BANG!
Phew, I only just dodged that one. I have got to get a life, so that I don't have to do this anymore. No more running away. I emerged from the forest into a clearing. No, wait. It was a field. An empty field that was probably used for farming a few years ago. Not anymore, seeing as the field is covered in knee-high grass. My eyes scouted the area for shelter. Bingo. A black Mercedes was parked in the middle of the field. What the hell was it doing there? Who cares, it was shelter.
My legs screamed in agony as I sprinted, as fast as I could through long grass, anyway, my last length. That was, to the car. I had been running for hours, away from the people trying to kill me, although only God knows why. Besides me, of course. I have not told my secret to anyone.
I had reached the car. I tried to open the passenger door. Locked, damn. Driver side, yes. It was open. Sorry to the person who owned this car, but why did you leave it in the middle of a field, anyway? I think I need it more than you do.
Oh. My. God. Well, if you're going to leave your car unlocked in the middle of a field, you would think to at least take the key out of the ignition. Oh, well. It's their loss, my gain. It was the perfect getaway car. Well, any car would've been a fine escape car. I started the engine and took off across the field.
BANG!
Shit. That bullet just smashed the rear glass. Sorry, Mercedes owner. Looks like you'll have to pay for the damages yourself, because I don't have any money. That is, if it isn't so far damaged that it can't be repaired. Which it probably will be by the time I run out of fuel, which won't be for a while. The gauge says the tank is full, thank God.
BANG!
Oh, no. The glass being smashed makes it that much easier for them to be able to shoot me. Damn it. Yes, I had taken off in the right direction. Ahead there were cars driving on what appeared to be a highway.
I took a sharp left onto the highway which I had now reached. The tires squealed on the black tar. I was now racing along the highway, dodging cars. I was definitely speeding and endangering innocent lives, but if I slowed, they would catch up. I could now see the oncoming black SUV in the rear view mirror. My foot pushed down on the throttle. The engine was revving its gut's out in protest. I seriously need to learn how to drive. No, wait. I learnt the basics of driving in my first and only driver's ed. lesson. The lesson I had before I learnt about the secret. The secret that forces me to live in hiding. Anyway, I released the throttle and slammed down on the clutch. I changed gears and my foot was back on the throttle hard. The engine no longer revved furiously. Why couldn't this car have been an automatic?
I was racing along the highway. I could drive for hours, but I knew I would have to stop for fuel at some stage. But, the SUV would have to stop sooner. Those fuel guzzlers were the cause of global warming, I recon. In fact, I think they are the reason I am running, or driving. They cause global warming, which causes the secret. Oh. My. God.
Epiphany. I now know why they are hunting me. They don't want anyone to know. Know the secret. The secret that changed my life. Why I am running in hiding. Well, I'm not doing either of those things at the moment, seeing as I am driving and out in the open. But what I am usually doing. That's why I never see my family. Oh, no. Oh, Dear. I should have thought of this, but I didn't. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I hate myself.
There are red and blue lights flashing brightly in my rear view mirror. The cops and they are the last thing I need right now. Sighing, I eased my foot off the throttle and pulled over.
