Highway To Hell

The young man looked wildly around and saw no one else was near. Just him and Tommy now.

He looked to Tommy and he gave him the look. Tom's face spread into a huge grin.

"Kick it up John." Tom said with wild excitement. John did just that and started the engine. He pulled out of the gravel lot leaving a billowing cloud of dirt behind.

John drove but kept looking around. The first sign of a cop and he was out. He saw none.

Despite his nerves he was oddly relaxed knowing all he had to do was drive. The real work would be up to Tommy.

He took a deep breath and pulled off to the exit lane. The lane reunited him with Highway 64. He knew these roads well and that would be an advantage for him.

"Ready Tom?" He yelled. "Hell yeah!" And with that Tom cocked his MK47. It had only been a week since they got it from that smuggler they met downtown, god knew there were enough of them.

It almost scared John how quickly Tom had become so comfortable with the gun in such a short amount of time. But now the gun was out and he was on the highway, things were about to get rolling, pardon the pun.

His excitement was growing by the second. After a few minutes of driving he gave Tommy the signal and he readies his gun.

Going 60 MPH, they pulled up towards a police car that was up to no urgent business. Only a single lane divided the two cars.

Once even with the cop, Tommy aimed and fired. The result was something close to a nuclear explosion in their opinion, and not right away either.

The cop took about ten bullets in the front car door then swerved off the road and into the highway dividers. Fire erupted from the hood of the car. It was followed by a boom.

"Let loose!" John yelled and sped up towards the next car. Bullets began pouring through cars back tired and it emediatly began to slow. John pulled up to the window and looked in.

Sitting in the front two seats were a man and a woman. In the back two seats were a boy and a girl. A family. A knot grew in John's stomach.

The parents were the first to go, quickly at least. The children looked to both be around five and were screaming vigorously. Tom quickly punctuated this.

Tom laughed then looked back. The highway was never too busy this time of day, a great time to carry out their plan. Another car, a van this time was cresting over the hill behind them.

John did not pull forward, he would let then come to him. Surely enough the van pulled over to the side of the road. The engine became quiet and an older gentleman with white hair got out. He walked with a limp towards them but never made it.

He made it halfway before Tommy put a couple in his head. Tommy was a good shot. The best in John's eyes. He didn't even have trouble silencing the kids in the back of the man's van.

The screams stopped and John pulled forward and started up the highway. It took almost 10 minutes before they heard their first siren. The one blaring just for them.

By the time the cop arrived they had already taken out a couple more cars and a pickup truck.

The cop wasted no time in commanding them to pull over. Tommy let out a round through the cop's windshield and watched him do just that.

John sped ahead knowing more police would be responding soon. Now he had to get lost in a crowd. He turned right and sped up the exit ramp.

He followed the side roads and spent several minutes changing lanes and mixing themselves up in the mess of the traffic.

This time John found himself rejoining a much busier highway. There were several cars but all were moving quickly rather than James together.

He looked to Tommy and watched him raise his gun confidently. John sped up despite to honks.

Slowly but surely he worked his way towards the exit ramp but did not get off the highway. Instead he waited, staying even with the moving truck to the right of them.

They waited nearly ten minutes before the truck began pulling off the exit ramp. The Tom fired.

The truck swerved and crashed into the cement wall, blocking the exit entirely. Fire erupted from the truck's engine. No one got out.

A minivan following the truck tried to turn away but swerved right into the truck and joined the mess. They weren't the only ones. Cars seemed to endlessly pile up, thickening the the blockade.

Those who didn't stop to see what was happening sped up, trying to get away. But John was good with a car. He was good behind the wheel, as if the vehicle was an extension of himself.

He kicked the car into high gear and raced after them. John did his part of driving and Tommy was more than willing to do his part of shooting. John couldn't help but notice the evil glare in Tom's eye. As if he had cracked.

John focused on the road and watched the running people drop and the driving cars speed up. John zigged and zagged through stopped cars, navigating his way through the wreckage with ease.

Sirens from behind them. They grew louder until they were right behind them. They didn't waste their breath. The cops emediatley began firing. Tommy happily returned the favor.

They watched another police car swing off the road and crash. Bullets continued showering them. That's when John got hit.

It was quick. A bullet right in the head. He did not suffer. Tommy looked up to see why the car was slowing. He saw Johns limp body slumped over the wheel and knew he was dead.

Tommy turned back to the police and knew he would fire until he was out of bullets or he was shot himself.

Tommy did not live. He was shot in the leg and bled out, firing the whole time. Twenty three people died that day but Tommy and John were not part of that number.

Two days before the shooting Tommy and John had killed themselves. How they did it was a mystery to everyone. And I doubt it if it's ever solved.