I know its short, but I'm just starting soo...


I'm running. The screams of the man I had just made out with get closer. My outfit makes it hard to run.

I'm wearing four inch stripper heels, black tights, black corset, black skirt and a tang top. I quickly run around the block and make it to my car. I fumble with the car keys and shove the key into the ignition. Wrong one. I look for the right one and finally find it. I push it in and the Hellcat growls to life.

As soon as I hit the gas pedal, I look in the rear-view mirror. The man is pissed and is throwing random things at my car. Thanks to the super-charged V8 engine, the vehicle accelerates rapidly. I flip on the light for my license plate to show the text: BAD A55, the fives acting as ss.I pull out onto the road and speed up to 60 mph in a matter of seconds.

Usually, I'm the loud one. My car sound psychotic, insane-really there are no words to describe its bad ass attitude. I hear another loud engine come near me. I look in my mirror and see a Charger. Its a 1969 model, with a black color and has a very modified engine. It roared as it tried to pass me. Antagonism fled over me and I left a burn mark as I went a little faster. Taking this as a challenge, the driver goes faster.

I pass the car in front of me and flee. The Charger follows me. Great. I keep weaving through the lanes until I reach my turn-off. I turn and slide. The back tires screech as I floor it down my road. I slow down a little and look back. The Charger slows and cruses past my road. The driver had the windows rolled down. I look inside and see a skull with flames. I blinked and even pinch myself. I still see it. Its bottom jaw moves and grinds against the upper jaw then it makes a monster like shout and its eyes glow a bright, flaming red. Then, the Charger takes off. I keep going, afraid to look back.

I get home and run to the bathroom. I wash my face with siring hot water to wake myself up. It was just an illusion, I tell myself. I take my heels off and rub my sore feet. I slip off my tights and fall on my bed. I'm so exhausted, I fall asleep.


I shoot awake. I listen and hear chains. Then the smoke alarm. I get up and walk into the living room. Smoke fills the room and starts to invade my lungs. I cough and make my way into the kitchen, nothing but the smoke trails on. I look in the front entrance and there he is. The man with the flaming skull, well if he was a man. I stand there, my eyes wide. He looks over my form and seems suprised. He smiles and I'm confused. I look down and see I'm only in my tang top and I was so tired I took off my skirt instead of my tights. I hide my body and then watch as he ignites the chains. Afraid he'll use them on me, I run into the living room. I hear the front door slam and a car start. I run back to the front entrance and see that the whole area including the front door is on fire. I run to get the fire extinguisher and blow out the flames. I look out the front door, or where it was, and see him drive off in the charger. The engine and tires are on fire and he guns it, causing gravel and smoke fly up. How are his tires not melted? All of it was weird. I look at the license plate and read: I'M H3LL. The 3 acting as an E. Damn right.

I memorize it and sit on my couch. I have to catch this guy. Who knows how many people's lives he's wrecked. Not like I haven't wrecked lives already. I then remembered my house. I'm gonna need to move and get that fixed.