Chapter Three: The Second Jim

-Sierra's POV-

I felt the feeling of the car doors open and move. Were we there?

I opened up my eyes and saw a dark figure beside me. He settled in and took off his helmet. He ran his large hands through his thick, blonde hair.

"Thanks folks, not a lot of people pick up hitch-hickers now-a-days." the man smiled, cheerfully and gratefully. Hitch-hiker? What? When did we decide this?

"Well it looks like you took a pretty good spill back there." Maggie replied. "Are you alright?"

"Aw hell, I'm alright." he said, kindly. His large, white teeth flashed.

There was a minute of silnce. I just kept staring at him secretly. Who was he?

"Uh, I'm Maggie, this is Jim and right next to you is Sierra." Maggie introduced us all.

"Jim?" the hitch-hiker perked. "Ain't that something? I'm Jim, too!"

Oooookay, well that's weird. He had this happy-go-lucky expression on his face that kind of scared me. He looked psychotic. Please don't tell me we're keeping this guy.

He extended his hand out to me, guestering for a shake. "Nice to meet you, by the way."

I blinked and accepted. "Nice to meet you, too."

After less than a minute, a smirk formed on his face.

"So don't tell em, I bet you're a farm girl, aren't ya?" he perdicted to Maggie.

"Well I was, but the bank took the land, so I had to find something else to do." she said.

"That's me!" said the blonde, sitting forward. "Always finding something else to do, you know? A little bit of this,little bit of that. I just have to find something to keep myself occupied, or I'll just... I'll just go crazy. (He looked at Maggie) What do you do for fun?"

"I fly planes. Crop duster." my sister answered him. "Uh, Jim here's a cop and Sierra helps me with the planes."

"Really?" he said to me.

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Got myselfa few professionals here!" he said, tapping on the back of their headrests. He then looked down at my feet. I caught him eyeing the map. I shifted my feet over so I blocked him from seeing the directions. I could tell he wasn't too happy about that whenwe made eye contact.

He stared at me for a second ashe asked his next question to the other two. "So, where wegoin' to today?"

"We're just-" Maggie began, but Jimcut him off.

The brunette shot his head to the backseat. "None of your business!"

The hitch-hiker looked insulted as Jimyelled at him. But he turned back to focus on the road while the blonde smiled atoothy smile.

"My mistake, folks." he said. "I'm sorry."

-Jim's POV-

This guy's pissing me off.

Why the hell did Maggie have to force us to pick him up? It doesn't feel right just being around him.

-Day Dream-

I lifted up one of the levers beneath the wheel.

"What'chya doin' there, Jimmy?" the hitch-hiker asked me.

"I'm gonna get some coffee. You need somebody to fix your bike, so I'm going to drop you off here." I informed him.

But he stubbornly refused. "Oh no, I'm afraid that's not going to work."

"Well, it's not your call, is it, pal? I shot back, calmly.

"Well, it may not be my call..." he started. He rushed forward to me. I heard a click and felt the barrel of his gun shoved into my temple. "...I've been waiting for you, for a long, long time now."

I heard the gun go off and Maggie scream...

-End Day Dream-

...But I didn't feel any pain. At all. I held onto my neck. I was still alive.

I looked into the mirror and eyed the hitch-hiker. He was reaching into his jacket. Fuck! I knew what he was doing!

I pressed my foot down onto the brake as hard as I could. He wasn't going to take me down this time.

-Sierra's POV-

The car suddenly came to a screeching hault.

"Whooooa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" the blonde Jim exclaimed, trying to hold on, without flying everywhere.

The other Jim pulled out a gun. "Take your hand out of your jacket and get out of my vehicle!"

"Jim!" Maggie squeaked.

"Jim, I was just-"

"Get out of my car."

"Jim, I can explain-"

"Get out!" the brunette screamed. He clicked the saftey off. "Get out of my car."

I didn't know whether to be scared shitless, shocked, or just remain calm at this moment.

The hitch-hiker glared at Jim. "Alright, and thank you for the ride. But no offense, Jimmy, but if I were you, I'd get some serious professional help. (He stepped out of the car and looked at Maggie and then to me.) Nice to meet you, farm girl. Sierra."

Jim picked up the blonde's helmet and tossed it harshly inhis direction. The blonde Jim grunted as he hit by it and closed the door. As we rode away, it was more panic still around us.

"Why! Why did you have a gun on vacation?" Maggie freaked at her boyfriend.

"Maggie, he had a gun. He was going to kill me, kill Sierra, and then you!" Jim screamed back.

"Jim, he didn't have one!" I spoke up.

"Shut up,Sierra!" he yelled at me.

"Did you see a gun?" Maggiequestioned him.

"I didn't have to!" Jim screamed, stressed out to the max.

I just remained silent again. I sighed and shook my head as I buried it into the palm of my hand.

The last thing I heard Jim say was, "He definitely had a gun."