The roar of the car borders on demonic as I turn the key. The supercharger screams as the accelerator hits the floor and air is forced down the intake. The tail kicks out on the polished concrete of the garage. We're thrown back into the seats as the 305 street slicks get traction and the front of the car lifts up. "Dominic Toretto, eat your heart out." I grin and speed out onto the road as the front wheels hit the floor with an energising force.
"Ow," complains Violet. "Do you have to do that every time?" She rubs her head.
Why is she not into cars? I sigh in exasperation. "Because I can. You don't get it. You're—" she cuts him off.
"What? Not a guy?!" She is so furious, I'm worried she'll turn into a Rider.
"No," I say, dragging it out. I run a red light. "You're not a car girl. And however much I wish you were, I can't force it upon you."
Her anger subsides. She nods and reaches for the radio dial. I glance at her from the corner of my eye. I don't stop her. She knows the rule. No 'boy bands'. I will never understand how people can listen to that bullshit.
She turns it on and the heavy metal station starts to blare. How I love metal. And it's so fitting for this car. The girl moans in the back and I look in the mirror, to see her shaking violently.
Violet looks at me. "Do you know where we're going?" she asks.
I turn in my seat and put my hand on the girl's head. I turn back after a moment, just as the car drifts slowly into the opposite lane. Wrenching the wheel to the side before hitting a truck, I glance at Violet. "Out of town... off world..." She swallows.
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Hell Raiser
Action(Warning: Graphic violence, sexual references and course language. May make some readers uncomfortable.) He's not your usual hero. He's a super villain with a sadistic personality. And he truly only hates one person. But when a mysterious figure sta...
