"Where're we going?" Gage's voice was way cooler than he had wanted it to be. His hawk like blue eyes glanced across the bench seat to Biggins in the passenger seat. Biggins kept Tommy between himself and Gage so as to make Gage think twice before attempting anything heroic.
"North," Biggins said keeping an arm draped over Tommy.
It was going to work this time, it had to. There was no reason why everything should not go as he had planned it. Just him Gage and the boy together forever. Though that may change. It mattered not. He just wanted the satisfaction of having gotten away with what he had. The lives of Gage and Tommy were really no concern of his. They were merely pawns in his game with fate. He had to prove that he could beat fate. Fate had taken Gage from him once, and now he wanted to shove that in fates face. He wanted to say to fate that he had beaten her, and that Gage's life was over now because of that. The boy was just to say that fate had no control where he was concerned. She was just a bitch with nothing over his head except who she sent him. And she had sent Gage to him, shining, gleaming like the brightest star in the night sky, wearing a big fluffy bow. He was a neat little package sent on over by fate just asking to be opened with all the vengeance of a betrayed lover.
Gage glanced over at Tommy, the kid did not appear to be afraid. In fact he seemed to know what Gage was going to do.
"Put your seatbelt on," he told the younger man in the seat next to him. Without question Tommy did as he was told and fastened the seatbelt.
Pushing the car faster Gage turned the wheel sharply causing the car to veer off the road. The right front corner clipped a tree, slowing the momentum. The car was turned sharply to the left from the initial impact, causing it to hit another tree. The impact was hard, sending jitters through the steel of the chassis. With a few last grunts of complaint from the engine the car stopped moving, nearly taking the tree with it. Gage's head rested against the steering wheel, Tommy was slumped against his back, and Biggins lay against the dash blood spilling from a cut on his head.