All of a sudden Senna felt a sharp pain in his chest and neck, it felt like something had gone straight through him in both these places, and when he looked down, very blurry was his vision, two things stood out like sore thumbs, two 12 cal. bullet wounds in his neck and his chest both oozing blood like fountains, he fell, his head hit the marble tiling in the mall and it felt like his head had been shattered into a million pieces.
Suddenly he started hearing a shrieking noise, a siren blaring and not only that but he was also in a bed, it must've been an ambulance, then suddenly he blacked out, and this time when he opened his eyes everything looked of a redish black hue, it felt like... more like he knew that this might be the last time he would open his eyes, yet and to his relief, it wasn't.
However what he didn't know was something much much more horrific and earth shattering, it was that this time when he would open his eyes he would not be in his body... but in the chassis of his favorite car.
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M.C. Senna
HumorThis is the story of a man who died and started possessing his favorite car of his last life, it was none other than a McLaren Senna, but the fact was, he could just see and feel, he could not control anything. * Disclaimer - All of the things writt...
