Fury versus "Fury"

Looking to your fear

Now the car was speeding through the open area, kicking up sand dust again. A terrible roar sounded in the distance. Such a cry did not belong to any of the animals on the planet, because there is no creature that simultaneously growls like a huge dog and squeaks like a bat. Is that right? "Shut up!" the greaser boldly shouted into the distance, "Whoo, it seems someone is very angry that his piece of cake was stolen." "Explain to me what's going on? I'm begging you." the girl slowly had tears in her eyes. "Better look at the road." after these words, he disappeared. It got dark. The girl did not remember turning on the headlights, but nevertheless, they brightly illuminated the old road surface. And how did she get here? The highway seemed to have no beginning or end. There were many bright stars in the sky. Alcohol, mixed with general fatigue, began to slowly but surely manifest itself: the grip weakened, and a veil appeared before hers eyes. It seems that the music began to play longer, as if someone was messing with a vinyl record player. Through a hazy look, it was only noticeable how the speed dropped back to 60. She was not allowed to go completely to sleep. The last thing the closing eyes saw was a rusty, chipped radiator grille. And then - everything was like in slow motion: here the car steers sharply again, but one of the fins is crushed by a strong push; all the windows except the front one are shattered, many small pieces fly around the cabin and incredibly injure the girl's face. The head is about to smash against the steering wheel. At the last moment, the seat belts tightly wrap around the torso, but it was not possible to completely avoid the blow - she broke her nose. One of the diopters of the "aviators" was shattered. The strapped body tilts back by inertia, the hat flies off the head. The musclecar abruptly drops. Like a pinwheel, the car doesn't stop spinning crazily until one of the front wheels finally pulls it into a ditch. "It looks like we have a little problem." the young man who appeared spoke cynically again. "I'm going to kill this bastard!" ignoring the multiple bleeding wounds, she tried to grope for her weapon while looking at the car's mirror reflection of the truck, whose entire windshield was decorated with a web of cracks. The cabin door creaked open and a familiar silhouette jumped down onto the road. He moved slowly towards the passenger car. His hand took something out from under the coat, then swung and threw it. Right into her. A sharp pain shot through her neck, and then spread throughout her body. Her limbs refused to obey her and gradually began to grow cold, "It seems that my spine has failed. Shit."

People says that our brain tries to find a rational explanation for any phenomenal events. Especially those that happen directly to us. Even now, Bryant's brain was desperately trying to come up with a rational, acceptable version of what was happening. It's not everyday you see an alligator's hand, or a damn lizard's, scratching the upholstery of your door! Apparently looking for a handle. She squeezed her eyes shut. A phrase from an old fairy tale popped into her head, "Grandma, why do you have such big hands?" more suited to the situation than ever. The radio panel flashed green again. Little Richard started playing, teasing the stranger with his song:

"Keep a knockin' but you can't come in
Keep a knockin' but you can't come in
Keep a knockin' but you can't come in
Come back tomorrow night and try again"

A strange looking hand began to jerk the door convulsively. One tug of superhuman strength - and the door was even more crumpled, left hanging crookedly on only one hinge, with the lock torn out by the roots. Now she could hear his breathing, heavy and stinging, like a rattlesnake shaking its tail. Then there was the sound of broken glass and the singer's perky voice fell silent, as did the engine itself. Creeper was slightly alarmed by this, " - The key cannot turn on its own... or this girl is just like that old psychic... What's was her name? Giselle. It looks like I'm going to have to chop off her head - her face is so scratched. I'll sew another one on." A beige ceramic oval keychain swayed rhythmically on the car keys, with a single word - "Christine" stamped in bright red calligraphic letters, " - Well, nice to meet you." In one motion, he took the shuriken out of the girl's neck, and with the dagger he cut off the seat belts. The body fell out of the cabin like a sack of potatoes. A new wave of pain forced her eyes open. The shock gradually began to wrap around consciousness with its sticky cold threads. "What the fuck are you?!" the first question that popped into the girl's head. The hideous face of a mixture of reptile and human looked upside down at her, grinning as if it wanted to ask, "How do I look?" The whole look was framed in a grotesque "frame" of triangular pink fragments of the right diopter. Closing his eyes, the monster took a deep breath, and now she could see that a hole had opened in the middle of his nose. It seems that the creature was catching some kind of ecstasy from what was happening. Then it abruptly stopped doing this, and also abruptly dragged Bryant to his truck.