Phantasia

A female voice?! Elone Kent’s voice?! Chris shot up in a flash, hands scrambling to make sure his hair was in its proper place.

“Eh, just chilling. You?” he said, instinct telling him he looked gorgeous.

“Just sorting some business out,” replied the busty redhead. Even in this greying weather, when the winds picked up and the temperature dropped, she couldn’t help but wear the skimpiest of tops. At least the shades meant she couldn’t see his eyes…

As expected, it didn’t take long for Lance to ruin everything. “Would you like to sort my business out?” he asked.

Chris knew, sadly, that he was serious. “Shut up, Lance!” he shot back, annoyed that his moment had been desecrated.

Elone ignored the blond idiot, giggled like morning birds, and ran her soft hand along the polished red surface of the bonnet. “You boys never change,”

“I like to think of myself as a consistent bloke,” said Chris.

“Like, conCHRIStant,” said Lance, before bursting into a fit of giggles.

“Anyway…” said Chris, wishing his shades could hide his grimace, and that a blunt object would magically appear in his hand.

Elone bent over the car and played with her luxurious red hair. She was only seventeen, but she had a cleavage to die for. Chris tried not to think of what she’d have in a few years’ time.

“I was wondering,” she said, in long, drawn-out words that teased Chris almost as much as her equally long fingers, “Could you help me out?”

“S-sure!”

“I need your car,”

There was a familiar chug and the passenger door rose upwards. Lance made an awkward attempt to look cool by leaning one arm on the roof, but looked more like a sleazy teenage boy with hormone issues. “I’ll take you for a ride,” he said with a wink.

“Lance,” said Chris.

“Dude?”

“Let the man deal with this,”

That frown! That look of utter rejection in his eyes! Chris couldn’t help by smile as he returned his attention to the luscious fruit awaiting his answer.

“Well, Elone,” he began,” I’m afraid we have a bit of problem then. See, I’m the only one who has tamed this beast, and no one else can handle her.”

He made eye contact over the top of his shades, just to drive the point home. It was a contact that lasted a lifetime.

“Oh, you can drive, silly!”

“Oh, where to then?”

“Godhand’s manor,”

It took all of his effort not to splutter all over his beautiful car and the precious princess bent over it, but Chris retained his dignity in the face of utter implausibility.

“W-what? Why there?”

“Rescue mission,” she replied, utterly casual. Too casual, in fact. Was this just some kind of sick joke at the expense of those poor girls? But Elone…looking so frail, looking up at him with such large eyes…her red-glossed lips a frown…But Godhand?!

“O-okay, no way am I getting involved with that! They’ll have my head! They’ll impound my car!”

“Please?”

“It’s suicide!”

Chris winced as he realised the extent of his flailing gestures. He’d lost his cool, and worse still it wasn’t just in the presence of Lance, but Elone too. She pushed herself off of his car and turned away. If only he could go back in time, just a few seconds…

“I guess you’re right,” she began, taking tentative steps away from the car, “There was me thinking it was heroic, but now I think about it, it is pretty dangerous,”

Chris scrambled for the opportunity – and off of the bonnet. He appeared behind Elone and struggled to resist placing comforting hands on her shoulders.

“You could get hurt,” he said.

He caught a glimpse of a sad eye from behind the mass of hair. “If something bad happened, I’d have nowhere to run,”

“You’d need a fast getaway!”

She sighed and took a few more steps away. “Yeah. Guess I should give up,”

Chris knew this was his chance. He danced in front of her, his long, velvet coat almost wrapping itself around her like a protective blanket.

“Hey, so long as I’m around, there’s nothing that can catch you!” he said, flashing his perfect teeth, “This beauty of mine is the fastest machine in all Torsten!”

Elone shied behind her hair, obviously afraid to face the majesty of her benefactor head-on. “I wouldn’t want to put you in danger,”

“I laugh in the face of danger!”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive!”

She looked at him with those big eyes again, and the world was saved.

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Chapter 16
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