There was a protocol for that though, or people wrote about these things. So it wasn't like he was the first gooner to feel this way. They called it part of the journey, and if he was ever going to make it the goon state. He'd have to be more...

He held the piece of paper in his mouth. Letting his saliva soak through. That was his plan. Maybe  Imogen Howe would return now, and laugh at him. 

"I can't believe you thought I was serious! HAHAHA!" She'd say. 

But she never came back. 5 minutes went by and now...

It would be like, he looked at his watch, two hours until she got there. The sun was already setting, and it cast everything in orange. He was hopeful. Don't ask him why, just he had a feeling that all the bad shit in his life was over. He knew...

"A shooting? Down by the Seaside Rest you say?" the tanned, lean forearm powered the hand that was holding a brown bottle of lager. Between the index finger and thumb was dark blue star tattoo. The blue was dark enough that most would describe it as black .

"Yeah! And even...

He had written down her locations when he periodically checked. Here and there, and he kept compulsively checking it when they stopped. The last place she had it on was  in Kansas. And that's where they were headed where the blue do stayed. The whole drive he was hoping she'd...

Sarah was in The Zone. This is what she called the experience of her feeling like she had taken over the person she was controlling. Chases didn't happen like in the old days. Back then the chasers were literally in the car. Or on foot. Following.

Now she simply used a...

Sometimes when they worked late, Carl would make  decaf   coffee in the evening.

Sarah would laugh, scoff. "Why even drink coffee if it has no caffeine?"

Carl and Todd would grin at each other. She would never understand. To Todd, drinking coffee in the evening was sort of like a cheat. But...

Dean slammed his hand down on the table.

"What do you mean she just walked out of the door?"

"I mean she walked just there, and went left then another left, and then got into her car and drove well here you can see for yourself."

He pulled the screen around for...

It was a cold day according to the internet. But Dale didn't know because he was in a windowless, temperature controlled room. He wondered how nice it would be to be out there in the snow. Feeling it melt against his nose. But instead he was under the florescent lights....

The  blue Roof Hotel. Was a subsidiary of the Blue group, which was Blue Inc, but after the whole Spacecity fiasco had to rebrand. 

"Bigger bolder Blue" the CEO said at the time. 


The Blue Roof Hotel was nothing special. From the outside it looked cheap and dilapidated, but inside...

The feeling didn’t leave her in the car. As the door shut she felt like she wasn’t alone. She checked the back seat nothing but her lone bag, had it been moved? She had her phone clutched near her chest, and backed out turning around towards the road. Her lights...

There was an open door. Leading to a darkness. The only light a reading lamp. In there was a 5 x 7 picture of a kid staring blankly into the camera.

There was an open can of  blue paint with the softest brush Elena had ever seen. Horse hair she imagined...

"So what do do here?"

"Oh, uh me. I'm not working, just visiting."

"Yeah, Kurt I told you, its my brother he's visiting, from you know.... outer space ."

"Oh, yeah, fuck yeah man, the space boy. That's right, how was that." Kurt said not really looking directly at Cal, instead he...

Marc Love had been so out of touch lately when he saw the headline.

" Blue Man Like Killing Spree, Has He Returned?" he didn't flinch.

It wasn't until Sammy's dad said something.

"Its crazy. You here the news? Just on Main street we got a strangle and a beating....

He liked the color that the agency picked out initially.  blue .

But nobody else seemed to. Shawn wasn't sure whether they really disliked the blue... or if they were pretending not to.

It wasn't "their" color people said. My God, Shawn thought to himself. Is this what he had clawed himself...

There were pseudo Native American artifacts everywhere. Denver knew they were fake, but he still wanted to buy some. "You want to get some of these?" Blue asked as if he were reading his mind. "No that's alright."

Blue furrowed his brow at him. A family of rotund Spanish speaking folk...

blue was the color of his blood before they pumped it out of his veins.

red was the color of his blood before they put it through the centrifuge .

yellow was the color of the liquid that remained after they returned his red blood cells.

49 dollars was the amount...