For Tellesco. He had fallen in love with a dead girl. And he was the only one who would ever see her again. He had never been kissed. For whatever reasons. Ya know.
Volta. Never Been Kissed.
Tellesco watched Sean look at the abyss, and he shivered. It was cold in the car. He looked down at his hands in his lap. The rain poured down into his car, through the window Sean had smashed open minutes before with his big fists.
He wanted to follow Sean, but he chust couldn’t.
No, you must not fault Tellesco here for his cowardice. It would take quite a lot for this young man to finally find his own mettle. But when he did, he would become a force of nature.
You see, he felt a presence in the car.
Through the open window, the crashing rain opened a portal of sorts.
His eyes stung with salt water, as he sat, looking at his arm that had, for a few hours after the Figgin Episode, appeared to be in the shape of a snail.
The screws and the rods in his arm cried in pain. But there was something else.
Love at first sight, in a hidden stairwell, in a mansion now baptized with water and fire.
Can you believe it?
How can someone fall in love with the glint of a dead girl, strapped into an airplane seat thousands of miles away, off the coast of France, on its way to Germany?
An airplane at the bottom of the ocean, a night flight that had crashed into the sea?
Tellesco was in love with a dead girl. For whatever reasons, perhaps we revisit this earthly plane over and over again to re-connect with a soul we have known all along.
Call it Déjà vu, or the feeling like you have awakened from a dream that you wish to get back to, have you ever seen a person that you wanted to talk to, but you never got the chance?
A chance meeting, or even a glint of someone, and you always think of: "What could have happened if I had stopped and said hi?"
You never get a second chance.
He felt a hand on his arm, and he felt strength.
He had never been kissed by a girl in this lifetime, yet, and that was because of his own shit he had to deal with.
He looked up, and he saw her in the passenger seat.
Instead of screaming out loud and bailing out of the car like any one of us would do, he smiled.
It felt like home.
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N.E.R.D. Rock Star.
Sean looked into the abyss and he knew that he would have to go balls to the wall, petal to the metal, and scream into the direction of hell.
He thumped the accelerator down to the floor, and his automobile awoke.
This would not end well.
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In the distance between the oncoming pairs of cars driven by purple robes searching for mayhem and the ones behind them, a new set of lights appeared.
In the rain that punished the valley of the Sans Joking River Valley, a long, sleek, black as death, gleaming and glinty hearse joined the fray.
It had a circle A spray painted on its side.
The driver had an evil grin on his fat face.
He would bring his own mayhem to the party.
His grin glinted with a hundred fangs.
God Help You.
God Help Us All.