Vox Mentis

Fine fine, you'll crawl out of the wreckage you guess. But on the inside you're still glad that these assholes got their car destroyed.

Actually, maybe you should check and make sure that you aren't injured too badly before you get out.

get out of the car!! haven't you ever played GTA? if a car takes too much damage, then it will start smoking, and when a car is on fire it's gonna EXPLODE

crawl

You flex your hands and feet - extremities seem to be intact. No obvious breaks, probably just a hell of a bad day tomorrow. The drugs in your system probably kept you loose in the crash. You slowly crawl out after the short man.

The tall man's face dips into view as you exit. "Hey. Nick. Nick. Take a look to your right there. Lean forward a bit. That's it. Can you see?"

It's a white SUV. Its front is crumpled against the wall. Steam emanates from around its front wheels. The sticker on the rear window says VIRGINIA IS FOR LOVERS.

"Your girlfriend just tried to kill us, Nick. She drove right at us. And I'm not sure if you can see from there, but she didn't even stop to put on a seatbelt. That's how focused she was. Can you see her, Nick?"

"No," you say. But you can.

"Yes, and you need to hurry up and get out of there, because there's more where she came from. There are always more."

You get out of the car. You're intending to punch the man in the jaw, knock him down and maybe choke the life out of him, watch those calm eyes go ark, but something snares your wrists. By the time you realize the short man is handcuffing you with white plastic, it's already done. The tall man pushes you forward. "Walk."

"No! No! Melinda!

"She's dead," says the tall man. "Faster."

"I'll kill you," you say.

The short man jogs ahead of you, cradling his submachine gun. His head moves from side to side. He's probably looking for that girl, the one they called Rain. The girl who had stood like she was nailed to the blacktop, like she could stare down a car. "Utility van in the hangar there," says the short man. "May have keys."

Some men in hard hats and overalls approach. The short man screams at them to lie down and now fucking move. The tall man pulls open the door of a white van and puts you in it. A flash of blue in the side mirror catches your eye. There's something blue crouched under a refueling truck. A blue dress.