Dimentia (2014-05-14 20:45:07)

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Zane walked home from school, carrying his heavy load of supplies in his backpack. While he waited for the cars to pass, he saw a beautiful young woman, driving slowly in her car. He stopped and stared. Silk blond hair, complete with brown eyes, with luscious curls. While he was mentally taking a picture, her car made a honking noise. “Sorry!” He mouthed, waving. She just sighed, rolling her eyes. Zane hurried his way home, cursing his luck under his breath. The next day, Zane had to walk to school, but this time he kept a lookout for the girl. When he caught a glimpse of her shiny red car, he looked at the driver, just to be sure. When he saw her gracious beauty, he ran up to her car window. Zane signaled the driver to roll the window down. When the window was halfway down, he started his sentence. “I think you’re beautiful.” He said, with a slip of a smile.
“Uh, thanks. I - like..” She paused, looking for something to compliment. “Your shirt! I like your shirt!” She stammered, blood slowly rushing to her cheeks. Ah, her cheeks. It reminded him of velvet roses. “Well, I - gotta go now? So, bye.” She said quickly, slamming her gas pedal. After she rolled up the car window, she muttered to herself. “What a creep.” She was unsure of how she could otherwise handle the situation. But, oh no. He was not letting her off that easily, not when they were meant to be together. Or so he thought. He ran up to the driver side’s window, pretending something went wrong. Just to be sure she wouldn’t run off, he put his foot under her car’s tire, unknown to her. He signaled for her to roll her window down, but this time, without thinking, she rolled it down all the way. “I love you.” He blurted out, this time visibly smiling. Now, she was scared. As she widened her eyes, he became to see her fear. “Tell me you love me.” Zane sternly said. Was he even sane? She didn’t even know him, yet go for a date. He sensed she was going to flee, as she was straightening her knee. He then put his hand on her shoulder,being sure to stare her in the eyes. “Tell. Me. You. Love. Me.” He said, this time yanking her to his face. “ I- I love you.” She told him, lying for her own safety. “You don’t really love me. Why don’t you love me?” He replied, tightening his grip. This time, she panicked, alcerating her car forward. Zane hit the girl in her face, preventing her from driving. “Why do you not love me?!” He climbed into the car window, accidentally pushing down on the gas pedal. The car went over twenty miles per hour, and it didn’t make it any better that both were fighting in the front seat. The car was moving and jerking violently, as they both were trying to take control of the car. The girl’s nose was bleeding, acting from the punch earlier received. She acted as fast as a mammal possibly could, fiercely fighting for her own life. She clawed at his eyesight, hoping to disable his view. But that just enraged him even more. He swiftly summoned a pen from his pocket, and stabbed it in her arm. Wait a minute. What about the car? While they were fighting, the car made its way downhill, now going thirty miles per hour. They both looked upon the situation, and realised they were going straight into a tree. The woman jerked the steering wheel, hoping she could at least make it. A second too late, she managed to tilt the car over. Too bad she had filled up with gas earlier. The car set ablaze, now burning the two alive. Determined to tell the story, she climbed out the window. Or, she tried. Zane grabbed her stomach, and pulled her towards himself. “Where are you going, love? I’m right here! We can die happily, in the arms of each other!” The woman resisted, trying to pick off each of the psychopath’s fingers, which was glued on to her. “GET YOUR FINGERS OFF OF ME, YOU CRAZY JERK!” Zane flinched. He started to smile a deviously big smile. “If I can’t have you, then no other human being may. Goodbye, sweetheart. See you in the afterlife!” And he kept her in his hands, clutched like a dog holding its bone. She screamed a tremendous one, trying to alert someone, anyone, to rescue her. Sadly, she already had third degree burns. She didn’t care, she needed to survive. Through all the pain and shattered glass cutting her, she dragged her bloody self to the grass. But, this story does no end, not just yet. The car started to tremble, emitting a cruel, foul gas. She didn’t hear, or smell, the gas, too focused on her survival. But that is when the worse happened. The red, shiny, jeep of hers, had exploded. Metal scraps were flown everywhere, including into her, piercing her body. She dropped, mangled by the car she herself loved. She was found a month later, by the police. All that was left of her was a bruised, bloody, cut up girl, apparently caused by crashing into the tree. But, what about Zane? He wasn’t there. But all the police could find was dry, bloody foot prints. There was no explanation, no matter what theory forensic scientists could come up with.

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