Hitcher

Sachin turned back to look at the burger man, who was now jumping up and down like a leprechaun or something. To show his great wisdom and maturity, he shot the guy the bird, and got back to eating his burger and fries. After taking a swallow, and making sure his mouth wasn't full, he grinned at Dan. "Nice one." he told him. In his mind, the burger guy had what was coming to him. People who made that much fuss about a veggie burger deserved something bad.

He then ate the last of his burger, and continued to absent-mindedly eat the fries while sketching in the notebook. He drew up, in amazing detail, a demon stabbing an angel through the head with a dagger.

“I learned a few things from Genghis Kahn back when I was still living in that time period,” the no longer driver said to the girl now driving the car, she was attractive but it looked like she was paying more attention to the boy in the back. That was both okay and anticipated, the boy seemed to be very well put together and creative, something Danny lacked almost completely, although from the way he waved to the fry cook he did not seem all together bright. The god had never seen the hand motion before, or at least he could not remember having seen it before, and decided to try it out as well. Hanging out of the window and looking back, he made the hand motion to the man still yelling as well.

Things were beginning to get more interesting that was certain. The wind blew through his hair and the bits of dirt hit him in the face when he turned around and got back in the car, settling back in his seat and looking to the girl beside him. She seemed to know how to drive and was definitely doing a much better job than he had been doing in her place. If he had not picked the two of them up he might have hit the truck from a little while before.

“Thank you by the way,” he said in a low voice. Danny did not normally have to say things like this and it was never very easy so he just did the best he could.

Sachin finished off his last French fry. He was mildly surprised by how casually they were all taking the possibility that the man sitting in the seat in front of him might not even be a human. Though he wrote superhero stories, Sachin had actually met very few of them, and didn't consider himself one. Healing was a lame-ass power, in his opinion. Something like energy blasts or fireballs was cooler, but he got a lame power. Maybe next life he'd manage to get a cooler one.

"Well, are you?" he asked Danny. He also secretly wished his gun hadn't been taken off him by those damn muggers, since this could be a dangerous situation. It was in movies. The incredibly handsome guy (Sachin) becomes friends with an alien and then he discovers the alien is actually an alien and then gets killed.
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Somewhere, a 90 year old scorpion got pissed off, feeling that somebody was listening to clichés again.
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Sachin's current great weapon was the ability to heal if he got wounded. Suddenly, healing didn't seem like a lame-ass power if this guy got pissed at the question.

“To keep things simple,” Danny said his voice a little nervous because he did not normally tell random people that he hardly knew that he was a god, “I’m a god of the dimension between this one and the ones surrounding it.” He looked out the window and stared out that way for a moment and then said, “although the only thing I can do here is make doors to get back to my world.” Placing his hand on the handle that opened the glove box, Danny used his powers and when the entrance was opened all that could be seen was the vast expanses of white that he normally lived in. Quickly sticking his hand into the pocket world and pulling out a Colt45 Revolver.

“This is just something I picked up in my travels,” the pocket god then passed the weapon to the back to the boy in the back seat. “I was born before this universe was made and I’ll be around long after it’s dead and decaying,” his voice became deeper and even less happy than he had been the entire day. “I’ll be alone again when everyone is dead because I don’t like the other worlds, they’re just stupid and I don’t want to go to any of them. I have thought about taking some people to keep me company though,” he then looked to Gracie.

Sachin shrugged and handed Gracie the gun. "21." he said. "Was a great party when I finally became 21. I don't actually remember what happened that day, but dreamed that my liver was trying to stab me. That proves it was a good day." He glanced at Danny. "As Grace was saying, how old are you? You said you trained with Genghis Khan-That guy really got around, by the way- and you drove a car thirty years ago, back in 1998," As far as Sachin was concerned, those days were the Ice Age, "So how many times have you been on Earth?"

He paused. He was getting a nice story idea he could build off this meeting.

“I can’t tell you how old I am because I really don’t have an age,” Danny told the two of them, “time passes by differently in my world it’s hard to keep track of.” He did not simply not want to answer he just did not know how he could properly explain things; sometimes this was a hard thing for mortals to understand. “I can tell you a few people that I have been when I come here though,” he offered the both of them hoping it would be enough. “Let me think for a moment to remember which one was my last life on this earth,” he said as he placed his head in his hands trying to concentrate.

