Malfoy's Slave (discontinued)

Chapter 5 Strange Things Happen

Wow, the car is still driving! I know we've only been on the road for about fifth-teen minutes, but it feels like hours. The trees and the clouds and the greyish-blueish sky are all wizzing past. The whole thing just feels unreal!

I hear Draco telling the driver to speed up, so he does. All the people on the street don't seem like people anymore, just strange little beings of a lower class to me. I feel important, looked up to. Which is crazy because I'm just a stupid, old slave.

Just then I hear a strange noise, the sound of glass shattering, of heavy things hitting breakable things, stuff like that. Suddenly the car lurches to a halt. I am thrown backwards into my seat. My neck jolts painfully with the force of the sudden brake. Is this some kind of joke?

The car suddenly does a '360' across the road, and I can hear 'things' rebounding off the tinted windows, but their so fast I can't see what they are. Then I hear lots of yelling, screaming. People are getting hurt. I feel my head spin with the thought of that. Will we get hurt? What's going on?

Then I remember that I am
not alone in this car. I look into the front of the car for the driver and Draco, but their not there. 'Oh no!' I think. 'What on earth is happening?!'

Then there was the car in front of us. I wonder how their doing?
Wait, what am I doing just sitting here?! I gotta get out! I hurry to undo my seatbelt, working so fast I am accidentally scratching !my self in the process. Blood drips down my palms and wrists, so I stop. I take a big breath and calm myself. I'm not going to get anywhere in this state!

I take another seep breath and slowly undo my seatbelt. There, one step done. I then push open the door to... complete chaos. There are things flying everywhere, yells and cries. There are hooded figures rushing around, muttering strange words that I do not know. I see red and green sparks flying this way and that, and so much blood, oh so much blood! It was everywhere.

I rush forward and duck down behind a 'Franks Fresh Fruits' sign just in time to avoid getting hit by a green spark flying towards me, aimed at my head. I squat there on the ground for a minute, catching my breath.

Suddenly the driver, yes, the driver, drops dead in front of me. At first I just stare at him, deep gashes on his cheeks, his arms and hands. And, before I know what I'm doing, I lean forward and throw up.