Alex Tully

The rain fell in huge round drops that hit the roof of the Challenger like a drum beat. Alex drove carefully down the long driveway up to the mansion where his teacher lived. It was late, the lights that lined the drive making the drops on the windshield sparkle. He couldn’t hear the crunch of the gravel on the drive. He had the stereo on too loud for that. The refrain of Radar Love rattled the windshield.

Or that’s what he thought it was. A crash of thunder made the ground shake as a huge blast of lightning blinded Tully. When the spots cleared from his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar motorcycle in the driveway. It was a big black Harley hard tail. The raindrops were quickly falling off of the wax on the bike’s paint.
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When you’ve been forced into doing things you don’t want by an illicit cartel and been run through by a sword before another group kidnaps your girlfriend, you get paranoid. As I crouched down to remove the bearings from the drivers’ side front wheel of a 72 Corvette, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. It wasn’t the same ringing in my ears I get when Caleb came near that told me another Immortal was around. This was something else.
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