I slammed down on the brakes. The car slid violently, over potholes, over speed bumps. It slid ten meters before straightening out and rocketing forward. Sirens followed. A spot light was set on me. But adrenaline pumped through my veins. Kept going.

Road block ahead. Shit. I floor the accelerator, and press a button on my steering wheel. The wheels screech as the car speeds closer to the road block. Three police cars. Two four wheel drives. All black.

The car is within twenty meters. Ten. Five. BAM!!!! It explodes through the block, losing speed, but shocking the police. Another helicopter comes from my left, diving at me. But I kept up the speed.

Intersection. I took a quick left, then right then sped of the road through a park. That shocked the black cars. But the choppers kept above me. I joined the road again and turned right then left into a tunnel. Another road block ahead. This time they had two rows of 4WDs. I pulled the hand brake, skidded then was off the other way – toward two 4WDs speeding right at me. Another three broke off from the road block and chased me. I hit one of the 4WDs head on. It flipped, hit the other. I slowed down but I quickly was driving again.

Out of the tunnel. I couldn’t see any cars. Or any police choppers. But two small armoured vehicles were waiting for me. Both had various weapons. Missiles. Guns. I slammed one, pushing away for a few seconds. Ahead a bridge. Both armoured cars were trying to sandwich me. I refused, pushing one ever closer to the barrier. More NOS, and the car sped ahead of the armoured cars. Two completely different choppers came from above. One, a Super Stallion could carry 25 fully armed soldiers. The other, a small gun choppers was bristling with weapons.

The Super Stallion opened up and soldiers jumped out. The other chopper rained bullets onto my car. Tires burst.

I jumped out and ran. All I could hear was my heart pounding and my feet crashing on the ground, I must have been shot a million times though I could not feel any pain, I could not feel any thing, nor could I hear anything not the roaring of choppers not the fire of the gun. I just ran to the edge of my life then jumped straight off.



Joined December 2007

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A dark short story on illicit car driving. Well, a bit weird, but hey, action packed!!

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