“I think the last person I was on this world was John Lennon,” the god lifted his head from his hands so that he could at least look the girl driving in the eye, if she even looked at him that is. “I can’t remember who I was before that but some of the most notable people I’ve been were William Shakespeare, Alexander the Great, if that’s what they call that me even, and I was the royal guard of Queen Elizabeth for a while too,” those were the most easy to remember people he had been at any rate. “Does that give you any idea of how old I’ve been?” he asked the two people.

Sachin stared right at Danny while he listed the number of people he was. "Lennon? Shakespeare? Alexander the Great?" he asked, amazed. For some reason, he could believe that the man had been Shakespeare and Alexander, as well as the royal guard of Elizabeth, but Lennon was stretching it for him. The human mind, specifically the Indian nerd mind, worked in strange ways.

"Sing 'Imagine'." He told Danny. "If you can sing it right, I'll believe you were Lennon." A diehard Beatles fan like Sachin, though he had always hoped Lennon was alive, and even owned a shirt saying JOHN LENNON LIVES, could not believe this guy was him. It was like a diehard Christian meeting a stranger who claimed to be Jesus. The immediate response would be a firm "bullshit."

Sachin mentally grew happier when the girl called herself a "Catholic girl-rebel." Rebels meant sex, right? Right? It wasn't like TV Tropes would lie to him....

Then he looked forward. "You want to stop now, Grace...Christ, them again?" he groaned, his expression similar to a man who has recently walked away from a tiger to see the same damn tiger looking at him again. A bunch of highwaymen, with fully loaded and ready rifles stood in front of the road. As the car slowed, Sachin's fears were confirmed. Fuck. It was the same muggers who had kindly relieved him of his excess baggage like his wallet, bag, phone and IPod.

Bump.

“I can’t remember the words to that song,” Danny said simply, the fact that he did not feel for the topic at hand was very prevalent. “For all intents and purposes, John Lennon is very much dead. I am no longer that man nor will I ever be him again. That was the me of a now bygone era,” the god had forgotten that sometimes his presences and some of his past lives had been very famous and had hot simply been a fun time in the human world. Besides, it did not matter what the god had said it most likely would not have changed the opinion of the boy in the back seat. So Danny took the easy route and said nothing more and just went into his own little world, metaphorically speaking that is.

Danny stayed in his adrift mind for, or at least to him anyway, what felt like the longest time and only snapped back to reality when he felt the slowing of the car. He did not know if they had finally managed to get to wherever it had been they were going but looking up he noticed that they were still in the middle of nowhere. The scenery in front of them however had changed and the presence of several angry looking thugs presented themselves. Looking back to the boy behind him Danny asked a very simple question, “Are these friends of yours?”

Grabbing his gun from the driving girls lap he decided that things might not turn out exactly as he had planned but things were starting to get interesting again, so there was that.

Sachin gave a shrug. "They're just highwaymen. Exist all over the place back in India, and there are a bunch in USA too, usually outside big cities. They'll probably try to take our cash and stuff." He looked at her knives, and then glanced at Danny. He then looked at himself. He was a mildly good martial artist, but as every martial artist knows, guns are usually better than punches and kicks.

"You think we can take them?" he asked, as one of the men walked toward the car.

He was in his early twenties, blond-haired with brown eyes, and an easy-going confidence. He wouldn't be out of place anywhere. He also was holding a rifle in his hand. "Hello sweetie," he said to Grace. "Now you and your friends," he nodded to Sachin and Danny "Just get out of the car and hand over all your cash. And put the knife away too. I'd really hate to shoot you with this gun right here." he drawled. His accent was vaguely Southern, but seemed mostly gone by now.

He glanced at Sachin and laughed. "You again, Indian boy?" Sachin's expression was similar to that of a bunny looking at an approaching lawn mower. He was certain he was the weakest person in this group, and wasn't sure if his healing powers would protect him from a gun.

Danny watched as the man walked around to the driver’s side of the car and listened as he spoke to the boy in the back, these must have been the same thugs he had been talking about. Luckily the man seemed to not notice the gun in the Danny’s hand and was giving most of his attention to the Indian boy in the back, which was a very good thing because it gave Danny time to react. Pulling the gun from his lap and aiming it for the man’s face Danny spoke as quickly as he could, “You’re probably going to want to get down.”

The bang of the revolver was almost defining, Danny was now rather glad he had pulled it from his world, and a thick stream of red squirted from the thug’s face, originating from somewhere between the eyes. It was half skill and half a lucky shot but maybe the god would be able to get lucky a few more times that day. He hunkered down in his seat as low as he could get and tried to let the girl get her bag, things were starting to get crazy and it seemed like she wanted it close to her now.

How could today get any more exciting?