Thunderbolt: The wheels on the Cadillac go round and round, round and round, the wheels on the Cadillac go round and round, all day long. With his hands on the wheel the man dressed in black cruises by insignificant others. Pitch black hair paint the mood of despair but he is actually content. In the depths of California is where this scene settles. Mister Z chews on his watermelon bubble gum while his lofty passenger sticks her head out the window. He should be ticked off but there is no time for reactive banter. Too late to turn this expensive vehicle around. On their trail the federal bureau of investigation; how quaint.
Fluenza: Wow? Decades of captivity and this is all the fuss those Catholics spoke of. This is actually exciting. Velvet hair dances with the evening breeze. Together they make a scene. He is the gasoline. She is the match. A spark! Watch them burn it all down. Their hearts have united with respect not love. The engine roars pass traffic. Intensity its so damn hot. Booty shorts, tang top, she is the supposed whore and he the hustler. The FBI is on their trail because of all the things she has down. Lead astray from a government facility, she joined him but at first it was not consensual...it was physical. But now they are on the same terms of agreement. Acquaintances for now; friendship will eventually occur.
News Lady: "Hello, my name is Kimberly Pham reporting for Channel Sixty at Ni--" WHISK! The car zooms by; her skirt rides up and she blushes instantly. Across the street on a eroding bench; sits another redheaded who is a bit ticked off. Her violet eyes view the get away vehicle. She intervenes for but a moment by eliminating the gasoline supply of all government cars. Kimberly spins around, catching this sequence on camera but the glass shatters when the face of a strange beauty is shown. "Oh my god!" She stumbles and falls on her bubble bottom. No words can describe her state of shock, a monster walks among the living.
The car halts, swerves, and parallel parks with precision. Hopping out the car first is the pompous alien woman; who cares not for the opinions of others. She pins her hair back; blasting the doors up with her unstoppable powers. The man and his troops will once again be on their trail but first they must find the man who holds the knowledge. Marcellus Essex. "You have no authorization, please---" UCK! His thyroid splits and is pushed inward by Thunderbolt's tactile telekinesis. No time for discussion. Twisting the golden knob do these outsiders enter his dressing room.
"Mister Mercury. A pleasure too meet you." Speaks the nomadic vigilante; he cracks a smirk before his eyes slide to the left. He can see the elderly woman dressed in black. She pulls off the old flesh like its latex and waves hello to her lovely boy. She lounges on this couch, unbeknownst to others but that Mercury kid seems to catch wind of her presence.
Merola is startled but she has no fear. What she has planned finally draws near. CLICK! CLACK! Officers are here. Their all under arrest because of something they have yet to do. The hands of the short-minded redhead clench in anticipation. Her past asks that she return from which she came. Lives are actually on the line.
To be continued............