Our Favorite Finn (Pt 4)

Colt nodded and finally spotted a car nearby. He made quick work of slipping over to it and, thanking whoever the moron was to leave the window down, he got in and hotwired it. There were some skills being in MegaCorp had taught him to do right for himself, at least. “Come on, lets get out of here.” He told Piritta.

Piritta hopped in the car. “When do I get to drive?” She asked.

“When we’re away from society.” He replied in a monotonous tone before pulling onto the road. “We’ll have to change cars as we go, though. Stolen vehicles aren’t smart to keep.” He was driving fast, but could easily get around other cars, almost like he was a professional racer.

“Metas are already outside society.” Piritta pointed out.

Colt groaned. “That’s not what I meant.” He said as they kept driving for a few hours. This was the point where he was starting to get tired and finally had to pull over at a gas station. “Fuck…”

“Try filling the tank with piss, I don’t know why no one ever tries that.” Piritta suggested.

“That could…” Colt shook his head, not in the mood to explain. He looked toward the gas station and grumbled. “I’ll stand out like a sore thumb if I go in there…”

Piritta took off her own shirt so Colt could be less self conscious. “You can blend in now.”

“I’m talking about my ears and tail.” Colt said, staring at the shirt before looking at her. “Put this back on!”

“Miksi? It’s hot and I look good.” Piritta said, opening her car door.

Colt dropped the shirt before shaking his head and getting out of the car. “Wait, you can’t just walk around without a shirt!” He blurted, following her.

Every guy there was now staring at Piritta, too distracted to even notice Colt had a pair of cat ears and a tail.

“I am walking around without a shirt.” Piritta told Colt, stretching because she had gotten stiff during the long car ride.

Colt sighed and went over to the sections he needed to. Thankfully, for him, no one was paying attention, so he was able to steal a basic black shirt, a baseball cap, and some things he knew they would both need. Fuck paying for it. He had no money.

Piritta actually had quite a bit of money from the last time she had seen her grandparents. She bought some food and walked back out to the car.

Colt looked at her with her food. “You have money?” He asked as he pulled on the shirt. It was a bit tight and showed off his muscled chest a bit.

“Joo, I didn’t buy this with my looks. I would have gotten more food then.” Piritta said, taking a bite of nachos.

Colt couldn’t help but look over her for a moment. “Well, you do put models to shame.” He said and started the car up. He’d filled it up with gas he’d stolen from a car nearby.

Piritta made herself comfortable as she ate. “Tie on tuolla.”

“I know that!” Colt blurted as his face heated up and he got them onto the road. “You’re the one without a shirt on now, you know.” He focused on the road, forcing himself not to look at the beautiful woman sitting next to him.

“Joo.” Piritta said, rolling down her window. “The breeze feels good.”

“Yeah,” Colt’s voice sounded distant as he replied and shifted gears to pick up speed. “The wind always feels good…it’s the one thing that kept me going as a kid before I met my friend.”

“The one who had that jumpsuit?” Piritta asked, referring to the torn one in the shelter.

Colt nodded slowly. “Yeah,” He said. “I failed her…I was supposed to save her, but…” Sighing heavily, he took a turn and got off to the side of the road. “Okay, time to learn how to drive.”

“I didn’t think anyone ever got out of that place alive.” Piritta said, climbing over into the driver’s seat.

“We normally don’t.” Colt said. “But we’re learning to fight back and survive.” He glanced at Piritta after getting into the passenger seat. It was hard not to stare at such a beautiful woman.

“I meant that shelter.” Piritta said. “I didn’t think that bastard would leave witnesses.”

“I’m only alive because MegaCorp wouldn’t let me save her…” Colt looked out his window now, shame eating at him.

“I’m sure you did everything you could.” Piritta said, starting the engine.

“I feel I could have done more.” Colt shook his head and sighed. “Okay, put the car into gear.”

“What's gear?” Piritta asked, flooring the gas.