The dusty dirt road stretched out before him underneath the summer sun. Bathed in gold, the road winded through the hills and dipped through valleys. Like the veins beneath his skin, veins that were black with hate, running to a heart that beat with a mission of vengeance.
He had found them. More importantly, he had found her. The green-eyed devil with a wicked grin. She had sent him to hell. He was determined to return the favor.
The tires of his black Lincoln slipped on the road before catching again. His foot never left the gas. Time was of the essence. Soon the sun would dip below the hills damning anyone unfortunate enough to be caught outside. He was determined to kill her before dusk.
She knew that he was coming, could sense him growing closer. Whether that feeling came from her head or her heart she could not say. It didn’t matter anymore, this time he would kill her. She could sense his hate as well.
She was weak, the cursed sun was still too high in the sky. The others had left her, did he think that they were here as well? She had to do something, he was close now, maybe minutes away…
The beginning of something that I hope I will be working on for some time to come, I’ve got some neat ideas for this….