Hell Fire (Wild Fire: 2) (FINISHED)

24 - Hijacking a car is an art, apparently

Ember tapped her shoe impatiently as Max sat on the driver's seat of someone's car, currently shuffling wires out from under the wheel and trying to find the right ones.

"Are you almost done yet?" she questioned angrily.

"Shush," he responded, "hijacking a car is an art, you know. It takes time to do it, and when it's done correctly, it'll be beautiful."

"Sure," was all she could respond with.

She gazed around nervously in the evening breeze, watching for pedestrians.

But a sudden, "Hey!" broke her from her thoughts.

She turned in a panic to find a tall, bearded guy storming up to them.

By the leather jacket and combed hair, she could tell he was not to be trifled with.

"Hey!" he yelled again. "What the hell do you think you're doing? That's MY car!"

Max suddenly touched two wires together, and the engine rumbled. "Ember, get in."

"But-" she protested.

He shot her a glare. "GET IN."

She ran half-hazardly over to the passenger side and slammed the door shut just as the man made it to them.

Max pulled it into reverse as the man slammed his fists onto the hood, screaming curses at them.

After backing out from the spot, Max slammed on the gas, making Ember shriek when he sped off the restaurant's parking lot and down the road.

It would normally take ten minutes to get from here to the highway... it took Max one.

And Ember was pressing against the seat the whole time with how fast he was going.

Her heart was pounding, face heating, stomach sinking to her feet.

But honestly... it felt kind of good.

Like a rush.

But all the sudden, sirens screamed from behind them, making Ember break out of her daze.

She turned to look out the back window to find three police cars forming from the horizon.

"Uh-oh," she said.

"He called the goddamn police," Max muttered, "that asshole."

"Well," Ember responded, clutching onto her seat as Max went faster, "you did kinda steal his car. They're expensive, you know."

"Why do you think I never buy them?" he questioned, smirking.

She shook her head in disappointment, yelping when he slammed on the gas again. The hollow feeling inside her deepened, and she had to refrain from laughing.

"Hold on," Max said.

He suddenly took a sharp turn to the right-heading for an exit-making Ember squeal as the side of the car tipped up, and she was practically thrown at Max.

But then he spun the wheel to the left, and she slammed into the door.

"Ow!" she called out to him, sounding only half-irritated.

"You okay?" he said then.

"You're going to kill us all!" she responded. "With your horrible driving! Why were you speeding in the first place, idiot! It would make them draw attention to you faster!"

His eyes glowed with danger. "I like the rush."

"Wait..." she said, blinking. "Don't cars now-a-days have a new feature so that it's impossible to hot wire them?"