Matt Pt 1

''Fate works the way we usually think it does,Matt,just in some very fucked up ways sometimes.And i think it's time we quit this''

It had been five hours and Matt's journey had taken him far away from the once-comforting confines of his large luxurious home,to a far-reaching highway that crossed a seemingly endless dessert occupied with naked trees and shadowed with looming skies that ominously pass above,the thought of time,usually a top priority for the ever-punctual,rule-abiding lawyer,had disappeared from Matt's mind,now having to solve the mystery of the Sudden Explosion.'Explosion' was the word Matt chose to call the situation,which he compared to having found a bomb ticking in its last few seconds and without any forewarning or opportunity to react,everything simply blew up into pieces instantly with Matt being able to do absolutely nothing to prevent it.Matt had definitely not seen it coming.He honestly thought his life was perfectly stain-free,clean as a newly-polished spoon-as his smiling wife,recent promotion and newly-purchased mansion supposedly reflected happiness and fullfillment,little did he know under those neat covers lay brewing troubles simply waiting for the right time to explode.He didn't know what else to do,after years of undisturbed safety and perhaps some tiny,insignificant,mostly work-related problems (that were managed accordingly,further establishing his reputation as the Most Reliable Problem Solver in Amber Co,the prestigious law firm which considered him among one of their most precious assets) he had become accustomed to the breezy life,and when Dana,his wife for almost 15 years (their anniversary was coming up in 5 days,the two tickets to Malibu hidden in between two newspapers in his bedside drawer was left untaken) said she wanted to quit it,the only thought that immediately came to mind was to run.As far as he could.He felt utterly disgusted,as if all the pretty walls,expensive paintings and shiny ornamentals in the house that were once signatures of his success and joy,were simply part of an elaborate plan,spearheaded by Dana,to provide him an unmistakable,yet false,sense of completeness,only to take it all away without warning one day just to see how he reacted when the Inevitable Truth arrived.It was an overwhelming feeling of something he could not yet define,regret,anger,sadness-who knows,maybe relief even?-the only concern he had was to escape from it all,from Dana,the house,the city,the country,the world.He wanted nothing more than all his past erased and the chance to live without those disheartening reminders of his yesterdays,but he knew it was too soon-just when his mind went totally blank for a single moment,as if suddenly complying to his requests,something shimmered in the distance-a pale,white light blinking hesitantly-for a while his mind became absent of worries or regrets,replaced by a curiousity-he slowed down his vehicle,finally approaching the source of the light.

He slowly navigated to the left,entering the carpark of the small diner,with the blinking lights above-bulbs on each letter illuminated from afar,except the E-on-dinEr that seemed to remain dark,not even a flicker emerged as he stared at the dark letter (a shameless cliche he thought,for old-fashioned diners to have dysfunctional electrical items,as if to depict a feeling of returning to the late 80's,when most restaurants were plagued with electrical items that either died out or worked horribly after a given period).So he turned of the car engine and left the vehicle with its' keys (take everything you want and can,he whispered into the wind),and entered the diner-it was everything he expected:the slightly dirty-looking plastic tables affected by years and years of milkshakes without coasters,or ketchup stains that had been rubbed into the boards,the old waitresses with their worned-out uniforms and potruding vains sticking out from their frail,delicate hands,and of course,the indifferent menu that consisted of mostly nothing but sausages,eggs,pancakes,milkshakes and so on-with the mysterious,odd exception of Big Momma's Juicy Beefpumpkin Burger that stood out like a conspicuous,scientific term emanating an unavoidable resonance that shone over everything else.There were only two others around,aside from the two waitresses busy cleaning the place-a heavily-bearded old man in a green sweater with his eyes glued to the wrestling match playing on the tv placed near the entrance (there was another above the counter table-presumably old black & white music videos playing,a white woman donning silly gloves and a hideous wig doing a poor,almost unbearable rendition of Fly Me to The Moon) and a 20-something brunette sitting alone at the furthest table,her hands clutched together and eyes staring blankly into some part of the empty chair in front of her,at for a while Matt caught her nervously glancing his way,her eyes immediately retaliating into Blank Stare Mode,Matt made his way to the other end of the diner,taking a seat where he would surely get some attention from one of the waitresses,who did,finally left her broom at the far corner and went to fetch Matt a cup of coffee,or cow-fee,as she pronounced it to Matt.

The waitress emerged again,this time looking slightly distraught somehow,maybe distressed without a broom in hand or simply wanting some shut-eye after hours of cleaning and cooking,she placed the cup in front of Matt,then gestured her right thumb towards the right,where an old,damaged vending machine stood.Re-feels. This time her mouth opened wide enough for Matt to see that she had only one tooth left,and it was Gold.Matt just wanted coffee at that very moment,just coffee,he didn't desire anything else except the sensation of heat travelling through his body in sips of tasteful,blended beans-but also wanted a lot of other things,which he knew he couldn't possible achieve-so he left his mind free of thought,closing his eyes,relaxing and breathing,feeling the Coffee Effect he yearned for.It was a peaceful experience,a big break from the past 5 hours of endless reminiscing and wondering,and he felt he was prepared to leave the Diner and continue his journey,allow it to take him to somewhere civilized where he would take his time to rearrange his thoughts and figure things out.The final sip tasted the strongest,but he bravely took it all in.When he opened his eyes,the brunette was sitting across him,hands still clutched but eyes narrowed to his.

''Hi,i'm Elain.''
''Matt.''
''Cool'',she said nonchalantly,her eyes not once leaving his.
''Awesome'',he looked away for a moment,wanting to escape the Intense Stare.
''You have to help me'',her expression changed when she said this.That aura of tensioned easiness faded completely,now it looked as if she was actually serious.
Having lost everything and with nothing to look forward to or any task at hand,he thoughtlessly obliged with a cunning smile.''Anything''.
She leaned forward,her nose now playfully brushing his,reached out her hand and handed him something cold and metalic.''I'll go for the twin virgins,you'll take twiggie.''
Matt shifted his attention to the thing in his hand.A pistol.His face now reacting with disbelief and confusion,his mouth let out a muted,breathless wha?
''Bam.Briefcase.Honda.'',a nod followed each of the three words,''Remember that?On the count of three-three,two,one..
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