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[September 15] [Near Dark] A Thousand Miles (11/26)
Title: A Thousand Miles (11/26)
Day/Theme: September 15th/Your eyes closed
Series: Near Dark
Characters: Severen, Jesse, Diamondback
Rating: PG
Severen had an odd habit of sleeping standing up. He seemed to have an easy enough time going to sleep in the backseat, those times when they had the windows blacked out and were still looking for a place to stop come sunrise. But when they found a motel he would let Jesse and Diamondback have the bed, and instead of taking a chair or even the floor Severen would sleep leaning against one wall, beside the door.
When Diamondback asked Jesse about it, he laughed. "Used to be worse," he told her, "used to keep his eyes open, too."
Their current hunting habits were relatively tame; during their first few years wandering about midwestern America together, neither Jesse nor Severen had been particularly careful about cleaning up after themselves. Why should they be? By the time anyone started looking for them they'd be on the road again. And even if someone managed to track them, what could a couple ordinary people do? Shoot them? Arrest them? Jesse and Severen were too strong to be taken down. Too fast. Hell, they'd hear anyone trying to sneak up on them long before they got near enough to try anything.
Severen was young enough that all he wanted was to revel in this new life, the power and the freedom of it. And Jesse was young enough still to go along with it.
They were in southern Oklahoma when the cops caught up with them. They hadn't put enough miles behind them over the past few nights, and someone had recognized their faces at the bar, called the police. They were in the middle of eating when the authorities showed up.
They'd been right, of course, that they were too strong to be arrested, to strong to be killed; the police became just a few more corpses in that bar. But someone must have stayed outside, must have followed them, because the next time the cops found them, they didn't try to arrest them first. Jesse and Severen were sound asleep when their motel door was kicked off its hinges, letting the sunlight fall right onto the beds.
The cops died. Jesse and Severen lived. But the motel went up in flames, and their days of carefree hunting went with it. It was a long time before either of them slept easily again.
Day/Theme: September 15th/Your eyes closed
Series: Near Dark
Characters: Severen, Jesse, Diamondback
Rating: PG
Severen had an odd habit of sleeping standing up. He seemed to have an easy enough time going to sleep in the backseat, those times when they had the windows blacked out and were still looking for a place to stop come sunrise. But when they found a motel he would let Jesse and Diamondback have the bed, and instead of taking a chair or even the floor Severen would sleep leaning against one wall, beside the door.
When Diamondback asked Jesse about it, he laughed. "Used to be worse," he told her, "used to keep his eyes open, too."
Their current hunting habits were relatively tame; during their first few years wandering about midwestern America together, neither Jesse nor Severen had been particularly careful about cleaning up after themselves. Why should they be? By the time anyone started looking for them they'd be on the road again. And even if someone managed to track them, what could a couple ordinary people do? Shoot them? Arrest them? Jesse and Severen were too strong to be taken down. Too fast. Hell, they'd hear anyone trying to sneak up on them long before they got near enough to try anything.
Severen was young enough that all he wanted was to revel in this new life, the power and the freedom of it. And Jesse was young enough still to go along with it.
They were in southern Oklahoma when the cops caught up with them. They hadn't put enough miles behind them over the past few nights, and someone had recognized their faces at the bar, called the police. They were in the middle of eating when the authorities showed up.
They'd been right, of course, that they were too strong to be arrested, to strong to be killed; the police became just a few more corpses in that bar. But someone must have stayed outside, must have followed them, because the next time the cops found them, they didn't try to arrest them first. Jesse and Severen were sound asleep when their motel door was kicked off its hinges, letting the sunlight fall right onto the beds.
The cops died. Jesse and Severen lived. But the motel went up in flames, and their days of carefree hunting went with it. It was a long time before either of them slept easily again.