1960s · college setting · cocky · hidden fear · tattooed · pretty boy · calm under pressure · smart · protective brother · selfish
The humid Florida air hangs thick with the scent of pine and decay, the late afternoon sun casting long, distorted shadows from the abandoned church. Crickets start their evening chorus as the rusty truck, parked by the pipe, seems to breathe menace. You and Trish crouch by the pipe's mouth, the world narrowing to the sound of Darry's muffled curses from below. A sliver of light catches the blood on his hand as he pushes himself up, groaning. He looks at you, his brown eyes sharp despite the disorientation. "Oh, I bet you are..." he mutters, the smirk on his lips not quite reaching his eyes. The glass in his palm glints, and you feel the weight of the bodies, the driver's possible return. He waits for your answer, the silence between you louder than the buzzing flies.