The Net: Nightmare on the Highway: Chapter 13
Sean Trelawney was looking paler by the second as more and more of the back seat could be seen through his body.
"The Devil gave me one chance! One last chance to get you! And I failed. Cause you can't kill True Love. Guess it's back to the firey gates of hell for me. After all, Saint Peter wouldn't take me before. He certainly won't take me now. Damn True Love! Damn it all to hell."
There was a sudden, loud, pop and Sean Trelawney was gone.
The windshield shattered, raining broken glass on both of them. Jacob closed his eyes against the glass and when he opened them again, Angela was staring at her arm.
"My arm feels tingly," she said. "It didn't feel like this last time I was shot in the arm?"
"Take your hand away, let me see how bad it is."
Angela moved her hand to reveal the area where she'd been shot but Jacob couldn't see a bullet wound. Only a massive bruise the size of China remained along with the blood that had already poured forth and stained both their skin and clothing.
"What the...what happened?"
Angela got up the nerve to look at her arm and was taken aback by the missing bullet hole.
Jacob, taking her arm gently in his hand, twisted it around a little to see the other side. Not even a scratch existed.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"I feel fine. The tingling sensation just stopped."
"Weird."
Jacob sat back in his seat and sighed. "I bet that's the same tree I hit before too."
Sirens rent the air as several police cars and an ambulance arrived on the scene. A familiar face appeared at Jacob's window.
"FBI! What the hell they doin' callin' FBI in on a simple car accident?" Jacob asked, smiling up at Walter as he rolled down his window.
"What the hell happened! You guys OK?" Angela's boss asked, a worried sound in his voice.
"Yeah, yeah, we're fine," Angela said. "We just ran off the road. My hand slipped. What are you doing here Walter?"
"That's a lot of blood for your hand to have slipped, Angela. What happened?" Walter opened Jacob's door and helped the college freshman out as a uniformed officer helped Angela.
"I told you, Walter. My hand slipped and we ran off the road."
"For three days?"
"What do you mean? It's Tuesday. By now."
"Try Friday."
"What?"
"You two have been missing for three whole days!"
"No. But. It was only one night. Jacob? Right?"
"Yeah, one night. I know it was."
"Well, I would certainly like to know exactly what happened to you two. Three days missing and you show up 500 miles from home on a little-used highway closed for major renovations and repaving. Now I want some answers."
Jacob and Angela only stared at him, trying to comprehend the truth.
"Walter," Jacob began. "You believe in Big Foot, right?"
"What's that got to do with this? You didn't see him, did you?"
"You believe the Praetorians really did exist, right?" Jacob asked as an EMT escorted him to a stretcher beside the ambulance to check him over. Angela followed close behind with another EMT.
"Of course."
"Do you believe in heaven and hell?"
"What's this all about?"
"You killed Sean Trelawney, right?" The EMT's had them both sit up on two stretchers before pulling out stethoscopes and blood pressure cuffs
"Yes, I did! