A black 1967 mustang came crashing around a corner of a building and clipped a dumpster near the road. The driver shifted it from 1st to 2nd and floored it completely disregarding the damage to the car. The car roared as it accelerated as fast as it could. The driver wildly kept taking turns and clipping his car on objects and damaging it. Another car came crashing around another corner finally catching up to it. A man hung out the side with a submachine gun and started shooting into the black mustang. The mustang then came over into the other cars lane and rammed it from the side. The gunman lost his grip for a second and the mustang struck the other car again causing the gunman to fall from the window and the mustang ran him over and proceeded forward. Another man emerged from a different window with a fiery Molotov cocktail. He threw it at the mustang, but the driver of the mustang swerved out of the way just barely missing it. He pulled out a pistol and started to slowly shoot at the other car’s driver. The other car was a maroon colored sedan. The sedan evaded the incoming fire and slowed down a bit to tail the car from behind. When the orange sedan got behind the mustang, the mustang driver hit the breaks and turned around and as the sedan slammed into the back of him, he emptied his magazine, shooting out the back window, as fast as he could and hit the driver of the other car multiple times. He turned around and floored the pedal.
The driver door opened of the other car and the drivers body came flying out of the driver seat and slammed into the road as the car started to accelerate. The mustang started to speed away at an increasing speed. A bullet came piercing through the cab of the car as if it came from a high-powered sniper rifle. The driver looked deeply into his review mirror and quickly pulled his head down. The review mirror quickly shattered into a million pieces as another round came slicing through his car. The passage of the car chasing him had a .50 caliber sniper rifle and was trying to shoot him. He wildly took a turn out of sight from his assailant, and as soon as he was out of sight, he threw his car in reverse and started accelerating backwards. As soon as the other car made the turn the mustang crashed into it while reversing and stopped the sedan in its tracks. The sniper was dead, halfway sticking out through the passenger side of their windshield. The mustang, once again, tore off at in increasing speed. The sedan quickly started up again and came screeching towards the mustang.
As the mustang driver was starting to gain distance, he saw another car come wildly flying at him from the said. He let off the gas and pulled the emergency brake and slid in a way where he missed the new car trying to slam into him. The other car flew past him and collided into the side of a building. The mustang pulled forward and the driver tossed a grenade in threw one of their shattered windows. He quickly sped off. The original car came flying past the crashed car and as soon as it was about 20 feet away, the crashed car exploded. Lighting up the whole street and the night sky above it. The two cars continued to chase after each other. At this point, the cops couldn’t be that far away, the mustang driver thought to himself after all the mayhem that was erupting. He switched on a police radio he had in his car and listened as he tried to outrun the other driver. He only had one grenade and he already used it. He had no more ammo for his pistol. He couldn’t think of anything to do to shake this guy before the police caught up and got involved. He noticed the guy chasing him, wasn’t firing off shots anymore. The driver thought to himself that the possibility of the other driver being out of ammo was high. He had an idea, but he didn’t like it. He slammed on the breaks and started reversing again towards the orange sedan. As they got closer to each other the orange sedan cut to the left at the last second before impact and the black mustang came to a stop at the same time as the other car evaded. The sedan came to a screeching halt, but the black mustang driver was already out of his car and running to the driver door of the other car with a wooden bat in his hands. A gun stuck out the window before he could reach the door handle, and he swung his bat like he was hitting a fast ball and crushed the gun out of the sedan drivers’ hands with a bone crushing smack. The driver cried out in pain and the mustang driver swung the bat again but this time smashing in the sedan drivers face. The back-passenger door swung open and a man with an Uzi stepped out and opened fire through the windows of the car. The man with the bat dropped to the ground and crawled around the other side of the car. As he was crawling the other man’s weapon ran out of ammo and the man with the bat sprung up and threw the bat at the other man’s head. It crashed into the gunman’s head, and as he fell the man who threw the bat slid across the hood of the car and started punching the man in the face as he hit the ground. He stood up and picked up his bat and wacked the guy in the face a few times until his face was unrecognizable. After locating the gun, he smacked out of the driver’s hand, he picked it up and rushed back to his car with it and his bat. The sirens were now just around the corner. He threw the car in first and peeled out down the road taking every turn he could. His heart was racing faster than his car was and he didn’t even know if he was alive. His arm started to hurt and felt like it was becoming wet. He pulled down his shirt and revealed he had been hit in the shoulder. Blood was steadily coming out of his wound. It went completely through and left no remnant of the bullets. His ears started to burn, and he felt like his body was fluctuating in temperature. He honestly was waiting to spit up blood at any moment and roll over and die but it must not have been as had as he thought.
When he took out that guard at the warehouse, he thought he would make a clean escape. He was lucky to have grabbed a gun and grenade off him when he knocked him unconscious. But what he couldn’t believe was the actual drop. He risked his life daily to make runs for criminals. He never asked what he would be dropping off and he never usually cared. But this time it had everyone in a frenzy. Everyone wanted the package this time. And for some reason they were willing to tear up the whole city to get their hands on it. He couldn’t even believe that he himself, at the last second, snatched up the package and ran knowing that everyone was armed to the teeth and just waiting for someone to step out of line so they could kill them. He reached under the passenger seat and pulled a small med kit out from under it. He clumsily wadded up some gauze and plugged it into both sides of his wound and groaned in pain. He had no clue what was next or where to go. As he pondered his next move, a very small voice squeaked out from the back seat of his car.
“Are all the bad guys gone? Said the tiny voice from behind him. In the backseat of the car the whole time, was a small child who was hiding and hanging on for dear life.
The driver weakly replied. “Yes, the bad guys are all gone now and you’re safe. I won’t let anyone ever hurt you again.”253Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEmVYQwBdIb
