Aster stared at the guy, the boy still pointing it at him and yelling for him to get out. Aster nodded and mumbled, "Alrigh-"
"Do not get out of the car."
"You heard me asshole. Get out!" The boy demanded, pressing the gun a bit closer. "Now."
"Look, you got the wrong car." Aster said, remaining calm, "Walk awa-"
"Now!" The boy yelled. "I'm doing you a favor," Aster said, but the boy didn't stop,
"Get out."
"You don't wanna steal-"
"Get outta the car."
"Walk away, you don't wanna steal this car-"
"Get out of the car!" The boy yelled, pressing his gun into Aster's personal space. Finally having enough, Aster grabbed the boy's wrist and twisted it behind his head, "Hey!" The boy yelped.
"Drive away."
"Wha-? I can't! I got a kid in the car! Get out!"
"Drive away now."
"What?"
"Drive."
"What do you want me to do with him?!" Aster yelled.
"Drive away! Take him with you!"
Aster shifted the gear with his free hand, then backed away, "Alright alright!" He yelled, driving away. "Let go of me, asshole!" The boy yelled, still locked in Aster's hold. "Do not ever, point a gun at me! Do you hear me? Do not ever point a gun at anyone!" Aster yelled, releasing the boy at the last word, taking his gun.
"Don't ever touch me like that again! You know what I could've done to you?!" The boy yelled, and Aster locked the doors, "What the hell are you doing?" He yelled, looking out the windows then back at Aster.
"Just strap yourself in."
"I'm not doing shit!"
"Just put on your seat-belt."
"No!"
"Strap yourself in."
"Where are you going?"
"Just strap yourself in!" Aster yelled, tired of his arguing already.
"Kill him."
Both of them paused and looked at the GPS. Aster looked at the boy. His hood had slightly fallen off, revealing his bright blue eyes, now wide with fear.
"He has seen you, and he has seen the vehicle. Kill him."
Aster shook his head, "I'm not gonna do it, I..I can't do that.." Aster said, keeping his eyes ahead.
"You either shoot him, or I'm going to shoot your wife."
Aster paused, taking a glance at the kid before looking back at the road.
"One."
A pause, moment of silence.
"Two."
The kid looked like he would say something, but before he could Aster pulled the gun out and pointed it at him, the kid turning away with a gasp and shielding his face with his hood. Aster's hand shook, before he quickly put the gun back away, "No, I can't do that!"
The kid looked relieved. "I'm not a killer," Aster said, looking away.
"Its the right choice. You will need him."
The kid looked at Aster, "You can keep the car," he then leaned forward, "Can I get out now?" He asked aloud. Aster nodded, "I'll let you out right up here."
"He is not to be set free."
The kid's eyes widened and looked at Aster, who attempted to say something.
"I...I"
"He is not to be set free."
"Listen-"
"Is that understood?"
Aster, sighing and nodded, switched gears, "Understood." He said. "What?" The kid whispered out, looking back from the console to Aster. He made a quick right turn, then the streets were filled with flashing lights and sirens.
Cops.
"Oh great." Aster said, clenching his jaw as the kid gasped and looked behind them, "Oh my god." He said, "What did you do?!" He accused. Aster sped up and the kid gasped, "Pull over!" He yelled. Aster went faster, ignoring the kid and speeding through traffic, making a hard right turn, causing the kid to lean over towards him. The kid held the door handle with all his might, his pale fingers gripping it hard, as he tried not to fly out of the seat, "Shit!" He yelled as Aster drove faster.
Straightening the car, the kid sat up, "What the hell are you doing?!" He yelled at Aster, who just yelled back, "Put on your seat-belt!" The cops hot on their trail, Aster eye's were on the road, and the kid's eyes were on the gun that sat on the other side of Aster. He reached across Aster, grabbing the gun, but Aster managed to grab his wrist, causing him to drop the gun.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Aster yelled, keeping his eyes on the road as they swerved through traffic, "Do not touch that gun!" He yelled. Swerving to avoid the cars, he continued to yell, "I need both hands to drive this car!" He yelled. The kid just yelled back, "Let go of me, asshole!" He said.
