Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry,” she says, her voice timid. “I can’t die today. I’ve got things to do. Don’t come after me, okay? I don’t want to have to kill you.”
Her small hands roam my pants for a brief moment, before she snatches my keys out of the interior.
She doesn’t want to have to kill me. What fucking irony.
Just like that, she’s gone. Out through the door I came in. I hear my car start, because of course she’s taking my vehicle.
“Fuck!” I slam my fist into the wall as I try to get my breath back. My balls feel like they just had an anvil land on them, but that’s not going to be enough to stop me. I get up and I go after that little fucking bitch.
Ellie
The memory of those broken eyes boring into mine is going to stay with me for a while. He was the most intense creature I’ve ever seen, I think, and that includes the wolves I saw becoming men earlier on in the night. I’m not used to big cities. I’m not used to people who are this outright mean and aggressive.
I was lurking in the bar, trying to get some information, trying to get my way to someone who matters. I don’t have time to die. I have stuff to live for. I’ve got to get away from that place as soon as possible, and that’s why it’s okay that I stole his car. It means he can’t follow me and I can just leave the keys in it later and avoid any criminal charges hopefully.
I figure I’ve gotten away.
I figure wrong.
A motorcycle comes weaving through the traffic and roars up beside me. I’m still hoping that’s a coincidence, and then the passenger side window bursts into a million pieces. A bullet makes the stuffing of the seat next to me turn to airborne foam.
Shooting his own car. Interesting move. Crazy move.
I know it’s him. Can’t see his face under the helmet, don’t know his license plates, but I know in my gut that he’s following me. I’m in his car too, so odds are he’s going to know how to track it. It’s probably got a tag on it.
I thought I was being smart, but I was actually being stupid as hell. I’m now trapped inside a metal box that I can’t really get out of in this evening traffic. The roads aren’t super busy, but they’re far from empty and I can only imagine how many hundreds of eyes are on this crime.
A sane person wouldn’t want to draw police attention, though judging by what I just saw in that bar, I don’t think this man much cares about the cops, or being sane.
I press the accelerator toward the floor and the whole beast leaps forward, throwing me back into my seat and leaving him in the dust.
I drive like my life depends on it, my animal instincts taking over. I want to get out of this built-up area. Ideally, I want to get onto an open rural road where I can really make this beast of a car do everything it is capable of in order to help me escape.
I manage to find LA-23 out of town and then head out into what turns out to be a series of dead ends that terminate in a lot of water that I definitely can’t drive in. I try my best to turn and reverse, but in the end I find myself cut off with a gun trained on me through the windshield.
These could be the last seconds of my life, and that pisses me off.
“Fucking kill me then!”
I gun the car straight at my stalker. He jumps off his bike at the very last minute and both the bike, and the car with it, head straight into the water at high speed. I wasn’t thinking. I was panicking, and as the water starts to rise up the sides of the car and I realize I can’t open the fucking door, I start to panic even worse.
I don’t want to fucking die here. I have to survive. I am far too busy to die.
That’s not stopping the water bubbling up to my windows though, as the car swiftly heads to the depths of what have to be reptile- and snake-infested waters. There is danger all around me, and I find myself hopelessly paralyzed in the midst of it all.
My killer comes in through the window, holding a knife. He cuts my seatbelt and drags me out of the vehicle, pulling me to the shore as I struggle against the water, and against him.
He drops me on the ground and stands over me. We are both panting. Me more than him.
I can’t believe I’m alive. I can’t believe he didn’t just leave me to die. That’s what he was trying to do, right? He wanted me dead. What the hell is happening?