Apache_Longbow
05-12-2004, 04:53 PM
Yes, the title is crap, but here's a little short story I wrote for one of my friends to read. Enjoy.
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The black car pierced through the night, it’s sheet metal blanketed in a dense fog. The engine roared in protest as the vehicle’s driver pushed more forcefully on the accelerator, downshifting the manual transmission and making the revs jump up, nearing the dangerous redline. The blue-tint headlights shone forward, the low-beam power going from a brilliant, clear illumination to a wispy, faded light as it hit the fog in front of it. The outside body of the car was dripping with perspiration from the mist, and as the driver continued to accelerate he flicked on the windshield wipers. The last thing he needed now was an even more impeded line of sight.
David Fisher, the passenger to the driver’s right, turned back and looked out of the rear window. A distance back, he could still make out the two bright circles, the headlights of an oncoming car. They hadn’t lost them yet.
****.
“They’re still on our tail. Speed up.” Shouted David over the noise of the blaring engine.
“I’m trying to. If I push the gas anymore we won’t have a floorboard.” The driver had a quivering voice, and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. He was obviously nervous. He wasn’t used to these things like David was, hadn’t become immune to the adrenaline rush and the fear. Then again, nobody was ever completely immune. David could feel his heart pounding as he glanced back again.
They were gaining, and at an incredible rate. They had been at least a mile back only a few minutes before when he had looked, and now they were only about a hundred yards away. The faint remains of their headlights were still powerful enough at this distance to brighten the inside of David’s vehicle. But how had they gotten so close so quick? Fisher’s car wasn’t the newest, but it certainly wasn’t a slouch. It was fast – much more so than the average car. What the hell were the people behind him driving? It just didn’t make sens-
David heard the shots and ducked, more out of instinct that actual recognition of what they were. The noise of the bullets leaving the barrel echoed through the silent night sky, and the muzzle flashes lit up the surrounding area of darkness. Gunfire scratched against the car, leaving holes and creating sparks. The car was swerving back and forth in it’s lane now, the driver bobbing his head up and down, trying to balance the need to see the road with the necessity of protecting himself from the lethal projectiles. The gunfire stopped for a few seconds, and David brought his head up for a moment, looking quickly through the rear window. The noise erupted again, and David ducked quickly out of the way. There was a shattering noise, and glass sprayed through the car as bullets flew through the window and disintegrated it into small shards, only adding to the amount of deadly materials in the car. David felt the painful pricks as the sharp pieces hit his face and arms, and the driver screamed in pain, grabbing his left eye. The car swerved as the driver let go of the wheel, drifting off of the road. David lunged for the steering wheel and straightened the vehicle out. It didn’t matter that they were straight, though.
The guns fired again, and David felt the vibrations through the car as the bullets shredded the right rear tire. The car slammed down onto the metal rim, and began lurching violently back and forth. Sparks flew as the rim scraped against the asphalt below, and keeping control was just too much to handle, especially for someone in the passenger’s seat. The car made one final move to the left, smashing into the guardrail. The force sent pieces of the car all over the road, but the main body was sent hurtling towards the ditch on the right. The car fell into the ground, flipped onto its roof, and settled onto the grass.
David looked around. There were pieces of broken glass scattered all around. He was still in his seat, the seatbelt he had smarty been wearing holding him there, upside down. The roof had collapsed some, and he had to bend his head so it wasn’t being pushed into it. He glanced outside, and saw that the car chasing them had pulled over to the side of the road 50 feet behind them, and the occupants were getting out.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god…” screamed the driver as he unbuckled his seatbelt and crawled out of the car through the hole that had held the driver’s side window. He scrambled to his feet and took off running. Shots echoed through the air once again, but this time they had even more of an impact. David squinted and looked in the direction the driver had gone. Although the image was upside down to him, he saw deep red liquid spray as the driver slumped into the soaked grass, dead. David’s heart picked up it’s pace, and he began to sweat profusely. This was it. It was over. He couldn’t run, couldn’t hide, couldn’t do anything but sit there and wait for his life to be ended. Why did I get involved with these guys? I knew it would end like this. I knew it! Why did I do it anyways?
The cold smooth feeling a metal pressing against his right temple took him out of his thoughts. There was a gun pointed right at his head.
Goodbye world, he thought. Goodbye mom, goodbye dad, goodbye everybody. He heard the distinct mechanical sound of the safety click off, and then closed his eyes and listened to the voice that was to his side. He didn’t have the guts to turn his head and face his killer.
“Ya’ shouldn’ta messed wit’ us like that,” said the voice, clear as day. “Now you’ll learn ya’ lesson. Too bad it’ll be too late ta’ apply it to ya’ life.” The voice’s body began moving the trigger, and there was a click and loud boom, leaving a ringing sound in David’s ears as the gun dispensed its salvo.
* * *
David Fisher jumped forward. He looked around. He was in the car, on a highway. Rain was trickling against the windows, and fog blurred the vision outside. He looked to his left. The driver of the car was steering calmly down the road.
It had all been a dream.
“How long have I been out?” he asked the driver as he fell down into his reclined seat in relief. He wiped his forehead dry, using his shirt to absorb the cold sweat that covered it.
“Half an hour, at least. Maybe a full hour by now.”
“Any sign of those guys?”
“Nope, haven’t had a sniff of them since we lost them.” The driver was calm. They must have stopped chasing the car. Everything was going to be ok. They were safe. David let out a deep breath. The whole ordeal was over.