"Do you understand me?" Aster yelled, ignoring him, "Do not touch that gun!" He yelled again. He let go of the kid, "Ugh, I hope we crash!" He yelled, "Help me!"
The kid rolled the window and was now attempting to crawl out of said window. Waving his hands and yelling back at the cops, "This guy's trying to kill me!"
"What are you doing?"
"Please pull us over! This guy is crazy!" The boy continued to yell. Aster grabbed his leg and pulled him back in the car, "Stay in the car! Do you understand me?! Stay. In. The. Car!" He yelled. He sped up, the cops right behind them. He shifted the gears, making a hard right turn into a small one-way street.
He went faster.
"Pull over!" The kid yelled again, then paused, "Please slow down!" He pleaded. Aster continued to ignored him. "Oh, we're going to die." The Kid said, grabbing the handle. "Shut up!" Aster yelled, tired of him talking. He sped through an intersection, making a hard right, sending one of the cops crashing into an oncoming car. One still following them.
Aster bit out a curse and drove through another intersection, turning hard and causing the kid to lean over onto him again. He straightened up and yelled at him, "You're the shittiest driver I've ever seen!" He accused.
Aster ignored him, sparing him a look before going back to the road. He sped up, weaving through the cars, passing them and continuing to drive. "Back off, back off." Aster mumbled, checking the cop in his mirrors. He made a hard turn once more, shifting gears, weaving through traffic. The cop smacked into someone from the back. He's out.
Something crashed into their side, another cop, however disguised, a black car with a single blue light on the roof. He kept smacking their side, not giving up. Aster suddenly turned a bit, narrowly avoid the incoming cop. The disguised vehicle slammed into the cop and flipped in the air, coming to a stop, upside down, on some cars that were parked.
"Oh my god...Is he dead?" The kid asked, looking behind them. Aster sighed, shifting gears and continuing to drive, "I hope not." was all he said. He kept driving, getting back into traffic.
"Listen to me, alright?" Aster started, "I have got to get this car outta the city, or they're gonna murder my wife." He explained, "You understand me?" He finished. The kid snarled, "Sure." He said, with a roll of his eyes.
"Let me give you a little word of advice, alright?" Aster began, "Next time you wanna steal a car, try to make sure that no one is in it." He said, "Alright? It works better that way." He finished, turning right onto another road. The kid rolled his eyes again and scoffed, "I'm not stealing it, you asshole, this is my car." He said.
"What?" Aster asked.
"You probably don't understand this because you're a criminal, but in this world there are things that belong to other people, before people like you take them!" He snarled. "This car, which was really great till you added all these cameras and shit in it to drain the battery, belongs to me." He growled.
After a moment of silence, Aster spoke up again,
"How'd you find the car?" Aster asked. The Kid sighed, "I got a call from a cop that he saw my car in the garage where I found you." He explained. Aster shook his head, "What makes you think it was a cop?" He asked. "Cause he said so, genius!" The Kid sneered.
"What kind of cop calls you to tell you he's got your car but still leaves me inside it?" Aster questioned out loud, "It wasn't the police that called you."
"Then who was it?"
"I don't know."
"When was it stolen?"
"Whenever you stole it!" The kid accused.
Aster pursed his lips again, "When was the last time you saw it?" He asked. "2 days ago, I guess." The Kid finally said, "Look you're obviously very disturbed, but whatever trouble you're in, I bet you deserve it." The Kid said, "So I'll cut you a deal. Pull over, get out, and I'll let you walk away."
"What are you gonna do?" Aster pestered, "Shoot me?" He sneered. The Kid glared at him, "Give me back my gun and I will."
"What's a kid like you doing with a gun anyway?" Aster asked. The Kid glared again, "I'm not a kid! And it's for protection, so if dipshits like you try anything I can take care of it." He said.
Aster sneered, "Yeah that worked out well for you, didn't it?"
He turned down another road and continued to drive, shaking his head as the Kid glared once more and turned away, looking out the window...