Hi guys! “Whatever I Draw” is getting to be a bit of a mouthful…. So the new abbreviation for it is WID (oh. my. gosh. that’s SO creative! 😛 ). Not sure if any of you have checked out Joseph’s blog, but here’s the first part of Jason’s story, for those of you who didn’t: Jason’s Story, part 1.
Whatever I Draw
by Eliza May
“You’ll need to get out of the car,” said Jason.
The occupants of the car shared glances. “Why?” Tullier demanded.
Jason narrowed his eyes at him. “Because. No cars where we’re going.”
“Where are we going?” Tullier continued to press.
Jason glanced behind him at the wrecked car of their pursuers. One of the men was struggling to get out. “We’ve got to hurry.”
Tullier was still hesitant. Then Luger spoke up, a strange expression on his face. “Come on, Tullier. We don’t have much choice but to follow him.”
Jason started at Luger’s voice and peered into the passenger seat. His brow furrowed in concentration and then suddenly cleared. “Lago!” At a sharp glance from Luger, though, Jason fell silent. Luger got out of the car, and the others reluctantly followed.
By now the man who was struggling through the wreckage of his car was nearly out. Jason took a sort of dart in his hand–it looked remarkably like a pen–and with a flick of his wrist, sent it flying straight towards him. It struck the man in the chest, and he slumped forward, whether dead or merely wounded was unclear.
Jason turned back to the four companions, who were staring at him, surprised. “Come on.” Then he went over to the little Honda and opened the hood. Deftly, he moved a few wires around and then slammed it closed again.
Kirk stood with mouth open in protest. “My car!” he cried.
Jason rolled his eyes. “Otherwise they’d use it. Don’t worry, it’s quite fixable.” Then he started walking briskly down the sidewalk. The others followed.
After a while, Tullier purposefully slowed, until he was some ten feet behind the others, and motioned for Kirk to do the same. Then, in low tones, the two began conversing. “Who is this guy, and why are we following him?” muttered Tullier.
“And why did he called Luger ‘Lago’? I know Lago’s his real name, but how does this Jason know him?”
Kirk shrugged again.
“Kirk, this is important. He obviously has had training somewhere from someone. What was it that he threw at that man?”
“I’ll ask him some questions,” Kirk said, and before Tullier could protest, walked back up to join the group. Tullier, after growling under his breath, followed.
Before Kirk spoke, Jason did. “What were you two talking about?”
“We were wondering about you,” Kirk replied. “Uh, how do you know Luger?”
“Luger? Oh, you mean Lago here.” Luger stared at the ground. “I knew him when I was a kid. Haven’t seen him in a while, though.” As he said this, he cast a sidelong glance at Luger.
This answer didn’t satisfy Tullier, but it apparently was fine for Kirk, and he asked another question. “Do you know Stefania, too? ‘Cause she’s Luger’s sister.”
Jason glanced at Stefania and shook his head. “No,” he said slowly. “I didn’t even know of her existence until today.” Again, he looked curiously at Luger.
Tullier decided to take over the questioning. “Who are you and why–and how–did you stop the car following us?”
Jason smirked. “You mean why did I save you? Because it’s essential that no one gets that pencil.” At Tullier’s surprised expression, he added, “Yes, I know about the pencil.”
Tullier decided that he did not like Jason. In a hard voice, he demanded, “Who are you? You still haven’t answered that.”
“I’m Jason Incape. I am neither your friend or your ally. My sole purpose is to be your guardian… for now.”
Tell me what you think of Jason!!!! …And Luger/Lago. 🙂