"I really do appreciate the ride sir." "Heheh, s'my pleasure. Now, where are you heading Missy?" The trucker smiled as he said these last words, as he actually tried to flirt with Sephiroth. "What the f***!? I believe you're badly mistaken, because I am a male!!! I am Sephiroth! The greatest villian ever to grace this pathetic Planet!!!" Sephiroth pratically leaped out of the passenger's seat, as he shouted angrily to express his feelings of rage. "Oh...well, where ya going then?" The driver asked, almost instantly becoming disinterested in his new passenger who was uttering ways of world domination and the like. Suddenly Sephiroth stopped his tyraid of shouting, curses, and other unintelligible words/sounds that could hardly be distinguished as human in the slightest(Hey wouldn't you if you were a guy and just got hit on by your typical truck driver?). Then, upon hearing the truck driver drop the subject, Sephiroth sat back down, still muttering over the previous matter, but letting it drop, while he planned on how to kill the truck driver once they reached his destination. "To Midgar," He slumped back against the seat, not even bothering to fasten his seatbelt as the trucker pulled away from the side of the road. Bored, and still feeling rather vengeful, Sephiroth looked out the window, watching the foreign cab driver still chasing the chocobo disappear within a few moments, as well as the destroyed taxi and previous carnage that he had left behind. This trip looked to be really boring, and last quiet a long time, but he would have to make it through the suffering if he ever wanted to get to work sometime this millenium. Not to mention, the Smith's bag, combined with the trucker's foul odor was making him sick. Trying to keep from throwing up from the combined odors, Sephiroth looked about the interior of the truck, gazing at the stained, and dirty seats that smelt of cigarettes and unwashed people. Sephiroth looked at the swinging pine tree airfreshener hung from the rear-view mirror, trying to focus all of his attention upon it, reminding himself that 'It's just a few more hours, you can make it.' All the while the trucker continued on driving, a cigarette dangling from his lips, that hid his misshapen, yellowed teeth, beneath a thick beard of course brown hair. This man was a prime example of just how disgusting that humans could be upon giving themselves the chance. It had been an hour since he had caught the ride with the trucker, but he was bored out of his mind even in so short a time. Silently he slumped into his seat, mumbling a curse or two under his breath, since he still hadn't gotten over the whole matter of the trucker thinking him female. But as all villians before him, Sephiroth swore silently to himself that once he reached Midgar, he would promptly murder the trucker and string his internal organs about the city light poles as morbid christmas decorations. The thought of such carnage brought a weak smile to his face as he gazed out the window, watching as the desert terrain slowly turned into lush and rolling green hills, which brought a sense of momentary peace to his mind. "Uh, so who were you again?" The trucker asked of Sephiroth, obviously bothered by the silence that had ensued. "I am Sephiroth, the greatest villian ever to grace this pathetic planet. I am the famous EX-SOLDIER General that wields the legendary blade masamune, and I can take your pathetic and miserable life whenever I so please, with but a flick of my wrist. I am Shinra's prized warrior, Professor Hojo's twisted experiment, son of a headless piece 'o shit known as Jenova, summoned Meteor to destroy the whole Planet so I could be come a god, and I also went mad." "Uh-huh, really? Now that's quite an interesting tale there son, but I have many more stories that are far more interesting than that. Hell, my life is full of interesting stories, stories that can easily make the one you told me look like a 2 year old's fairytale. Why, if you thought those monsters, think there called WEAPON dohickies, were scary, wait until you see my bloody Ex-Girlfriend, now that is some pretty scary shit my friend. She's so evil she could tear entire universes apart with but a single word, hell, she could even wake up the stinkin' dead with the sound of her voice..." On and on the trucker went, telling his stories of his Ex-girlfriend, and the terrible power that she possessed, power that he claimed ever man would envy to have. All the while Sephiroth listened, seeing as he had nothing else to do, but sit silently twiddling his thumbs. Soon enough, he wasn't even paying attention anymore, wasting his time by staring at the ceiling and counting how many bullet holes that were in it. But the man kept going on, and now it had been an entire three hours since he started, and not once did he take a break for a breath of air or anything, he just kept going on, as happy as could be, unknowingly killing his passenger with the smell of his bad breath, this along with the severed head nearly knocking Sephiroth out. "Woah-we! Whatcha got there boy? That thing stanks like an elephant's ass!" The trucker waved his hand about the front of his nose in emphasis of the horrid stench coming from the bloodied Smith's bag. "I suppose only you would know what the ass of a pacaderm would smell like to begin with..." "Damn straight! Why, one time I was out on the Sarengetti, there was a big motherload of elephants and elephant shit! Man! I can still smell it now!" "......." "And boy I can tell you, it wasn't purty to look at either. I mean mounds and mounds of it piled sky-high, P-U! I would have sold my soul for an airfreshener right then!" 'By the gods...what did I do to deserve this punishment?' "And then she, BOOM! Goodbye Grandma! That biatch is coming to town and she's gonna kick everyone's ass just cause her makeup don't look right! I mean, GRR! BANG! BANG! WHOOHOOO! Then the whole stinkin' town knew of it, cops and all lining the front yard while she's screaming her lungs out bitching and moaning like there's no tomorrow!" Sephiroth groaned in response to the man's continued rantings, he personally didn't give a damn about what he said, why couldn't he get it through his f***ing head?! No wonder he had wanted to annihilate the human race so badly, some were just so stupid! 'Why did Strife have to destroy my bloody plans?! To save this....race?!' "I said, 'Go blow it out yer ass!'" "..................." A sudden tapping noise came from the rear of the truck, against the covered window that looked upon the cargo. Wanting to do anything to get out of hearing this man's stories, Sephiroth turned about and opened the latch holding the small window shut of the compartment, and peered inside. At first all he could see was darkness, and hear a strange murmur echoing throughout it, so now curious, he pulled out a match from his coat pocket. Striking the match, he carefully placed it before the darkness and peered inside to see what cargo that this man was carrying, but what he found was quite unexpected...illegal aliens. They were everywhere, probably hundreds, maybe even a thousand, seeing as many were quite small, they filled the entire truck easily. There were so many, packed like sardines in the back of that truck, piled high to the very roof, not a space was left untouched, and not a single man could fit within the now confined space without being crushed to the size of a toothpick. As far as the eye could see there was illegal immigrants, that peered back through the darkness at him, a low murmur issuing through the crowd of crammed people, in several different languages, so many languages that he couldn't even begin to understand them all. Dumbly he stared into the compartment for a few moments, the trucker still going on about his lifestory, not even noticing that his passenger was no longer listening. A hundred pairs of eyes or more stared back at him, as a hushed silence settled over both of the groups, leaving them in a faceoff, to see what the other would do first. It didn't take long for Sephiroth to be completely weirded out by this, but, he had seen weirder things happen today, and this was just a plain reminder that he hadn't seen everything yet. Finally a single voice broke the silence. "Excuse me seņor, but are we in America yet?" "Uh...not yet." Sephiroth quickly slammed shut the small window, put his match out, and sank back into his seat. |