Pedaling my bike, I swerved left and right, dodging all sorts of trash which littered the desolate ground beneath my feet. The car was gaining ground fast; its ebony visage glaring at me like some hell-spawned demon. A cold clammy hand seemed to envelope my body. I knew I could not escape. The car's V-8 engine roared as the driver slammed the pedal to the ground.
“They’re still coming!” she shouted, eyes closing in terror as weapons were lifted and raised in her direction. “I can’t –” At that instant, another explosion rocked the wasteland, a deafening crack and blinding stream of light that ripped through the fleshless monsters in a cloud of shattered bones and brilliant fire, this explosion so close that a wide spray of skulls and limbs from the blast whistled just a matter of inches past their faces in a screaming rush. “Enough!” a deep, demanding voice out of nowhere suddenly boomed across the desert.
Then when the car was half in the street and half in Roger's yard they all yelled "Hey Fuck-o" and speed off. "You little bastards callin me a buck-o" Roger yelled as his hudge buck teeth bit his bottom lip " I'll kick your ass". Then Roger jumped In his shit brown FORD truck and started the engine (well I mean tried to start the engine because he had to pull start it). Then he speed out of his driveway and took off with smoke coming from the tires (and from under the hood). He caught up with the Cougar and started hanging out the window trying to hit the car but he couldn't hold the steering wheel and do bash the car at the same time.
"Drivers start your Engines." A deafening sound of revving motors filled the air. Cars moved off, weaving from side to side in an effort to heat the tires during the warm up lap. Confident in his ability to beat this field, Rory charged forward as the starter's car moved off the track and the green light flashed for them to start. Rory forgot everything as the thrill of speed and power from the V8 engine under his bonnet took over.
He knew that there was no time for discussion so he jump and kicked one of the members in the face and runs the members pull out a guns and start shooting at JADE. That’s when a Delorean pulls up. The door flies open. “Get in.” the driver said. JADE jumps in the car and slammed the door shut and they drove off.
The Life and Death of 2Pac In the stifling post-boxing match Las Vegas traffic jam, a new black 1996 BMW inched along impatiently, it's gold detailing glimmering brightly under the street lights. Any attempt to catch a glimpse of the passengers within the tinted windows revealed only a distorted reflection of the chaotic, yet relatively motionless urban scene. The glass sunroof slid open and a dark figure rose partly through the opening, like a tank commander surveying the horizon for signs of the enemy. Discreetly the rear window of a nearby car rolled down as it approached, and the muzzle of a gun emerged slightly. The gun, almost indiscernible from the cavernous blackness inside the car, spewed out thirteen bullets, each one punctuated by a startling yellow flash and a reverberating crack that cut through the buzz of the traffic.
"I remember saying something like: "I feel a bit light-headed. Maybe you should drive..." Suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car... and a voice was screaming: "Jesus Christ! What are these goddamn animals?" No point mentioning these bats I thought. The poor fiend will see them soon enough.
The brake lights go off as I approach his bumper. Without warning, he swerves into my lane almost whipping his truck at me. I jam on my brakes as he cuts me off, his tail no more than 5 feet from my front bumper. I violently slammed on the brakes, as I feel my stomach sink right through the chair. The anti-lock brakes come roaring and sputtering violently, only adding to the mental and physical surprise freezing me up.
The off duty officer shouts for William's attacker to stop. The hooded man panics and opens fire on the officer. William watches the officer take three bullets to his chest and fall to the ground. The hooded man then jumps into William's car, slams on the accelerator and races straight into the busy intersection. The next sound that William hears is burning rubber, crushing metal to metal, and shattering glass.
Next thing you know the exhaust from the machine behind you roars as the red bullet begins to make his move. He flies past you at an incredible speed and nonchalantly extends his middle finger, not noticing the curve ahead.. Just around the corner another speedy car draws near and the red beast panics as he swerves back into your lane almost side swiping you. Your heart continues to pound and the last thing you see is the Corvette’s license plate that reads: “HALN ASS”. You have just become an innocent victim of road rage. A question people may ask is: What is the difference between road rage and aggressive driving?