Foresight of Myself

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On the road… again. The earth shifted fast as William's car went faster. This was the start of something dangerous. Not that it wasn't already, but the things that have happened before are nothing compared to the future.

Will always thought about changing cars because the ride he had was getting worse and worse. The Hamry's bumper was hanging off, and it made a terrible noise every time it hit the sand.

The desert was torrid and dry, and Will could see flat mountains in the distance. Even though it looked like Mor Tiones, it was better than Mors Tiones by far.

The glove compartment had some leopard sunglasses and Will put them on. He looks pretty cool with them on.

He was like Blade, but with leopard glasses. Then a snake came onto the rode, but before Will could react, he smashed the snake with his tire. "No bother," he said as he drifted through the desert.

Some hours later…

He had arrived in Burns, and the city was blooming. Night time was getting closer and Will needed to find a hotel. He saw one that said 'RILTON', and he drove towards it. The roads of Burns shifted in elevation and the city overall looked like a modernized western town.

It felt free.

William felt free, as if there was no care in the world, but he knew it was time.

He pulled into a bare lot behind a bar and whipped out his screwdriver. He tugged on a car door and it opened. "My lucky day, huh?" said Will as he grabbed the guns from the back and placed them under the back seats of the car he was about to steal. The car was a white 2009 Goobaru Backtrack.

He grabbed the money out of the Hamry and put it in the back. He changed the plates of the cars and then checked the seats of the Hamry. He cut them open and found more money. About 200 large.

He also found blueprints for something strange...

He tried hot-wiring the truck; it took a while as he repeatedly checked over his shoulder for anyone behind him. He was his own lookout and he could trust no one. Him against the world.

The ride was revving in intervals, but it wouldn't stay that way and he saw someone leave the bar. They weren't an employee, so they didn't leave through the back. They rushed off, and Will continued hot-wiring.

The SUV finally started; Will grabbed the rest of his essentials and was about to leave the township, because whoever owned this truck would definitely call the police and they'd search town.

He couldn't pass to the city over, because they'd probably check there. He could only keep driving. That was when a person came out of the back and walked toward the Backtrack.

"Goodbye," said Will as he put the car in reverse and drove off. "Really? My car?" said the fellow Will had stolen the car from. The man pulled out his phone and called the police.

The car had disappeared, and William was gone. Just like that. Like a ghost. Will set the navigation to Canyon City and he traveled down the open road. He stopped in Seneca and slept in the car's rear.

When he woke up, a rope tied him to a chair in a house. There was another chair, but it was empty. The room had one door and floral wallpaper.

That was when the door opened.

The person who walked in was a man with a baseball cap on. He had on a plaid button-down shirt with khakis. And he had a shotgun in his hands. He sat down in the chair in front of Will, then he cocked the shotgun.

"So, you wanna tell me why you were on my lawn?" said the man. "I don't have anywhere to stay, so I had sleep in my car." said Will. He had slipped his knife out and had cut the ropes.

"Mm hmm, and you didn't see the sign on MY GATE that said 'owned property ahead'?" said the man. "No, I didn't, sorry," said Will. "Well, I don't care," the man said as he rose the shot gun.

Now you might think "Crap, what's going to happen?", well read.

Then Will got out of the chair and the man fired. He missed and Will opened the door and ran towards the front door, but another shot stopped him in his tracks. A pellet had hit his leg, and he was wounded. Then the man stood over Will and fired. William shut his eyes.

Some hours later...

William opened his eyes and he lying on a bed in a room that wasn't his. There was a bandage around his calf, stained in blood, and a chubby ginger cat lying next to him.

The news was on in front of him.

It was still talking about him. "That you?" said a woman leaning against the wall in a corner. She was playing with a butterfly knife.

It had always nearly grazed her finger when she spun it. "Don't cut yourse-,", the same knife stopped Will's statement as it flew past his face.

"I asked if that was you?" said the lady firmly. "Yes, it's me," said Will as he got up. "How messed up are you?" she said.

"Look, here's what happened," he tried to explain, but the lady didn't want to hear it. "I don't care, just leave the house and don't come back." the lady said. Will went downstairs and out the front door.

He hopped in his car and checked the seats. Everything was there, cool. Then he drove off.

There was no need to stop in Canyon City, as Will had already slept plenty. The gun he had used in the fight against the soldiers was in the back now, so if anything happened everything was in the back.

William was fearful of his future, but he was ready. He saw a hitchhiker on the side of the road, but he didn't stop. When they were eye to eye, it was like everything was in slow-motion. Then it sped up.

Will's journey was far from over though, and he knew that.

AC blew softly, so Will turned it up. The blast of wind reminded him of that night. The night it all happened. He had to get his mind off that, though. A gas station was at the next exit, so Will planned on stopping there.

When he exited, he shot into the parking lot, parked the car, and got out. He had a knife in his pocket and a hat on his head.

When he walked in, he grabbed some tea in a tall can and some Rheetoes. Then two police cruisers pulled into the parking lot of the gas station.

Will rushed to the counter and swiftly paid for his stuff. He wouldn't get caught this time. He's come too far for this. Will walked toward his car with his head down. He opened the car door and got in. Then the police knocked on his door.

"Sir, can you step out of the car please?" said one officer. He looked like he was in his 50s. He had a wrinkly face and skinny build. The other officer was built like a teapot; short and stout, in his 40s. William stepped out of the car with his hands up. "You can put your hands down, son," said the officer.

He put his down and looked the officer in the eye. The other officer stepped up and said, "You know your car looks just like the one that was stolen last night, right?", "Yes sir," said Will. His heart was racing, and he was getting goosebumps. Is he going to get caught or not? That rhymed.

"What's your name, son?" said the initial officer. It took Will a while to respond as he kept thinking about the guns and money.

What if they check the car? What they arrest him because they just want to? "William. William Doe, sir," said Will. One of his fingers shook, then the next. It was like a chain reaction.

"Are you alright, boy?" said the shorter officer. "Yes sir," said Will, shaking in his boots. The short officer reached for his gun. Tension grew and sweat dripped as Will thought he was going to die, but the elder officer stopped him. "It's okay, you can go on home. There're officers from every precinct lookin' for this car. And they ain't so willing." said the elder officer.

"Yes sir," said Will as he got in his car. The elder officer waved and smiled, and Will waved back. He let out a sigh of relief as he drove off and opened a bag of Rheetoes.