Answering Questions with PT: Ten
Orange: If you were hitchhiking, who would you hate to pick you up?
I would honestly hate for The Transporter to pick me up. I’ve been on the road now for what, like two whole weeks? Sure, I get by, I’m not living off of berries or anything. I’ve met a lot of cool people, this one guy who showed me how to make a noose. I’m actually having a pretty good time, on the road and stuff. Alas though, it is almost Christmas and I hate to dissapoint my family, it’s time to go home. I’m know it’s gonna be a while so I’ll just stick out my thumb and…whoa, nice BMW. Next thing I know, this sweet ass black car stops and the passenger side door opens. There’s this built chiseled chin guy with a low toned voice that says to get in.
Ten seconds later we’re on the road.
“Thanks for the lift man. I’m PT”
“Where you headed”
“I’m going home for the holidays, just the next Greyhound stop in town would be great.”
“Okay.”
Next I look in the back seat, and hot damn! There’s this fine looking girl in the back seat with a dirty dress on. Hm, looks like she fell in the mud or something. Then I notice that the driver has blood on his nice suit and his upper lip is cut.
“Uh…”
“You okay?”
“Who me, sure, sure…”
“Temperature fine?”
“Yes. No problem. Where you guys headed? You two married?”
“First rule. No questions.”
Whoa. That’s weird. No need to panic, maybe they both fell in the mud, he cut his lip is all.
“Nice car, got any tunes?”
I reach for the radio. OUCH! The fucker just swatted my hand away.
“Second rule. Don’t touch anything.”
“Hehe”
The girl just laughed. Blood on his shirt. What’s so funny? What’s so…
WHOLLY SHIT! This guys gonna kill me! Maybe the girls gonna kill me! Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck!
Okay, just keep your cool PT, stay calm.
“…Uh, man, I’m excited about Christmas, my parents usually order something online. Those UPS guys huh, always on time with there packages.”
“I’m better. I drive my own car.”
“What?”
The girl in the backseat hasn’t said a word except for her giggle. She keeps looking at me though I know, she’s burning a GD whole in the back of my neck!
“Man, I was on the road for a while, just seeing the world you know—”
“Franky, I’m hungry.”
The girl finally speaks! Shit, I’m sweating, I’m so nervous now. This fucking guy hasn’t even looked at me, he just stares at the road and hasn’t moved his hands from the steering wheel!
She’s hungry? They’re both dirty, he has blood on him…
Okay. Now I get it. There was no mud.
The sun’s going down.
VAMPIRES!
“You’ll eat when I say we eat. Don’t say my name in front of the stranger.”
“I didn’t hear anything, I swear!”
The dude finally looks at me and I don’t like it, no sir, not at all. I get a flash of my Father getting a call from the cops on Christmas eve about them finding my body, bloody and mangled and drained of blood!
“You okay stranger?”
“I’m fine! You know, you can just let me out here if you want.”
“Sorry.”
“What?”
“You said you want to go to the bus station. That’s where you’re going, I always get the job done.”
Please god, just let this end.
Twenty minutes later the sun is completly down and I’m either waiting for the girl in the back to bite me already or for them to actually drop me off in town. Oh man, I just saw the city limits, only five miles…
“Hey, we’re almost there!”
“Don’t shout in my car.”
His cell rings and he reaches for it. Man, a vampire with a cell phone, nifty, I guess. I DON’T WANT TO DIE!
“Yeah? I got the package. It’ll be there soon. Sorry if it’s a little dirty.”
Package? Dirty? Soon?
Vampires.
Girl hungry.
Blood on shirt.
OH MY GOD! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
“OKAY! JUST LET ME OUT RIGHT NOW!”
“What?”
“You’re not going to fucking bite me or whatever you do! I’m not a package, and I can fucking walk from here, you got it! Fuck your rules! Rules are made to be broken!”
“…”
“…”
“Sure kid, whatever you want.”
Whew. The car speeds away while another car chases after it and I think I see that car with two guys hanging out the windows with guns. Hmmm.
I fucking hate vampires.
So yeah, I wouldn’t want that guy to pick me up.
Purple: What movie can you not believe everyone loved?
The Transporter.
Blue: Besides a gun, what do you consider the deadliest weapon?
Vampires.
Yellow: What one word would people never use to describe you?
Cowardly.
