The Legendary Mechanic Novels & Stories

The brass shined dully from the small slot in the ignition. She growled lightly, furious at her carelessness. She needed to be more careful; this old piece of junk was extremely frail. Terra stomped back inside the gas station, too tired to be angry anymore. She leaned on the counter, slightly from exhaustion, and spoke carefully to the thin man. “Do you know where the mechanic is?” The man, whose name tag said ‘Stewart’ studied her for a second as if amazed she was still there. He looked out the only window in her car before looking back at her.

She took out her helmet and tossed it inside the driver’s seat. The Head Mechanic, Robert, who directly stood near the engine side nodded. He had a graying hair, an overgrowth of beard and wrinkles in his forehead that was expected of a forty-year-old. “Yes, many thanks Cait, ” he stated with a pat on her back. “You really have a talent on fixing engines.”

But, if he doesn't bring her, anyhow his Legacy will be shattered. Within a week Myra's visa got approved. She started packing. She was looking through her mom's wardrobe when she found the ring with a black stone. It was her favourite since her childhood. Her mother used to say that after her mom, she has the right to wear it. When she decided to move out from here for a few weeks, she decided to wear it. Under the ring, nicely a name was engraved.

“Fine.” Shielded by the feminine contraption, Danny sloshed up the driveway and looked into the window. A large-bellied, balding man in his mid-forties lay on his back under a propped up BMW, a wrench in one grease-covered hand and a flashlight in the other. The single bulb above the car afforded little extra help. Danny rapped on the dirty window. The mechanic craned his neck to see if the sound was a figment of his imagination. His shaggy brow furrowed and he wiped it with the back of his hand. An oil streak joined the existing many. “Who’s there?” he hollered.

Five years ago, Sophie Bennett and I had a lavish wedding. But for five years, she kept refusing to make our marriage legal. Every time, the reason was Daniel Pierce. He'd been born with a heart condition, she said. He couldn't handle the shock. We'd have to put off the paperwork a little longer. One day, I looked at the wedding photo on our table and finally asked, "His condition isn't going away. Does that mean you'll never legally marry me?" Sophie pointed at the photograph, disappointment written all over her face. "Ethan, I never knew you could be so heartless. Daniel and I grew up together. I can't just abandon him! Besides, we've done everything a married couple does. Is that pie

I gave him a pleading look. He shook his head. “I’m sorry, miss. We don’t work that way.” A car screeched to a halt behind us, and I turned to check. It was the tattooed killer and his black Jeep Grand Cherokee! How had I forgotten him? Strangely, the mechanic smiled at him. “What’s up, bro?” “Just dropping by to meet Joe. Is he in?” “Yes.” They hugged, and I groaned, turning to trudge back to my car. Maybe I would look for another auto repair shop.

“He wasn’t going to talk, Lys. And even if he did, everything that came out of his mouth would have been a lie. It’s better this way.” I turned to the mechanic who stood there watching the whole scene, his eyes wide with terror and he stepped back as I pointed at the dead body. “See that?” I told him, my voice deadly cold and hard. “That's what happens to anyone who tries to screw me or my brother over.” The mechanic swallowed hard and nodded quickly, his hands shaking visibly. “I-I didn’t mean any harm, honest.” I stepped closer, towering over him. “I don’t care. You tried to set us up.”

“No. Educate me.” I shake my head. “I think you better go back to mechanic’s school. Everyone knows what a four-eleven is.” “I never went to mechanic’s school,” he says, grabbing a tool and reaching into the engine somewhere. I can’t see where his hand is, but he’s cranking on something. The muscles of his arms bulge and ripple with the effort, making my mouth go a little dry. “How’d you learn how to do all this?” I ask, waving at the engine. “Trial and error. Rebel. Books.”

"Brooke, you're our only hope. We've managed to fix most of the bugs somehow, but there's still one left. Please, you have to help us!" I couldn't help but chuckle as I gently pried her hands off my shoulders. "What's the rush? If you can fix the other bugs, you can definitely handle the last one too. Have faith in Ms. Richmond's abilities. If she says it can be done, then it will be. Just relax." Just then, Sandy strode over with a look of pure triumph. There was none of the usual frantic exhaustion from all-night debugging sessions on her face. Following close behind her was a gaunt-faced man and a beaming Dustin.

And why she wanted to kidnap me from Death? Suddenly, the whole place shook as consecutive explosions reverberated meters away from me. Sophia and Death’s movements became faster until my eyes could not follow their every move anymore. I can only see yellow and blue lights colliding with each other. But in every collision of the two lights, there were powerful sound of explosions, causing tremors in the surroundings. “Mr. Assistant, can you do something with Limited Horizon that can give me the ability to follow every movement of Sophia and Death?" “Report: Please use your imagination so that I can visualize the thing you requested.”