This story takes place in a world where almost everyone has superpowers. A world full of heroes and villains. A boy named Lucas is the main focus. He has a power called "Ghost". Ever since the day that his father took his mother's life, he's been wa...
The car began speeding down the nighttime streets of the city at intense velocity. Leaking blood from his face and leg, Brian gripped the sticky bombs attached to the top of the car tightly. "STOP THE FUCKING CAR!!!!!", Brian desperately yelled once more.
Nearing a dead end, Slick quickly spun the wheel while maintaining the same speed. At the final second, the car made a sharp left turn, causing Timothy and the three black suited criminals holding him in the backseat to jerk and slam into the right side car door. The sudden drift nearly sent Brian flying off the side of the car, merely summoning a sticky bomb just in time to stick onto the top, side edge of the car at the last second.
Once the turn was made, Slick slammed his foot on the gas pedal, sending the car max speed down a steep street in center city. The speeds immediately loosened Brian's tight grip slightly, trying as hard as humanly possible to make his way back to the front of the car from the roof. The high speeds, colorful city lights, and the loss of his glasses made his vision so blurry that he nearly didn't see the fast, approaching danger ahead. The car was about to speed past a low set of traffic lights. So low that they'd knock Brian clean off the car or decapitate him.
With a millisecond to react, Brian managed to shift his weight and slide to the side of the car, summoning another sticky bomb onto the backseat car window for grip. With that, one of the black suited criminals noticed this and prepared to stab their machete through the car window to strike Brian.
Suddenly, Timothy's light shined brightly, momentarily blinding all the criminals in the backseat. With the distraction, he quickly bit the criminal with the machete on the wrist, digging his teeth into their arm. The guy grunted in pain, trying to release his arm from Timothy's bite.
Adjusting his mirror while the commotion was happening, Slick managed to see the timer in red numbers on Brian's most recent sticky bomb. The time read "29:47". "So that's it," Slick thought to himself. "I knew it wasn't actually set to five minutes for the fact his best friend is in the car. He has to have set it to the highest possible number, so his limit is 30 minutes, meaning the first bomb he placed should now be at least 25 minutes, but I'll be back at my hideout by then in no time."
Suddenly, sirens rang out from behind Slick's speeding car. In a few moments, two cop cars appeared from seemingly nowhere, rapidly chasing down Slick's car. "STOP THE CAR NOW!!!", sounded from one of the cop cars.
The sight of the police, triggered something deep within Slick. "DIE YOU MOTHER FUCKING COPS!!!", Slick abruptly shouted in a seething rage. Immediately, Slick pulled his pistol from his vest, using it to smash through his driver's seat window, and started firing gunshots at the speeding police cars approaching.
To his luck, he managed to shoot one of the driving officers in a section of their head, causing the car to swerve off road, crashing hard into a nearby pole. Both officers in that car were killed instantaneously, leaving only one cop car remaining.
The high speed chase moved to a nearly highway. The cops in the remaining police car began firing at Slick's car, managing to pop a tire. "STOP SHOOTING!!!! PLEASE!!! MY FRIEND IS IN THERE!!!!", Brian yelled back at the cop cars in distress, whilst losing his grip more and more. Realizing this, Brian elbowed the passenger side car window, shattering it and trying to inch his way into the car.
"Damn it kid!! Guys!! Don't let that kid get into the car!!", Slick snapped while simultaneously trying not to swerve off road with the popped tire. But, the black suited criminals were too busy trying to keep Timothy secured as the brighter his light shined, the more they seemed to struggle with holding him. It was as if he was getting stronger.
Suddenly, the highway drawbridge in the distance began to rise. Each side of the bridge started to rise from the center. Slick smirked as sweat dripped from his forehead and thought to himself, "Guess those cops got in touch with the coast guard on the spot. Like that's gonna stop me. If anything, they're just making this more fun. Those bastards."
In that instant, Slick pressed his foot down as hard as possible on the gas pedal and turned on the car's turbo engines as the car got closer and closer to the rising bridge. Seeing this ahead, Brian managed to fully scurry into the passenger seat through the window, landing awkwardly next to Slick. Cockily smirking with an eyebrow raised at Brian, "What's up?" remarked Slick, as he turned forward once more and drove up the rising bridge. Within seconds, the speeding car flew off the high edge of the bridge into the night sky. Everyone in the car except for Slick had their life flash before their eyes....until the car landed at a downward angle on the other side, somehow missing the bridge gap by a couple of feet. With that, Slick momentarily escaped the police...
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