The Hunt [BOOK 2: WAR OF MORTALS] [Completed]

The Hanging

Sirens blare down The 101 in what used to be Southern California. Back in the 2700s this road was always backed up. No one could get through and everything slow as a snail, but after a storm in 2804 this road and the cities and towns surrounding it have been empty. In 2845, Landwest, Kingke was founded, but was and still is lowly populated. From the point on The 101 was and is rarely used. One car above all others tears down the road almost leaving flames in its wake. This car is a bright red Lamborghini. The shade of the car rivals the shade of the Philosopher's Stone. The seats inside are covered in beautiful, sleek leather. Each button within the car glows amazingly with a dark, almost crimson red. Despite it's beautiful exterior and interior, this car's speed can reach up to 300 mph and is currently going a good 180. Three police vehicles trail almost just as fast behind said Lamborghini.

"WHO THE HELL IS DRIVING THIS CAR?!" One officer screams from inside his car trailing close behind at 179 mph.

"Calm down, Bobby! I'm sure we'll catch whoever this is. Do you think it could be her?" His partner questions sneaking a short glance before directing his attention back to the car before them. Bobby's hands grip the wheel just a little bit tighter. His knuckles start to turn white from the grip.

"It has to be. Her father is scheduled to be hanged in 30 minutes! It's only natural that she would be tearing through the city just to get there! The only question is why is she driving down The 101? She's never on this road and if she ever is we don't know about it. She seems to always get into the city from a different angle." Bobby glances down at his phone, then up at his partner, and lastly back at the road. "It's not like her." Bobby's partner sighs. "Tony, you have to admit it. If this is Jessaline Jackson, then she's going one the wrong way and two on the road of failure."

"You're right and you only said that last part because I reassured you earlier that we're gonna catch this son of a bitch! Whoever they are," Tony mumbles to himself. Tony looks at his phone, then back at the far stretching road before settling his eyes back on his phone. Bobby sneaks a glance at Tony.

"He'll call. I'm sure of it."

"This has never happened before. My brother is the most trusting and dependable man you'll ever meet, but for some reason lately, he just hasn't been answering my calls or- or- or even giving me the time of day. I went to apartment earlier this week and he just pushed me aside while grabbing his jacket and mumbling a soft goodbye before leaving me standing in the middle of his living room!" Tony rants.

"Maybe he's just having a tough week and needs some alone time?" Bobby offers.

"None of this would have happened if he'd just... if he'd just listen to me. That fearless bastard is going to get himself killed, Bobby!! KILLED!!"

"Hey. I hear ya. I hear ya. His work definitely isn't the safest profession."

"It's not safe at all!! I don't know what was running through Sentinel's mind when you decided to become an assassin, but I can tell you this. He definitely wasn't thinking correctly."

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I look over my seat and look out the back window of our car. I let out a small sigh of relief.

"They seem to be going after that red Lamborghini instead of us, but I'd stay going this speed until those cops are out of sight," I mutter to my cousin as face the front again and lean over the back of the driver's seat.

"Who's even driving that car?" Cheshire questions looking over at me and Fe. Me and Fe take a moment to look at each other before glancing back over at Cheshire.

"There's only one person that I know that would drive a Lamborghini at 180 mph."

"That makes two of us."