Fun Randomness

Heartbeat

Idea 6: 00

We come screeching around a corner at full speed after a small car, smoke rising from our tires as we're thrown onto only two of them. I'm half standing half crouching between the passenger and the driver seats. I hold on to them for dear life. After we turn the corner, we get back onto all fours and make haste after our targets. "Faster!" I urge our driver, T.S. "We can't let them get away."

"I'm going as fast as this hunk of metal will allow me to." He calls back to me.

"Would you guys stop acting like this is an amusement ride? This is serious business!" Demetrius yells from the passenger seat at the two juggling round in the backseat, having a ball and busting a gut. They're known as Rider and B.W. They never take anything serious.

"Left!" I order T.S. He whips the steering wheel accordingly and the van tail whips around the corner, throwing the morons in back around even more.

"I wish there was away to take their tires out." Demetrius murmurs.

"There's a hand gun in the glove compartment." T.S. tells him.

"Why didn't you say so in the first place? This chase could have been over while ago!"

"Well I kind of just remembered it myself."

Demetrius opens the glove department and pulls out the gun. Then opens up the window and seats himself on the car door. He carefully aims and fires the gun. A hole punctures the rubber coating the rim of their wheel with a thunderous boom, causing their car to spin out of control and crash into a chain link fence lining the banks of the river that cuts through town.

Two climb out of the car and take off down the street while the other tries to scamper up the fence. Our van's side door flies open and out sprints Rider and B.W., sprinting after the runaways at a quicker pace than what they were going. Meanwhile, Demetrius scales upwards after the fence climber, catching him by his collar and throwing him down back to Earth. As he tries to run away again, Demetrius jumps down and wrestles his arms behind his back. I jump out of the van while T.S. just sits back and watches. He's just the driver so he doesn't really do anything else.

"I do believe that's a game over." I tell him with a smug look on my face as I watch him struggle under the weight of the larger male. Demetrius is one of those people who was born with a football player's build: broad shoulders, toned muscles that are not disgustingly bulky, and a sturdy frame.

My smugness soon fades into confusion when the target suddenly starts laughing. "What's so funny?"

"Do you really think you captured us?"

I look at him blankly. Before I can ask anymore questions, Rider and B.W. come dashing back our way flailing their arms. "It's a tr-!" an explosion from behind them cuts them off and flings them forward. Demetrius looks down and sees what's in the guy's hand. I guess it must have been bad because he's tackling me to the ground and covering my head just as another explosion goes off.

Idea 6: 00

Status: ///.Soon to be Revised?///

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