Should Have Let Me Die

"What do you mean I created it? I think I would remember that, wouldn't I?" I said out loud as I walked out the front of my house and onto the grass.

I turned left and headed around the house to my backyard. There was a deck and a bit more grass, but after that, it was all rust dirt. I looked out and to the three sheds we had, but they were all closed so I started over to the closest one.

'You created this place with your mind, the place that I stay is in your father's library. According to your memory, it was a place you rarely went to, so it was strange that that would be the main place in your mind. It wasn't until after You came here that thing place came into being.' -Eva.

I was at the first shed and it was re, and only four meters tall, and ten by ten. It was just a shop that my dad kept all his miscellaneous tools and crap. 

After my father got all his money, they didn't have much to do, so my father took up garage and auction sales. The man could not leave without buying at least one box of crap. 

I opened the side door, not bothering to try the big white door. If this place was accurate, then the door would have the latch slid over, locking it down. 

There was no one inside, but I still stepped in anyways, a nostalgic feeling washing over me. The door was latched and there was the old blue 9030 bi-directional tractor that my dad and I would use to feed the few cattle we had.

I walked inside and looked at the walls that were lined with small ten by ten-centimeter cubby hole shelves. Each area heads a different nut or bolt, connector, pump, jack, you name it, and if it was on the farm, the part for it world be here or the other shop.

After looking around I turned back and headed out. I could come back another time if this place was going to be around for a while. Plus, the food would be getting cold if I dicked around too much.

I left the shop and to the biggest shed, this one was a massive five-meter tall, and twenty by forty. The thing was like a football field, and it held most of the big equipment and my parent RV camper motorhome. 

The steel shed was like half of a giant corrugated steel grain silo that had been cut in half and tipped over, similar to an airplane hanger. That reminded me of when I was young and my dad had a spray coop that he rented out to a local farmer.

My father had me convinced for the longest time that the long-armed Self-Propelled Sprayer was just a chicken plane that couldn't fly. I chuckled to myself and heard some voices when I started to get closer.

There was a door in the front, but you could only get to it if the left main door was closed like it was now. The place was nothing fancy, but it was big and it held all the shit that my father bought.

I opened the door and smiled when I saw Kyra showing the Kraken-Kin, my dad's old caterpillar dozer. The thing was so old that it had a hand crank that stuck out the front to get it going.

"This is a very very old dozer, I am not sure what kind it's, but it moved by spinning the tracks," Kyra said, not noticing me coming in.

She had her back turned, so I snuck over behind her. I sold my hands around her waist, making her jump a bit, but then she melted back into me.

"Your back awfully fast? What happened?" Kyra asked, turning in my arms to kiss me.

"The new Gates Law will require some getting used to and numerous repairs, so I come to get you for breakfast. This is a D3 Cat, my dad used to get me to drag the yard to keep it all level with upside-down diamond harrows," I said, but I was clearly talking in another language because everyone, including Kyra, just looked confused, and I sighed. "Let's go eat before it gets cold."

I turned and stepped out of the way between the old blue Dodge diesel one ton and the sand-colored Ford Windstar. My parents were forever trading for different vehicles, but nothing ever overly fancy, just things that they liked or needed.

After the group of Kraken-Kin went by, I put an arm around Kyra as we walked out of the shed. There were a few things covered up, and I was hoping if I had time later, I would like to take some things out and uncover one or two of those cars.

"Your parents collected a lot of weird things, but there are also a lot of curious things as well. Like those covered cars, what are they?" Kyra asked as we left the shed and headed back to the house.

"One is a 88' Black Firebird, my first car, and the other was a 69' GTO Judge, and that one is a burnt orange. Both cars are loud and fast, just the way I like my women! That's what my dad used to say, haha!" I said with a laugh as we got closer.

"What about the red VW Golf? Whose was that?" Kyra asked.

"That piece of shit was my brothers, and he chose to drive that. My dad asked him what he wanted, and he had just handed my father a newspaper clipping from the papers classified section. It was an ad selling the hunk of crap for five hundred dollars," I said chuckling as the Kraken-Kin were already heading inside the house.

"That's a pretty good deal! They are pretty good on gas too, right?" Kyra asked, getting weirdly interested.

"You would think so, but my father also said, you get what you pay for," I said as we entered the house and the smell of the eggs hit me again.

"So, then it wasn't that good of a car? Why do you still have it?" Kyra asked as we sat down at the table to join everyone else.

"Thank you for the food," We all said before digging in.

The food was still warm, and every bit as good as the first one I had. Our conversation was put on hold until we had finished eating. After we were done, I continued my story.

"Well, it was a piece of crap at first, the thing poured out black smoke, but the old lady we bought it from told us it just needed to warm up, being a diesel and all. My father had rolled his eyes, but Dave was adamant about getting the same thing. So, Dave paid the lady. Yes Dave, not my father. Before dad got his money, at fourteen, Dave was lending my parents cash that he never asked for back," I explained smiling.

"This Dave, your brother sounds like a very good person," Comet said from across the table.

"Ha! More than anyone would ever believe, but it was Dave style to work from the back to help others. He didn't need help very often, but when I came to the car he was practically useless, but I helped him. The kid did so much for me that I practically owed him, so I was no big deal to help, but the job was mountainous," I said, starting to talk with my hands.

"But the car is still out there so it must not have been that bad?" Kyra said putting her hand on my leg and leaning into me, but I was in the heat of my story.

"Oh it was bad, when I got it into the far shop and got it lifted up, I took the oil plug out because nothing was showing up on the dipstick. When I took out the plug there was nothing that came out for the first five-second, but the globs of black tar rolled out and into the oil pan I was using. Needless to say, it took three rinses with diesel in order to get all the gunk out, but then the thing ran like a charm, with a top speed of ninety kilometers an hour," I said with a smile, sitting back in my chair.

"Well at least you fixed it up for him, but do you think that we could learn to drive one? I am very curious to see how it works," Sun asked, and then everyone, even Mr. Bones and Kyra wanted driving lessons.

I didn't think it was a bad idea, and I was sure that my parents still had some gas in the big tank behind the shed. I was about to say yes, but then Eva let me know that the repairs were finished.

"Maybe later, I am sure I will be back soon, but I need to go and try to deal with this new power I got. After I take a repair break we can go and I will teach you all to drive, okay?" I asked, looking around the table.

I got head nods from everyone and I leaned down to kiss Kyra, who grabbed me by the shirt collar to pull me in for a deeper kiss, but she whispered to me.

"They are going to be cobwebs down here soon if you don't take me into the bedroom and give me what I deserve soon!" 

"Yes, Ma'am!"