The car pulled up onto the cliff that overlooked all of Washington, DC. Their lights shone briefly shone over a white '67 impala parked on the side of the road. The two people seated in the car thought nothing of the white car that was completely dark. They, foolishly assumed it was empty-but how could they know better? It had been forty years.
"It's so beautiful tonight, Papi," Donald whispered to Vlad.
Vlad laughed and scooped up Donald's face in his hands, "Now that I've got you as president, the world is our."
Suddenly, the lights of the impala switched on and flooded the scene with blinding white light. A man, whom they couldn't identify due to the almost godly light surrounding him, stepped out of the impala and began to walked towards the other parked car-where Vlad and Donald sat. Oh, how unaware they were of their fate. Vlad, who thought it could do anything. Donald, who would do anything for Vlad. They couldn't have seen what was coming, or who was bringing it.
"What the-"Donald began, but no sooner had he uttered the words, the unknown man was at the window of the car.
In one swift movement, he broke the window showering the car's occupants in glass. Donald moved to protect Vlad with his wide girth (yes, he was thicc, I mean no one followed the election for the p l o t).
As the mystery man emptied a gun into the two men sitting in shook, Donald gasped in horror. Recognition flickered across his face as blood flowed out of his chest (rip). Vlad, already dead, never saw the attackers face like Donald had. Never felt the shook of realizing who it was. Donald gasping for air, uttering his last breaths was left shook as he stared into the cold, brown eyes of his assailant.
"You," He hissed, and then he was gone (rip).
A cruel smile spread across the face of the mystery man: if he couldn't be president no one could. He was back, but better than ever. This wouldn't just be a repeat of the murders in the '70s oh no. This would be better.
Ted Cruz, the Zodiac Killer, turned from the bodies laying in the car and walked back to his impala. As he drove away, he pulled out his car, he pulled out his phone and dialed for the police.
"Hello, yes I would like to report a double murder. On lover's lane above Washington DC. I did it."
