“Smooth.” Ryan leaned against the car, his hands jammed deep into the pockets of his rain jacket. “That was therapeutic.”Levitan walked away from Akio’s corpse, still puffing on the cigarette. “Yeah, well, I’m still feelin’ kinda fucked up ‘bout being a prisoner for five years.” They leaned against the car, next to Akio, and pulled on their leather jacket. It was chilly out.Levitan could hardly believe that Ryan had held onto that jacket for all this time. It can’t have been easy. It was one of their most valuable possessions. When they checked the pockets, they’d found the pack of cigarettes, and even their wallet. There was no cash in it, but there were a few photos.“Lev?”“Yeah, Squirt?”“What did they do to you, in there?”They blew a smoke ring. “The list of things they didn’t do to me is shorter than the list of stuff they did.”“Dang. Well, what didn’t they do to you?”“They didn’t treat me nice or give me candy.” They chuckled.Ryan huffed and folded his arms. “It ain’t fun
Ryan was shivering. It had gotten even colder in the last few minutes. “So… now what’re we gonna do?”“Honestly? I don’t think anyone could’ve planned this.” Levitan sat on the hood of the car.“Wanna… try again?” asked Ryan. “I could run him over.”“ Please don’t, ” said Akio. He was starting to get tired of being scared and had instead resolved to be exasperated.“Lemme check something.” Levitan stood and walked over to Akio. They nudged his leg with their boot. “Hmm.”“What?” he asked.“Your leg ain’t broken.” Levitan scratched their jaw. “Well, ain’t this a puzzle?” They pulled out their switchblade. “Gotta try somethin’.”Akio jerked away and tried to shuffle backwards, pressing himself into the tree. “ No! P-please don’t! ”“Stop whinin’, you big baby.” Levitan grabbed his bound wrists and made a small cut on the back of his hand. “There. That’s all. Quit your cryin’, or I’ll give you somethin’ to really cry ‘bout.”Akio pouted and huffed. He muttered some obscenities under his
Akio woke up in the motel room, which was weird because he was pretty sure that wasn’t where he fell asleep. He was on the floor, still wearing his bloody button-up, grimy bowtie, and stained lab coat. A grey towel that had once been white had been thrown over him in lieu of a blanket, and there was a small pile of clothes next to his head. His glasses sat on top. There was a teeny crack along the edge of one of the lenses. Great.He sat up and yawned, scratching the back of his neck. Light was streaming in through a gap in the curtains. On the bed, the lump of blankets and pillows shifted. He put on his glasses so he could see.Levitan and Ryan were tangled up together, pressed so close it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. Ryan had his limbs wrapped around Levitan, whose head was tilted back. They were snoring loudly.The clock on the side table said 8:40 in little red LED digits. Akio’s clothes were gross and crusty and he was pretty sure he had blood and g
It had been five years since Levitan had eaten waffles. Next to cigarettes, waffles were probably their favourite indulgence.The three of them were sitting in Denny’s. Ryan had a massive pile of food in front of him, consisting of sausages, bacon, pancakes, waffles, hash browns, smashed browns, with syrup and whipped cream on top of everything, and was shovelling it into his mouth faster than seemed humanly possible. Then again, Levitan remembered what it was like to be fifteen and have the appetite of ten men. It was so long ago.Akio had picked out plain pancakes with no sides. Boring, but he mumbled something about having an upset stomach and Levitan didn’t care enough to ask. It was also stupid, because this was probably gonna be his last meal for a long, long time if Levitan had anything to say about it.Levitan had their waffles, bacon, and black coffee. The daily paper was in their hand. A good breakfast, in their opinion. Nothing to complain about.Ryan slugged back his secon
In Akio’s mind, this was going a lot better than it could have gone, potentially. They were in a car, driving across the country to Los Angeles, and he wasn’t stuck in a hole. Yet.Ryan had taken control of the radio and had changed the station to punk rock. “London Calling” was blasting through the speakers.Akio looked out through the window at the passing signs and billboards. A green sign that said “Cambridge 10 Miles” zipped by. He gave a small sigh. This whole venture wasreallynot gonna end well for him, not at all.It was starting to get dark out. There were fewer cars on the road. Akio was desperately trying to think his way out of this situation, but at this point… he was just so tired. He didn’t have any energy left to think. He hadn’t eaten since breakfast, he hadn’t slept more than fou
Levitan browsed the racks at the thrift shop, trying to keep their head steady and stay focussed. Their mission was to find some shirts to add to the duffel bag of clothes in the back of the car. It had been two days, and the tank top they were wearing was already gross and grimy.Once again, they were staggered by the amount ofchoicesthey had.They hadn’t counted on how much the outside world wouldoverwhelmthem with all thepeopleandnoisesandcolours.Every little detail from crows on the telephone lines to the fibres of their shirt were new and fascinating and required attention. As exciting as it all was, it was almost too much to deal with.Levitan had the basket over one arm. They felt the fabric of one shirt with their hand, then the fabric of the next. Jesus, how were they supposed to
Another day of driving, and they were in Nevada. There was no snow here, the skies were clear, and Akio was beginning to realize that his plan was probably not going to work. How thehellwas he supposed to get back to New York with no money? He should have run for it when they were in still Pennsylvania.Well, he was never much good at these kinds of things.He had somehow managed to score shotgun. Ryan sat in the back seat, playing on his gameboy, his lanky legs curled up to his chest. He honestly had no idea how this happened, but Levitan asked if he wanted to control the radio and Ryan had wordlessly climbed into the back.Weird, he supposed, but kinda cool.He was watching the hills roll by. It was sunny and warm, he’d ditched his jean jacket in favour of a rolling stones t-shirt. Levitan’s jacket was sitting beside them for once, which meant that Akio
Akio woke with a pounding headache and a crick in his neck. He was lying on dusty, reddish-brown dirt that stuck to the sweat on his cheek. He groaned as sensation came back into his body, namely the sensation ofpain. “Ow…”“Hey.”He looked up. Levitan was sitting next to him, leaning against a boulder in the shade. Their stomach was covered in blood, there was a new hole in their shirt, and they were smoking a cigarette.“Hey,” he croaked. “What’s going…” He looked down at his body, trying to situate himself, and he realized that something was very wrong. “Oh my god, my neck is broken!”“Here, lemme help you with that.” Levitan reached over, took Akio’s head in their hands, and with one quick movement, snapped his neck back in place with a gross cra