Day 2: A Start

Day 2: A Start

Max was in the middle of trying to explain to his parents that he and Harold needed this trip.

“Mom you don’t understand, I am going crazy here, seeing the same depressing thoughts day after day, I need to see depressing thoughts of ALL shapes and sizes if I am going to do something amazing.”

“Max,” Said Claire (his mother), “you know that doesn’t even make a tiny shred of sense. You have a duty here, a responisblity.”

Max could tell she was not buying it, “what responsibility? I’m not Buffy and I don’t go around using my powers to save lives. Jeez you were my age once, all I am trying to do is get away for a bit, I’ll be back before school even starts and you and Dad can have the house for yourselves.”

Max’s father was part of the council dedicated to making sure that Max’s golden eyes were never put in danger. In retrospect it was not a good idea for him to leave without his father knowing, but Max was determined to find his heart out on the road. He had no idea how but he could feel his destiny calling to him. Like a soft breeze in a hurricane, just distinct enough for only him to make out. Later the next day Max and Harold piled into Harold’s old mustang and headed for the highway. They were headed for Nevada, for particular reason than to head for Nevada.

“Max promise you will call when you get where you are going.” Says Claire as she contemplates the stupid decision of letting her psychic son take a road trip with his best friend.

“I have no idea where we are going mom, but I promise to call you when something horrible happens,” Max smiled at his mother, who obviously did not appreciate his dark humor, and the two boys took off. They had nothing but the wind in their hair, and map of the states, and a collection of clothes and electronics stuffed into their suitcases in the backseat.

Harold was taking the first shift at driving and looked over at Max who was pouring over the map trying to get a feel for any place that stood out to him. Max look at the map imagine the lives of all the people living in the U.S. Their worlds all visible to him, their thoughts transparent and their minds open. He wondered if this is what God felt like, being able to look down knowing that any knowledge that others could possibly hide in the mist of their minds is yours.

“No,” He quickly thought out loud, “there’s no way god would ever look into anyone’s mind for no reason, too much dark shit amist all the fluff.”
           

Harold gave his friend a quick look over. “Jesus Max, can you at least wait until we are in the countryside to do the whole deep revelation thing? We don’t your brain exploding before this trip of ours even starts…”