Rydell liked his car. He liked his car a lot. It was one of the few things in his life he really liked. He didn’t know much about cars, and when it came to getting technical about them, he couldn’t tell the thingamajig from the jackamadoodle. All he knew is that his car went fast. It started fast, it drove fast, it turned fast, it looked fast. This was not the typical wage-slave’s vehicle.
The Fortuna flew around the corner at 95 MPH. Mr. Coffee had a look of abject fear on his face as he clung to the passenger’s seat. Rydell wore a daredevil grin that made him look more demonic that the person riding in the car with him. Fittingly, Rydell’s CD player was pumping the sort of jazz music played in car chase movie scenes.
The car skidded into the parking lot of the mechanic’s shop and drifted to a stop next to the open garage door. Rydell turned to Mr. Coffee.
“So why here? I just got my car tuned up last week. It doesn’t need any work.”
Mr. Coffee was still gripping the seat, trying his best not to shriek like a cheerleader. Eventually, through very heavy breaths, he spoke.
“We’re… We’re here to meet another demon of Domingo. We call her Wrench, and you’ll do the same if you want her help.”
“Why would I need help from a demon mechanic?”
“Because she also made that gun I gave you.”
“Rydell pulled the black and white pistol from his pocket and inspected it. He knew nothing of guns. He never fired one in his life. Yet somehow, the oddly painted firearm felt like an extension of his arm, as if it were natural for him to wield it.
“What for? What’s so special about it?”
“I’ll let her explain that herself.” With that, a figure slid out from under the blue Pace sitting in the shop. At first, she looked like an albino in coveralls, with skin so close to white she could hide in snow. As she came closer, Rydell and Mr. Coffee climbed out of the car. It was apparent that this girl wasn’t just very white. Her eyes had no irises, or even pupils. Completely white. Her lips had no color to them, also completely white. She grinned, showing pure white teeth, and held out her hand to Rydell.
“Hi, I’m Wrench. You must be the wonder-boy Rydell.”
