On Route 69…
Screw him! He cant tell me what to do! I can what I want when I want! If I want to smoke pot, let me smoke pot! I even have the medical marijuana card too. I drove down the highway, no music in the car, the sky black as hell, and only a few stars out. My vision was blurred from the pot.
Maybe I shouldve listened to my brother and didn't drive. The stars were starting to look like wiggly lines as I continued to drive down the highway. I had another bag of ganja in my gloved compartment, I rolled it and lit it. It filled my lungs as I sucked it in.
"Ahhh…"
I let out a loud sigh as I blew smoke rings. The smoke filling up the car, I quickly rolled down the windows a bit as I continued to smoke. The road was getting a little shaky as I continued to drive. I started to swerve on the road a bit. I did my best to hold the wheel steady, but I still continued to swerve.
"Damn." I said under my breath as I swerved a bit more.
WHOOP!
WHOOP!
Patrol Car 34 Dash cam POV
"A black Camre has been spotted on Route 69, it appears swerving", said the officer in the car. "License plate?" responded his radio.
"Uh, PROWER99." Replied the officer as the black car slowly went to the side of the road.
The officer, a light skinned human with dark brown hair, got out of the car as the black car turned off. He approached the window and said, "Are you alright sir? You have been serving all over the road now." The driver then responded, "I am alright officer, just a little stressed, that's all."
The officer took a sniff of the air and said, "Please step out of the car sir," to the driver.
The door opened and a brown fox got out of the car.
"Have you been drinking tonight?" asked the officer as he stared at the fox. "No officer." He replied calmly.
"Lemme see your license." Said the officer as he held out his hand. The fox then looked into his pocket and gave him his I.D.
"'Marshall Prower…'" said the officer as he looked at it.
"Say, aint you the guy who designs all those games?" he asked with slight surprise in his voice.
"Yes sir." Replied Marshall with a smile on his face.
The fox then coughed violently, he put his hands around his mouth as he coughed.
"You alright buddy?" asked the cop.
"Yeah, just that…" he said with hesitation. He stood straight up, his height made him soupier compared to the cop, and said, "I aint gonna lie to you officer. I am high, not drunk, high."
"Put your hands on the top of the car and spread your legs." Replied the officer quickly.
The fox did what he told to do. As his hands where on the car, the officer began to search his pockets.
Marshall then took a glace at the road, his eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights.
"HOLY SHI-"
Normal POV
CRASH!
A black armored van slammed into the police cruiser and into the black car. The brown fox got hit by the police cruiser and he flew into the air, but landed on a haystack that was nearby. The officer was instantly splattered on impact. His body turned into red mush as the truck collided into him.
SCREECH!
The van screeched to a halt, nearly tipping onto its side as it stopped.
"GET OUT!" someone screamed from inside.
Almost immediately 3 men in black, army like uniform stepped out.
"What kind of driving was that!?" screamed one of the men.
"I didn't see them!" responded a private.
"Now we have to clean this shit up!" said one of them as he looked at the blood on the van.
"Ohh…" a low groan came from the haystack, the men raised their guns and said, "Who ever you are, get up!"
"Ohh…" he groaned again.
"McKenzie! Go over there now!" yelled one of them.
"Yes sir, Sergeant Ramirez!" he responded.
He quickly walked to the haystack, still having his gun raised.
"Get up!" he yelled.
"Ohh…" he groaned again.
McKenzie got him by his leg and pulled him out of the haystack.
"Permission to shoot this sonuvabitch sir?" he said as the Sergeant came over. He kneeled over his body and said, "No… he is perfect for the 'director'. Pack him up and put him in the van. Order Alpha team to go the loony bin, and find the medical room. That place is a perfect training ground for our 'star'." He got up and the men did what they were told.
"Torch the cars, we need to leave no evidence that shows us we were here."
The private got into the back of the van and took out a red gas can. He opened the top and poured it all over the cruiser and the car.
"Light it up!" ordered Ramirez.
"Yes sir!" said the private. He took out a lighter and threw it into the gas. Almost immediately, the cars went up in flames.
"Burn baby, burn." Said the private as he got into the van.
"Subject in van, Ramirez." Said McKenzie as he closed the van doors.
"Ok, Private Dick, drive us to the mental hospital, and try not to hit anything else…"