Alexie's story- Forever Yours

Night Of The Living Plymouth Furies... continued

the guy in the blue car(let's call him Tommie), still drove in between both of the Plymouth Furies.

They drove at the same length, as if all of this was planned. Tommie finally had had enough. he hit the brakes on his car so hard that his car suddenly broke down.

Right there on the highway. he angrily got out and stomped over in front of his car and kicked the front of it. 

Then he remembered about the two cars that were standing there, as if they were watching him.

"how about a ride?" he asked. "either one of you. doesn't matter. I'm not picky. " no reply. "please?" he asked. then he started to get a little scared.

"there is no one inside of you cars. are there?" he didn't expect an answer. but Christine- Arnie's car, suddenly blared her horn for a long time.

Then she stopped. Tommie looked at her. "what was that for?" he asked. "you cars are creeping me out!"

Then Alexie's car blared her horn for a long time. they were talking. Tommie slowly backed away, way thing both of them. 

Then..... the lights went off on both of the cars. including Tommie's. and the unthinkable for Tommie happened.

Just before the cars decided to go for the kill, they both turned on the headlights inside of the cars to reveal that there was no one inside.

Tommie froze. "oh hell no!" he cried. then, Alexie's car headed straight for him. he turned and ran.

The car didn't turn on its headlights, so Tommie kept tripping and falling. he ran for a long time while the car was right on his heels.

Then the other car came up and blocked his only chance of escape. he put his hands out on front of him as he fell against it.

Then he immediately backed up. he got up enough courage to open the door and saw something that made his blood run cold.

there was no one inside. at all. he slammed the door closed and turned to the other car. then- it was all over.

The car behind him slammed into him and instantly crippled his legs. he yelled out in pain as he looked up at the car with hate.

"FUCK YOU!" he yelled. and that was the last time he ever said anything else. Christine- both cars- took turns running him over, and then they somehow got him over to the river that was nearby, and pushed him in.

They had both damaged both of their front ends, and went over into the woods to repair themselves. then they went back to the broken down car and pushed it onto the side of the road.

After that, they made their way back home, backing into their garage stalls and cut off their engines', letting it tick slowly and cool off. there was no evidence of them going out and killing anyone.