[ There are times when Eddie gazes longingly at the motorcycles that others have snagged for themselves, and he wishes he’d thought for longer than three seconds before he picked out another van. In the end, he can’t really complain too much. He knows this particular model of van well and while it’s not pretty, it is reliable. And he doesn’t need to keep adding to his loans with hotel bills when he can camp out in the back. You know, when he can find a parking spot.
As he scrambles onto the roof, his pursuer grabs for his ankle and Eddie only manages to jump back just in time to avoid being pulled right down. He hears the thud of a body against steel as someone pulls the man down, away from the van. Eddie inches hesitantly to the edge of the roof again to peer down at the scene, eyes wide and fearful.
He wasn’t planning on moving if he could avoid it, but it’s clear that this isn’t really a question. It’s a demand. The man is struggling in Logan’s grip, ready to lunge for Eddie the next chance he gets. ]
Uh—yeah? Right. Of course.
[ He makes a show of fishing his keys out of his pocket, jingling them to be sure the angry man can see exactly what he’s doing. He inches toward the front end of the car, the furthest from the angry motorist that he can get, slips off the hood, and ducks into the van. The engine roars to life and the car creeps forward, crushing yet another neatly trimmed bush beneath its weight, but affording Mr. Voorhees just enough room to exit the premises.
Eddie cracks the door and calls out: ]
Your chariot awaits.
[ The door slams immediately after and the doors lock, as if he fully expects the man to come after him anyway, but he doesn’t. Instead, he angrily pulls away from Logan’s grip, swearing and grumbling and snapping at the gawking bystanders, but he heads directly to his truck. When he tears out of the lot, unconcerned for the bystanders that leap out of his way, he takes it upon himself to sideswipe Eddie’s bumper in a move that can only be purposeful.
When the roar of his engine disappears, only then does Eddie emerge. It’s clear that he’s been holding back some anxiety, as he takes a moment to crouch, hands on his knees, and catch the breath he didn’t even realize he’d lost. ]
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As he scrambles onto the roof, his pursuer grabs for his ankle and Eddie only manages to jump back just in time to avoid being pulled right down. He hears the thud of a body against steel as someone pulls the man down, away from the van. Eddie inches hesitantly to the edge of the roof again to peer down at the scene, eyes wide and fearful.
He wasn’t planning on moving if he could avoid it, but it’s clear that this isn’t really a question. It’s a demand. The man is struggling in Logan’s grip, ready to lunge for Eddie the next chance he gets. ]
Uh—yeah? Right. Of course.
[ He makes a show of fishing his keys out of his pocket, jingling them to be sure the angry man can see exactly what he’s doing. He inches toward the front end of the car, the furthest from the angry motorist that he can get, slips off the hood, and ducks into the van. The engine roars to life and the car creeps forward, crushing yet another neatly trimmed bush beneath its weight, but affording Mr. Voorhees just enough room to exit the premises.
Eddie cracks the door and calls out: ]
Your chariot awaits.
[ The door slams immediately after and the doors lock, as if he fully expects the man to come after him anyway, but he doesn’t. Instead, he angrily pulls away from Logan’s grip, swearing and grumbling and snapping at the gawking bystanders, but he heads directly to his truck. When he tears out of the lot, unconcerned for the bystanders that leap out of his way, he takes it upon himself to sideswipe Eddie’s bumper in a move that can only be purposeful.
When the roar of his engine disappears, only then does Eddie emerge. It’s clear that he’s been holding back some anxiety, as he takes a moment to crouch, hands on his knees, and catch the breath he didn’t even realize he’d lost. ]
Jesus Christ…