Trapped

I was suffering from writer's block today and so I grabbed my trusty notebook and ball-point pen and this little flash fic thing popped out.

I don't know why this keeps happening but I know who to blame. Ook!

So I hope you enjoy this and feel free to let me know what you think.

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The rain pattered down on the windows. It was really starting to get annoying.

The tires had gotten mired in the mud hours ago and the heavy down-pour had prevented them from getting out to try and push their way free.

The light was starting to fade and still there was no reception for their phones. They had stopped talking to each other a long time ago; their last conversation consisting of words so hateful and accusatory that there was no way to restore peace while they remained in limbo.

 The small bag of chips had been split between them and now lay crumpled and forgotten in the back. The empty bag was forgotten but not the hunger that had led to its demise. Soft growls could be heard just under the roar of the incessant rain but they weren't the kind of growls to cause fear, merely pain and irritability.

As the last of the faint day-light faded into memory, bright flashes could be seen lighting up the sky for mere seconds. Each flash was an opportunity to inspect the unchanging landscape that existed in the storm-torn world outside their car. There was a sharp gasp from the trapped occupants when a silver streak lit up the world to show a hulking figure approaching them, carrying a very large axe over his shoulder.

 The horrifying vision got worse with every crack of thunder. Every bolt of lightning showed the figure to be closer and closer.

There was no way to judge the person by his appearance because of the heavy coat he wore with the hood pulled over his head, obscuring his face as he lumbered ever closer.

 The person in the passenger seat slowly released the latch that kept the glove box closed and eased himself forward to retrieve something from the small space. The man approached; each strike of lightning counting down the moment of his arrival. Each boom of thunder shaking the trapped car and the people stuck inside.

Finally, the lightning showed him standing right outside the car by the driver's window, the axe held at the ready.

The driver pushed the button to lower the window as the passenger quickly raised his hand and pulled the trigger, sending a loud report echoing around the interior of the car, momentarily drowning out the wail of the storm.

The driver and the passenger sitting behind him immediately opened their doors and got out, not minding about the drenching rain as they grabbed the man's axe and used it on him in strong, sure strokes.

They picked up the pieces of the broken man and threw them into the trunk before jumping back inside.

The driver started the engine and slowly moved them forward along the muddy road.

"These storms make for the best hunting," he said to his companions as they headed for home and a nice warm meal.

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Copyright 2011 Molly Rogers