But as he turned his head and glanced through the rearview window, he saw the faint illumination of two headlights break through the thick fog.
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The black car pierced through the night, it’s sheet metal blanketed in a dense fog. The engine roared in protest as the vehicle’s driver pushed more forcefully on the accelerator, downshifting the manual transmission and making the revs jump up, nearing the dangerous redline. The blue-tint headlights shone forward, the low-beam power going from a brilliant, clear illumination to a wispy, faded light as it hit the fog in front of it. The outside body of the car was dripping with perspiration from the mist, and as the driver continued to accelerate he flicked on the windshield wipers. The last thing he needed now was an even more impeded line of sight.
David Fisher, the passenger to the driver’s right, turned back and looked out of the rear window. A distance back, he could still make out the two bright circles, the headlights of an oncoming car. They hadn’t lost them yet.
****.
“They’re still on our tail. Speed up.” Shouted David over the noise of the blaring engine.
“I’m trying to. If I push the gas anymore we won’t have a floorboard.” The driver had a quivering voice, and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. He was obviously nervous. He wasn’t used to these things like David was, hadn’t become immune to the adrenaline rush and the fear. Then again, nobody was ever completely immune. David could feel his heart pounding as he glanced back again.
They were gaining, and at an incredible rate. They had been at least a mile back only a few minutes before when he had looked, and now they were only about a hundred yards away. The faint remains of their headlights were still powerful enough at this distance to brighten the inside of David’s vehicle. But how had they gotten so close so quick? Fisher’s car wasn’t the newest, but it certainly wasn’t a slouch. It was fast – much more so than the average car. What the hell were the people behind him driving? It just didn’t make sens-
David heard the shots and ducked, more out of instinct that actual recognition of what they were. The noise of the bullets leaving the barrel echoed through the silent night sky, and the muzzle flashes lit up the surrounding area of darkness. Gunfire scratched against the car, leaving holes and creating sparks. The car was swerving back and forth in it’s lane now, the driver bobbing his head up and down, trying to balance the need to see the road with the necessity of protecting himself from the lethal projectiles. The gunfire stopped for a few seconds, and David brought his head up for a moment, looking quickly through the rear window. The noise erupted again, and David ducked quickly out of the way. There was a shattering noise, and glass sprayed through the car as bullets flew through the window and disintegrated it into small shards, only adding to the amount of deadly materials in the car. David felt the painful pricks as the sharp pieces hit his face and arms, and the driver screamed in pain, grabbing his left eye. The car swerved as the driver let go of the wheel, drifting off of the road. David lunged for the steering wheel and straightened the vehicle out. It didn’t matter that they were straight, though.
The guns fired again, and David felt the vibrations through the car as the bullets shredded the right rear tire. The car slammed down onto the metal rim, and began lurching violently back and forth. Sparks flew as the rim scraped against the asphalt below, and keeping control was just too much to handle, especially for someone in the passenger’s seat. The car made one final move to the left, smashing into the guardrail. The force sent pieces of the car all over the road, but the main body was sent hurtling towards the ditch on the right. The car fell into the ground, flipped onto its roof, and settled onto the grass.
David looked around. There were pieces of broken glass scattered all around. He was still in his seat, the seatbelt he had smarty been wearing holding him there, upside down. The roof had collapsed some, and he had to bend his head so it wasn’t being pushed into it. He glanced outside, and saw that the car chasing them had pulled over to the side of the road 50 feet behind them, and the occupants were getting out.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god…” screamed the driver as he unbuckled his seatbelt and crawled out of the car through the hole that had held the driver’s side window. He scrambled to his feet and took off running. Shots echoed through the air once again, but this time they had even more of an impact. David squinted and looked in the direction the driver had gone. Although the image was upside down to him, he saw deep red liquid spray as the driver slumped into the soaked grass, dead. David’s heart picked up it’s pace, and he began to sweat profusely. This was it. It was over. He couldn’t run, couldn’t hide, couldn’t do anything but sit there and wait for his life to be ended. Why did I get involved with these guys? I knew it would end like this. I knew it! Why did I do it anyways?
The cold smooth feeling a metal pressing against his right temple took him out of his thoughts. There was a gun pointed right at his head.
Goodbye world, he thought. Goodbye mom, goodbye dad, goodbye everybody. He heard the distinct mechanical sound of the safety click off, and then closed his eyes and listened to the voice that was to his side. He didn’t have the guts to turn his head and face his killer.
“Ya’ shouldn’ta messed wit’ us like that,” said the voice, clear as day. “Now you’ll learn ya’ lesson. Too bad it’ll be too late ta’ apply it to ya’ life.” The voice’s body began moving the trigger, and there was a click and loud boom, leaving a ringing sound in David’s ears as the gun dispensed its salvo.
* * *
David Fisher jumped forward. He looked around. He was in the car, on a highway. Rain was trickling against the windows, and fog blurred the vision outside. He looked to his left. The driver of the car was steering calmly down the road.
It had all been a dream.
“How long have I been out?” he asked the driver as he fell down into his reclined seat in relief. He wiped his forehead dry, using his shirt to absorb the cold sweat that covered it.
“Half an hour, at least. Maybe a full hour by now.”
“Any sign of those guys?”
“Nope, haven’t had a sniff of them since we lost them.” The driver was calm. They must have stopped chasing the car. Everything was going to be ok. They were safe. David let out a deep breath. The whole ordeal was over.
But as he turned his head and glanced through the rearview window, he saw the faint illumination of two headlights break through the thick fog.