Another Hunter

Ch. 2

I find my grandmother's house. It's for sale, since she died two months ago. I slip into the house and grab her wedding ring off of her table and make one last run through memory lane. I call on my cell phone for a tow truck. They take the old Porsche to a mechanic for me and, using a false identity and card, I pay for an entire set up.
        With a new set of tires, a tightened front and back bumper, tuned up engine and a new coat of glossy navy blue paint, she start up with a click and purrs in the parking lot. I hug her and tell her she's a good girl. I head out of the lot and get new tags a few blocks down. I'm ready, and the first place I go is my best friend's Uncle Stan's house. He's a hunter.
        I park my baby outside his house and go to the door. I knock and wait. I see him coming to the door with usual, weird limp. I smile at him.
        "Aurora! What are you doing here?" I slip into the house and laugh.
        "I'm going solo for a while so I need you to help my put in a false bottom of the Porsche and a few hours for a make over." He smiles.
        "I'm glad you're ready. I'll see what I can do." He goes out the garage. I go up the stairs and go into his wife's bathroom. She always has crazy hair colors. I pick out blue green and purple and set to dying my blonde hair. I find contacts with a green iris. I stick them in and await the dye to be done.  When it is I hop into the shower and wash it off. I plan my next moves.
        When I'm done, I see Stan standing by the stairs. He smiles at me. He says nothing about my hair or eyes.
        "Well, I have the false bottom in. I'm assuming you want a tattoo now too?" I shrug with a small grin.
        "Come on," He waves me into the small room and pulls out his kit. "What do you want?" I think for a moment.
        "Anti-possession symbol over my heart, and this symbol on my wrist." I pull out a small piece of paper. He nods and pulls out black ink. He begins the painful process of putting the ink into my skin. After both are done he opens a small fridge and pulls out two beers.
        "I'm going to be more a father than Carson. I'll have your first beer with you." I don't pass up the opportunity. A beer later and the terrible taste has turned into the urge to drink more. I pass up the second though, still having enough of my head to remind myself tomorrow is a big day.
        I sleep on the couch that night, covered up in a warm blanket. When I wake up, Stan's wife is making breakfast. I walk in to see her.
        "Good morning Rose," She smiles.
        "Good morning Aurora! How did you sleep?" I shrug.
        "Fine I guess, you?" She laughs.
        "Sleep? With Stan's snoring? You're funny." I chuckle.
        "You didn't have to make breakfast." I note as she pushes the eggs around in the pan.
        "I don't mind!" I help her with some of the breakfast. Mainly I get yelled at for not knowing how to set a table properly. Which wakes Stan up. After breakfast Stan walks me to the Porsche.
        "I'll see you soon, right? I better get a call once in a while, hear me?" I laugh.
        "Course!" I hug him good bye as well as Rose. I hop in and turn the key. She roars to life, and I rev her engine before waving one last time and speeding off down the road. I play some music, Muse of course. As I go, I decided where to head. I go for Texas, somewhere warm and a long way from Pennsylvania. I drive all the way to Texas, and once I get there, I find a fast food stop.
        I park my car and go in quickly. I grab a cheese burger and sit at a booth. I eat slowly, savoring the taste. of oil, and fat on a bun. Three men walk in as I prepare to leave. One in particular keeps looking at me with a worried facial expression.
        When I'm done I sit at the table with my lap top, sipping away on my tea. I'm running a data base search for anything interesting in the news. My booth is suddenly filled. I shut my lap top and look up.
        "What were you looking at sweet heart?" The man next to me asks.