gonna make sure there are more drunk dolts like you roaming the city~Dorian kept his eyes on his approaching patron and judged the man’s outfit and his general demeanor. He didn’t look drunk, but drunk people barely ever looked drunk when they were suffering from a hangover and this guy looked like he was suffering from one of those.He opened the car door, plopped into the backseat, and gave only one command, “Drive.”Dorian nodded and obeyed because as the saying goes in the business world, “The customer is always right.”The system sneered and shook its head while glaring at Dorian in its mental space, ~Have you imagined what the world would say if they found out you’re doing this Dorian?~ Dorian chuckled and scoff