Dan + Jen (1993?)

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Lamborghini Countach by Josh Anderson, pencil, 1995

 

I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to see her. But how? She lived over 150 miles away. Besides, she wasn’t my girlfriend. Oh but I had to see her. The urge over came me. I got into my 1985 Renault. I started it up and backed out of the driveway. I barely knew how to drive the stick shift and I didn’t even know the way to Rosdniw, the town Jennifer now lived in. But to see her would easily make up for my problems. As I drove down the highway, I thought of the years she lived in the same town as me, Giarc, and that we met at church when we were little. I thought of last year when I found out she was going to have to move. The anger of that thought made me speed. But I could not get my small car above 60mph. Finally I decided to stop at a gas station and get a map. When I did I was surprised to find out that I was going the right way and I only had 20 more miles to go. Those 20 miles went quick and when I saw the sign that said Rosdniw, I began to get anxious. At a gas station there I picked up a map of the town I had never been to before. On the map I found the street where she lived, Lodge Cir. When I got to the street I found her house! 52 Lodge Cir.! Her house was different than I had imagined. As I pulled up to the curb, I got very nervous. She had seen my car on an earlier visit to Giarc but I was still afraid it looked too cheap. My imagination went wild. I imagined my car was a Lamborghini. Yeah right. But tNhen right before me, my imagination became reality! My white 4 cylinder morphed into a V12 bright red Lamborghini Countach! I got out and took a look at it to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. “Am I dreamin’?” I asked myself. A quick pinch on the cheek proved that wrong. I reached out and touched it. It was there all right. I didn’t know how, but it was there. Now I had to refocus on what I was here for. I was still nervous. I walked up to the sidewalk and thought ‘What am I doin’ here?’ My palms were sweaty and I reached up to the door bell. I had prepared earlier what I was going to say-before the incident in the car. “I want to take you for a ride in my car.” A few seconds after I rang the door bell, the door opened. It was her! I got dizzy. She asked “Daniel? What are you doing here?” “I-I-uh- wa-I want to take you for a ride in my car…” I studdered. “Your car? Now? I-sure! Daniel!” As we began to walk down the sidewalk she said “I like your little car-,” then she saw my “New” car. “Oh my gosh! Is that your-” She couldn’t believe it when I got in the driver’s seat of the Lamborghini. As she got in she asked “How?” and I said “I would tell you if I could.” I started it and revved the engine. This car really had power. I screeched the tires and went through the neighborhood at 40mph. When I got out of the city limits and on to the freeway, I drove at everyone else’s speed – until a hot shot in a Mercedes whizzed by as if to say “My car is better than yours” Not only did I pass him, but the speed continued to rise until I hit the top speed of a Lamborghini Countach, 183mph. “Daniel!” Jennifer yelled. I looked at her calmly but when I looked at the speedometer I wasn’t so calm. The speed continued to rise until it was as high as it could get: 200mph. It continued to rise still. Steering was not difficult because the road was fairly straight and trafficless. Suddenly the car lifted off the ground. I looked out to the side and saw a wing emerge. It was just in time because the road got curvey. “We’re flying!” exclaimed Jennifer. “I-I- We’re not on Earth anymore!” I said as the blue sky turned into black space. And as strange objects flew past we realized we weren’t even in our own dimension anymore! “Where are we?” asked Jennifer. Rapidly we came upon what looked like a planet. On closer inspection it proved to be no planet at all but the large head of a beast that seemed to be “Evil” itself. I cranked on the steering wheel to turn around but when I did, Jennifer put her hand on my shoulder. “I have this feeling…this feeling that we must defeat it” she said. “I-I do too,” I replied. The very thought produced machine guns on the hood and missile launchers on the sides of the Lamborghini. Buttons on the steering wheel fired the atomic bombs at the creature. There was a gigantic explosion; larger than anything ever witnessed by humans. But when it cleared, the awful thing still glared at us with its red slitted eyes. “I have a feeling it will take more than physical fire power to defeat this thing,” I said. The two of us looked at the glove box which opened itself. Within was a bright, blinding light. Suddenly something blasted the car and there was fire. We looked up to see the beast closing its firey mouth. I reached into the glove box and pulled out the bright light. I realized it was a Bible. I put it in a compartment in the roof. I reached down and flipped a cap on the gear shift which revealed a lighted red button. I pushed down and the glowing Bible was fired from the roof. We watched it disappear in the distance. When it struck the beast there was a great blinding light seen in all directions. It lasted 7 seconds. The light faded and we sat in this space alone. The black of space faded out into the blue sky of Earth. Our Lamborghini was set down in the middle of a large city. Jennifer and I looked at each other with big eyes. We opened the doors to see a crowd of spectators who were impressed by the Lamborghini from the sky. For some reason I had the urge to look at a newspaper on a nearby stand. Jennifer followed me to it. The front page of the newspaper said “Satanist Gathering Suddenly Disappears From The Face Of The Earth” Jennifer and I stared at each other in disbelief and confusion.

End

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