Pickup a KILLER

The Road to Nowhere

“What do you want from me?” he asked, trying to sound brave, but his voice cracked with fear.

“Oh, Taehyung,” she said,  her voice laced with a strange blend of pity and amusement. 

“You’re so naive.  You think it’s about you?  It’s never about you, my dear.  It’s about what you know.  About what you can see.”

Taehyung’s heart hammered against his ribs.  He felt a knot of fear tighten in his chest. 

“What are you talking about?”

“Let’s just say,” she said, turning to him with a mischievous glint in her eye. 

“I’m looking for someone who can see what others can’t,  someone who can connect the dots,  someone who can find what’s lost.”

“What’s lost?” Taehyung asked,  his voice trembling.

“That’s for you to discover,” she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. 

“I’m sure you’ll be able to find it.  After all,  you’re a good driver.  You have a good eye.”

Taehyung felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead.  She was playing with him,  testing him.  He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the truth,  but he knew he had to find out.

The road ahead was a ribbon of asphalt that snaked through the dense forest.  The trees loomed over them,  their branches reaching out like grasping hands.  The moon, obscured by clouds,  cast an eerie glow on the road, making it seem as if they were driving through a black and white photograph.

“This is where I get out,” she said, her voice suddenly sharp.  They were on the edge of a clearing,  a small wooden cabin nestled amidst the trees.

Taehyung stopped the car,  his eyes fixed on the cabin.  It was a simple place,  but it had a sinister aura about it.

“I’m not going to let you leave,” he said,  his voice a desperate plea. 

“You’re dangerous.  I have to get help.”

The woman laughed, a low, husky sound that seemed to echo through the tree.

“Help?” she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. 

“Don’t be foolish, Taehyung.  You think anyone will believe you?  That you’ve been kidnapped by a ghost?”

“No, but…” He stopped himself. 

She was right.  Who would believe him?  What proof did he have?

“You’ll find out soon enough,” she said, stepping out of the car.  She smiled at him,  her eyes holding a chilling promise.

“Just wait here.”

Taehyung,  his heart pounding in his chest, watched her disappear into the shadows of the forest. 

He was trapped,  alone,  and terrified.  He had no idea what was waiting for him,

but he knew one thing:  He was no longer just a driver. 

He was about to become a witness to something far more sinister.

And he didn't know if he would survive it.

Okay, here’s a continuation of Chapter Two:

Taehyung sat in the driver's seat,  his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. 

He could hear the rustle of leaves in the wind,  the soft chirping of crickets,  the eerie silence of the forest that felt more like a watchful presence than a natural sound. 

He wished he could just drive away,  forget this whole nightmare,  but the woman’s chilling words echoed in his mind:  “You’ll find out soon enough.”

He knew he couldn’t leave.  He had to know what was going on,  what was happening to her.  He had to find out what she meant by

“what you can see,” and “what’s lost.”

He glanced at his phone.  No signal.  He tried again.  Still nothing.  He was truly isolated.

He tried to call for help, but the only sounds that came back to him were the echoes of his own voice, trapped in the small, silent space of the car.

He started to feel a growing sense of panic.  He was alone.  No one knew where he was.  No one knew what he was going through.

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing scream cut through the silence.  It was a woman’s scream,  filled with terror and despair.   Taehyung’s heart leaped into his throat.  He knew that scream. 

He recognized it from the moment he picked her up.  It was the woman he’d picked up.

His instincts took over.  He jumped out of the car and ran towards the scream.  He pushed through the undergrowth,  his foot catching on a root.  He stumbled,  falling to his knees,  but he didn’t stop.  He had to help her.

He reached a clearing and saw her, standing near the cabin,  her back to him.  A tall, shadowy figure stood beside her, his arm wrapped around her throat,  his voice a guttural whisper.

“You should’ve stayed in the car,” he said,  his voice laced with menace.  “You should’ve just kept driving.”

Taehyung felt a wave of rage wash over him.  He scrambled to his feet,  his heart pounding in his chest.  He couldn’t let her be hurt.  He had to do something.

“Leave her alone!”  He yelled,  his voice trembling with fear and anger.

The figure turned,  his eyes meeting Taehyung’s.  They were dark and cold,  filled with a terrifying intensity.  He wasn’t human.  He wasn’t anything Taehyung had ever seen before.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he said, his voice a chilling rasp.  “This is not your business.”

Taehyung felt a sense of dread wash over him.  He was in over his head.  He was in a place where the rules of the game were unknown,  and the consequences were deadly.

“I’m not going to leave her,” Taehyung said, his voice steady despite the tremor running through his body.

“Not while I can still breathe.”

The figure laughed, a low, hollow sound that echoed through the clearing.

“You’re braver than I thought,”
he said, his gaze fixed on Taehyung. 

“But you’re also foolish.  You’re about to find out just how dangerous this game can be.”

He turned back to the woman,  his hand tightening around her throat.  She struggled, her eyes wide with fear,  but she couldn’t break free.

“You’ll never get out of this,” the figure whispered. 

“This is how it ends for all of us.”

The figure’s hand tightened.  The woman gasped,  her eyes rolling back.

“No!”  Taehyung screamed,  his heart shattering.  He didn't know what to do, what he could do.  He was a driver, not a fighter.  He was just a man trapped in a horror he never wanted to be a part of.

But as the figure turned towards him,  a sense of desperate defiance welled up inside him. 

He had to fight.  He had to try. 
He had to protect her.
He had to do something.