Murphy Pendleton wiped the perspiration with the back of his clammy fingers. Before reason could catch up with him, his elbow met the shattering glass surface. The window on the driver's side of the police cruiser gave way, allotting enough time for him to reach in and snag the unlock.
His heart raced, pulse pounding in his skull and in his ears. His eyes flashed with a red glare. A moment of insanity possessed his actions, and he found himself slaved to his own whims. Any inhibitions he might've previously had, preventing him from swinging into the driver's seat of that car were suddenly gone. Wheels shrieked and the strong smell of rubber slipped into the interior as the hijacked cruiser.
Face hot, blood cold, the car tore out of the parking lot. Only for a brief second did Murphy catch the glimpse of a uniformed-shape dashing out of the restaurant. By then, it was too late. The police officer was already phoning in on his radio.
If he were any normal crook on the street, this would be where the panic set in. Murphy was far from calm. He was a wildfire of anger and precarious decisions. He had no one to blame but himself.
It's my fault. It was always me.
He was the screw-up, after all. The man without a plan, tearing through red light after red light, a yellow, and a stop sign; maneuvering around terrified pedestrians as they attempting the cross-walk... What little hope for a future he had ahead of him fell, just like those guardrails.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. He wasn't supposed to be here. What had started off as a calm walk to clear his head turned into something that he only wished he dreamed about. But this was too much for him. With boiling blood and a lack of vision, he moved as though everything had been leading him up to this.
Now he was a civilian behind the wheel of a fucking police cruiser, going well over the speed limit. His thoughts almost drowned out to the sound of the radio chatter over the scanner...
Man, what am I thinking? Murphy thought to himself on more than one instance. This is insane. I'm going to get myself...
Arrested?
That was the intent, wasn't it?
Oh God.
This was the point where he had lost his mind altogether. Murphy wondered if sick people who acted out the horrible things they imagined felt this way. Of course, he didn't have the luxury or the time to think. He just did. When the rear-view mirror graced him with the flashing of red and blue lights, his foot met with the gas pedal. The engine roared, the rubber-smell becoming more intense as he took to the interstate highway...