The car passed by, it made his head hurt, to think of the people there, the people inside. 'Ha ha ha. Blue Punch Buggy!' God, shut the fuck up.
He waited, where he stood, it was a deserted back road, not used often but used enough. Enough for him. Keep fucking driving, you idiots, keep fucking driving.
Then he heard it, the screech of tires, the squeal of brakes, he could even hear the frightened cry of a passenger. Empty back road. Nobody around. And they had a flat tire.
He knew this, because he had laid the glass and the nails in the road himself, and that huge tree limb, that was his, too.
He hated them, and so he squared his shoulders, and then ran out of the wet, dark woods as if he actually cared. There were two people outside the Civic, a man and a woman, lovers, maybe. Hate, hate HATE.
"Car Trouble?" This made them jump, the girl let out a faint cry when she saw the stranger, but girls were really fucking stupid that way. Most girls. All but one girl. And that girl was gone. GONE. HATE HATE HATE HATE!!!
"Um, yes, we… there was a branch in the middle of the road. I think we got a flat." The man said. He was 30… ish. He was afraid. Everyone was afraid. EXCEPT HER. And She was GONE. God, he HATED them!!!
"Flat, huh?" He had the deepest voice. Always did. It sounded like a bear was stirring in it's sleep. "I own the junkyard a few miles back, I was headin' out to town ann'I heard your automobile." Nice. Real country-like. He hoped he didn't sound like an axe murderer-- only parapalegic retards used Axes. "I could give you a tow back if ya'll want, fix your tire."
"Um… John? I don't think…" Girl was scared. DON'T BE SCARED. On the inside… I'm just like you… Sort of. She reached out and clutched the sleeve of her companion's brown felt coat, the rain creating a silvery halo around the two. "I'm scared." She whispered.
"Honey, he's just trying to help…" Her husband(?) assured her. The Seven-Foot-Tall menace before them smiled, and this gesture of kindness seemed to frighten the girl all the more. I'LL TOW YOU BACK AND KILL YOU!!! FUCK YOU, YOU GODDAMNED WHORE! You aren't HER!!!
"So, ya'll coming, or no?" He crossed his arms over his massive chest, "I'm right down the road there, I'll give ya'll a ride, follow me." He loved playing this character. The helpful idiot. In reality, he had no bumpkin accent, in reality, he wanted to scream. Later, later.
"Sara, let's just go, I bet there isn't even a phone for miles, and he's just up the road. What a lucky coincidence, huh?" Trying to cheer her up. Lucky. HAH!
"Um… John… oh, okay…" Finally, Sara relented, still clutching John's coatsleeve, following the giant, twisted being down the road towards a parked tow-truck. If they had payed close attention, they would have noticed that there were no splatter marks where rain had hit the windshield as the vehicle moved, that the keys weren't in the ignition, and the inside of the car was idle and untouched. But, they didn't. Because they were STUPID. As they got into the car, squashed together, the man spoke;
"I'm sorry, I didn't ask your name."
"Breaker." He smiled at them, his face grim, a bit lopsided. His lips were too big, and uneven. Two dark eyes twinkled within the mass of deformed-- but still recognizable-- flesh. "Breaker Mahoney."