The Need for Speed

Suspicions

That guy, that...

Argh, I'm just confused. Or maybe has just gone wild. It may be a dream, right? Maybe I just fell asleep when I got at my house.

But it seemed so real. The feel of that jump is still there. The adrenaline from the Porsche is still there.

Nah... I just instead went to a nearby internet cafe while AK went home. I saw some players playing Need for Speed World, so I'm just a few clicks away from playing online.

I opened up my account and picked my Sesto Elemento. I went to Ocean Hills Drive in Rockport City, and I saw a similar "Walking Dead" Porsche to the one I met.

His name in-game is "lodrin99". That is a pretty nice name.

To make sure it was not yet dinnertime, I looked around. But then, I saw that guy again.

You know that guy, graphite gray hoodie, blah. He's here. In the cafe. Still the same outfit. I still can't see his eyes.

I quickly went back to my computer slot. I drove around Rockport, and I'm hopefully away from the Porsche.

I went to Palmont City. Everything's normal. No sign of that Porsche around. Well, until I hit a truck. Then I saw it again.

"What do u want from me?!" I typed in.

"Yes Kurt," lodrin99 replied. "What do I want from you?"

The screens of the computers in the building started flickering on and off. Then it became a pattern.

Then, BOOM! The lights went out. And I mean all the lights in the city of Montreal. Skyscrapers' lights are turning off, from its highest floor all the way to the lowest.

Total city blackout. Great.

I went out and paid my 30 minute stay. It was seriously dark, and it's seriously freezing at 14°C.

I could only see headlights of cars and lights from flashlights. Then I saw that guy again.

Who is he? Slenderman? Nope. It was a boy.

I just made my way home until I picked up something.

It was sort of like, a gun, but I couldn't make it out since it's so dark.

I saw a silouhette. It was similar to the boy, so I said...

"DIE AND GET OUT OF MY LIFE!"

I shot the gun, then the power came back. Streetlights were back on. What did I see?

I saw myself holding a pistol and a police officer down on the ground. Oh no. Great. I shot a cop.

I threw the gun down on the ground and hurried back home before backup arrives. I made my steps as far as possible so they don't track me down.

Whew. Made it. Freezing.

I went inside, and my mom was waiting.

"Oh my God, Kurt, where have you been?!" My mother asked. "I was almost gonna call the cops!"

"I'm fine, mom," I squeaked.

Wait, no, I'm not fine. I just killed (or just shot) a cop. Am I going to jail? Maybe soon.

I went to my room and sat on my bed. I was thinking of what happened and is happening.

I went to sleep. I had to. I'm having too much.

*AK's POV*

That whole thing yesterday was not real. Not real.

I keep on telling myself that it was not real, but I'm also telling myself that it is true. Which is actually real?!