Chapter 1: Rendevous in Lost September
A dust cloud sweeps up into the smelly air as the dark figure places down the Daily Remnants on the table. His chair creaks as he shifts positions and the lopsided table did its balancing act once more. The room was dark with moon light creeping from a huge hole where a wall once stood Weary stares glance at each other around the candle lighted room of the old, rioting diner. A solemn, slow song plays from the beaten up jukebox near the kitchen door. "Is that really the one?" asked one of the staring eyes. His companion was certain the man in black attire with bandages wrapped all over his arms was none other than the wanted criminal.
"Yes. Definitely!" his companion exclaims, somewhat unsure of his answer at the same time. "That's Ash of the Dust!" he said with excitement in his voice. A sudden grin appears on his tan, scarred face. His friend in a leather bomber jacket brakes out in laughter. He cocks his brow and l