-1I cannot be responsible for you believing I own rent. So just so we’re clear. I don’t own rent. I don’t even own a car.

Take the money and run.

High noon, on a dusty deserted road in the middle of nowhere.

In a rusted 87’ ford mustang convertible driven by a twenty something Caucasian man with shaggy dirty blonde hair that blew fiercely in the wind. With his dark tinted aviator shades and moth-eaten white tee that seemed to attract as much dirt and grime as he did trouble. The man wore a wicked smile as he looked down between him and the passenger seat at his freshly polished hand gun filled with ammunition for anyone who would even dare look at him wrongly. This dangerous man, yet the danger only made him that much sexier, this could only be known as Roger Kelvin Davis. The man who sought out the thrills in life, the danger. Roger had a flame in his eyes and an inferno in his heart. Roger Davis had the devil in him. And for good reason.

In the passenger seat with one leg hanging over the window dressed in dingy yellow tank top and faded daisy duke shorts cocking a 12-gage shot gun while chewing loudly on a stick of gum, and her dark auburn curls flying in the wind as she wore a devious smile of her own. She reached over and brushed a piece of hair that had fallen into the face of her companion, letting her fingers glide over the man’s chiseled jaw as he remained unaffected by the woman’s suggestive behavior and continued to stare forward at the road. Her sexual appetite was apart of what claimed most of her victims. Though Roger was far to wise for her tricks. This woman could only be called Maureen Elaine Johnson. Referred to as the forbidden fruit many of times and driven mainly by her sexuality; sought out the finer things in life. If life wouldn’t give it to her, She never had a problem with taking what ,in her mind, was rightfully hers.

“Haven’t seen a cop in hours” said Maureen while admiring herself in the rear view mirror; Maureen had a bit of a narcissistic streak. Using her pinky finger she wiped away the excess lip-gloss that lined her lower lip.

“ We’re fucking lucky” He said with a cigarette clenched in the side of his mouth. He attempts to light it and at the same time keep one hand on the wheel. “After the way you clipped that man at that intersection back there”

Maureen takes the lighter out of his hands after seeing him fail a couple times and lights the smoke for him. She snorts and tosses her head back, kicking her bare feet with purple painted toenails on the dashboard. “Shit I know. Guess he wasn’t important enough”

“S’fucked up when ya think about it” Roger takes the cigarette between his fingers and places both hands on the steering wheel. “Dieing and nobody caring”

Maureen cocks her head to the side while she plucks the cigarette away from Roger’s fingers. “Maybe it just means that he wasn’t meant for nothing. Maybe we did ‘em a favor”

“Maybe.” Roger says simply and snatches the cigarette back from Maureen. He snarls. “Get your own fucking cigarette” he growls and throws the box of Salem cigarettes in her lap. Roger was not fond on sharing his menthol.

“Fuck you” She proceeds to take flip him off while lighting her own cigarette in between her fingers.

They continued down the road for what seemed like hours. The two were obviously on the run. They’d started off in Arizona. Arizona was where it all began. Roger, from time to time, still can feel the adrenaline rush pulsating through his veins as he held up the local bank. Something about holding a gun up to that clerk’s temple was so orgasmic to Roger, better than sex if he would go as far to say. That was when he’d met Maureen. A hostage. Roger smiles remembering that day. She was so fucking weak and pathetic. Bawling her eyes out and praying for life, praying for him not to kill her. Roger still doesn’t get why he didn’t have the balls to do it. Maybe something about her looking like his little sister Samantha. Samantha was only ten years old when she died along with his farther and mother in that house fire, ignited by his farther. Roger could still see her fragile little hand pressed against the window pane begging for help on the top floor of the rackety shack. Her skin literally melting and peeling off her body as she cried out. Roger’s turning point.

After Arizona. He got this car and threw Maureen in the backseat and took off for Texas, then Mexico. Now they were in some abandoned ghost town and headed to god knows where. The sun was setting and Roger pulled over to the nearest service station.

“Where the fuck are we?” Maureen questioned opening her eyes only a little.

“Do I fucking look like a map-just shut the fuck up” he told her bitterly “I gotta take a piss” he said climbing out the car and making a b-line to the entrance of the ‘Stop ‘n Save’.

The store was completely deserted. Nothing but dusty shelves and spider webs surrounding the place. Roger looked around with his hand gun tucked securely under his shirt, and walked to the front of the store where a young man with sun kissed blonde hair and piercing blue eyes stood at his post, reading a glossy magazine. He beat on the desk in frustration when the boy didn’t as much as look at him.

“I gotta piss- where’s the restroom?” Which sounded more imperative than interrogative.

The young blonde in glasses looked up and it nearly took Roger’s breath away. The man was beautiful, surely the most beautiful thing he’d seen in a long time. He was sweating and he had a bit of a rough edge about him as he leaned on the counter with the cheap fan, that was hardly putting out anything but hot air, blowing on him.

“Restroom for paying custoumers only” he simply said and turned back to his magazine.

Roger frowned “Where the fuck is the washroom”

The boy sighed “What part of ‘for paying custumers only’ didn’t you get”

Roger was so very close to pulling out his gun and blowing his pretty little brains all over the molded walls. But that was just it. Roger couldn’t bring himself to blow out those pretty brains of his. He thought the boy should consider himself lucky. He decided to just give him a good scare. He pulled out his gun and pressed it against the boys chest.

“Is it still for paying customers?” he snarled clicking the gun.

“You’re pretty hot when you threaten my life like this” the boy said with a mischievous smile.

Roger couldn’t help a wicked grin from spreading across his face. The blonde reached in the back of him, pulling out a gun of his own and aiming it right for the mans face. Roger found this rather hot to have this beautiful man to be pulling a gun on him like this. Clicking the gun, the young boy pointed towards the back of the store. Roger gave an evil smile and walked backwards with his gun still on the boy, not taking his eyes or his aim away from him for a second. After Roger took his break. He came back out with his gun still in view and walked up to the clerk. The clerked looked up and sure enough his gun was in his right hand, ready for any sudden movement that Roger may make.

Roger leaned across the counter and pulled him by his shirt to him to read his name-tag. He raised an eyebrow “Mark?”

“Wow. You can read” Mark said sarcastically.

“Ya see Mark here’s the deal; Imma call ya Blondie” he told Mark “Now ya either got one of two of these choices here. One ya can come with me, now this choice works in your favor since ya see the other choice of you dieing with your brains being the new wallpaper in this little spot here” He tells him a low a growl “ Some fucked up reason I don’t wanna see that so how’s about coming with me and my friend out there and being my man” he raised a seductive eyebrow.

“Sounds like I ain’t got a choice; What makes you think that I’m just gonna follow a complete stranger with a gun to my chest?”

“You wanna die?”

“Not to fond on dieing…or going with you”

“Wanna stop talking in circles and give me a straight answer Blondie?”

“Looking at it this way, I’m not gonna be happy either way, but I’d rather be alive” Mark said with a suggestive look in his eyes as he gazed into the emerald eyes on the murderer.

“Fucking thought so” Roger grinned placing his hand gun back under his white tee.