Fury versus Fury

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It was getting late. The sky was turning pink. Fury's salon was filled with the melody of Buddy Holly. Bryant relaxed with her right hand on the steering wheel, and the other looked out of the open window with a smoldering cigarette. Very soon, on the left side of the highway, a landscape appeared from a wasteland sown with abandoned cars of various shapes and sizes. " - Perhaps it would not be superfluous to look there. It is becoming more and more difficult to find details for the old timer." the sedan smoothly drove into the landfill area. What a coincidence. In almost the same junkyard, she found a friend and now a faithful partner of her whole life. After going out and looking around, she took out a small case with car tools and decided to walk around the neighborhood. In the light of the fading sun, these piles of metal resembled an exhibition of sculptures of modern art. And so luck smiled - among the "blinded" Pontiac and the crumpled Fiat, a rusted Belvedere peeked out. Boldly walking to the car, the girl felt someone's gaze on her. Looking back, Bryant was speechless - that damn Chevrolet again! Only now, it was possible to see the driver of this misunderstanding. The owner was a match for his iron comrade - a large, broad-shouldered man stood with his back to the girl and checked something at the body. "Is he following me, or am I already paranoid? Okay, calm down, maybe he's fixing his truck here too, that's all. Just don't pay attention to him." the girl's thoughts were like a restless swarm of bees, "At least it's clear why he almost hit me. The decrepit moron doesn't seem to see the road anymore, but still there." Bryant suggested, noticing a bunch of long gray hair that peeked out from under a battered hat, "The old jerk." She decided to check the interior of the Belvedere by trying to open it through a broken window. Either a small lizard ran out, whose sleep was so brazenly disturbed, or Fury's sharp alarm distracted Bryant. The dealer's palm slipped and cut itself on the protruding shards. She quickly responded to the "cries for help" of her car and only after sitting in the driver's seat did she feel a burning sensation in her right palm.

Knowledgeable people say that blood is a drug for some species of predators. So strong that they will not stop until they destroy the entire herd.

The Creeper was standing in the place where his potential victim had just been. Gently running his finger over the bloody glass, he licked off the fresh blood, "What an amazing taste." and then, closing his eyes in a moment of pleasure, "Your kidneys will be a great substitute for mine, girl!" the bastard got into his truck. A clawed hand turned the ignition key, and then wrapped around the bone knob, in the form of a human head with a grimace of deathly horror - his handiwork. The gearshift lever creaked with a sharp click. From the vibration in the cabin, all its contents rang unpleasantly. Chains, axes, spears, knives and traps seemed to speak, "Master, we are ready! Give us blood!"

Bryant only now noticed how deep the wound was, and how god damned the first-aid kit was also in the trunk. The radio crackled with static and a moment later, instead of the usual broadcast, an old tune played, straight from the 30s:

"Now, I don't care what the weather man says
When the weatherman says it's raining
You'll never hear me complaining, I'm certain the sun will shine
I don't care how the weather vane points
When the weather vane points to gloomy
It's gotta be sunny to me, when your eyes look into mine"

It is not clear why, but from this unpretentious song "there was a chill" - that feeling when there is panic against calmness put on of the most accurate scales, and literally a drop is enough to upset the balance. The caked, bloody print contrasted with the white color of the steering wheel. She was going to go out and get the proverbial "suitcase of life", but... right in front of her eyes, all the door lock latches immediately went down. "Go away. This bastard doesn't like to give in." a young brunette guy appeared in the next seat again. His glassy eyes did not even look at the girl, but somewhere into the void. Just as the dealer was about to ask what it was all about, the infernal sound of the horn hit the eardrums again!