For writers_muses 1. If I had my way......
Continued from This piece written by simplebutterfly
He was running late and driving fast when he pulled into the lot. He watched the lights skim across the lot as he pulled around the back side of the building. She wasn’t on the porch as the lights hit the darkened building. There were still lights on inside and he was motoring slowly to the far space he always pulled in when he noticed the scuffle.
Recognition of the screaming was all it took. Mike’s knuckles went white as he gripped the wheel. Gravel rattled the dumpster as his wheels spun in the pin point turn. He revved the engine and dropped the lights. He had a glimpse of her before the darkness set in. She was bloodied and a terrible bruise darkened her face. The first wave of lust raced through him. Her torn clothes and the blood almost pulled him to get out of the car.
The fist slamming on the hood of his car jolted the lust right out of his mind. He slammed on the gas. The car jolted and knocked him over. The others were fleeing from him. But all the cars were behind him. They ran for the street and Mike shoved the roaring Charger into gear. Blood painted the dumpster like a twisted Pollack painting depicting rage. The car whined as it dug into the gravel.
Mike plunged out on the road, tires squealing and lightless. He could see the forms running down the burm of the deserted road. The car responded to his commands like a dream as it bore down on them. A body slammed into the windshield but he was locked on the one out front. Frankie was out front. Mike wanted his blood for touching his things. No one touched Mike’s things and Butterfly belonged to him.
The coward went into a building. Mike brought the car into a wide U-turn. The tail end was in the ditch front end hanging on the road pointed toward the door he’d gone in. Mike flipped on his high beams. The white light bathed the empty parking lot. The building was small and deserted. He revved the car and took off down the road.
Half a mile passed before Mike turned sharply and pointed back toward the building. Out of habit he checked the harness, tightening it around him. Boot slammed to the floor and he was rocketing back toward the small wooden building. Mike came up on it with his speedometer buried past 250. The figure in the pale blue shirt was stepping out thinking danger had passed. Mike smiled watching the terror of recognition.
The car tore him clean in half, ripping through the building like it was made of straw. His car airborne for a moment came down and he was rolling the wheel. The black beast he drove came to rest facing the destruction. Nothing moved. A slow happy smile pressed into his scarred features before he headed back to Huck’s...
The windshield wipers smeared the blood as the fluid turned it to red haze. The blood left lines across the skull giving the appearance of eyes having been plucked from it. He could still see her when he pulled into the lot. He knew she would know what he’d done. She’d know and she’d give in to him. He’d add to her bruises and relish in the fact she was his. Even she’d admit it, she had. He heard her scream it when his lights went down.
The car rumbled to a stop near her. Mike waited where he was. She would come to him.
He was running late and driving fast when he pulled into the lot. He watched the lights skim across the lot as he pulled around the back side of the building. She wasn’t on the porch as the lights hit the darkened building. There were still lights on inside and he was motoring slowly to the far space he always pulled in when he noticed the scuffle.
Recognition of the screaming was all it took. Mike’s knuckles went white as he gripped the wheel. Gravel rattled the dumpster as his wheels spun in the pin point turn. He revved the engine and dropped the lights. He had a glimpse of her before the darkness set in. She was bloodied and a terrible bruise darkened her face. The first wave of lust raced through him. Her torn clothes and the blood almost pulled him to get out of the car.
The fist slamming on the hood of his car jolted the lust right out of his mind. He slammed on the gas. The car jolted and knocked him over. The others were fleeing from him. But all the cars were behind him. They ran for the street and Mike shoved the roaring Charger into gear. Blood painted the dumpster like a twisted Pollack painting depicting rage. The car whined as it dug into the gravel.
Mike plunged out on the road, tires squealing and lightless. He could see the forms running down the burm of the deserted road. The car responded to his commands like a dream as it bore down on them. A body slammed into the windshield but he was locked on the one out front. Frankie was out front. Mike wanted his blood for touching his things. No one touched Mike’s things and Butterfly belonged to him.
The coward went into a building. Mike brought the car into a wide U-turn. The tail end was in the ditch front end hanging on the road pointed toward the door he’d gone in. Mike flipped on his high beams. The white light bathed the empty parking lot. The building was small and deserted. He revved the car and took off down the road.
Half a mile passed before Mike turned sharply and pointed back toward the building. Out of habit he checked the harness, tightening it around him. Boot slammed to the floor and he was rocketing back toward the small wooden building. Mike came up on it with his speedometer buried past 250. The figure in the pale blue shirt was stepping out thinking danger had passed. Mike smiled watching the terror of recognition.
The car tore him clean in half, ripping through the building like it was made of straw. His car airborne for a moment came down and he was rolling the wheel. The black beast he drove came to rest facing the destruction. Nothing moved. A slow happy smile pressed into his scarred features before he headed back to Huck’s...
The windshield wipers smeared the blood as the fluid turned it to red haze. The blood left lines across the skull giving the appearance of eyes having been plucked from it. He could still see her when he pulled into the lot. He knew she would know what he’d done. She’d know and she’d give in to him. He’d add to her bruises and relish in the fact she was his. Even she’d admit it, she had. He heard her scream it when his lights went down.
The car rumbled to a stop near her. Mike waited where he was. She would come to him.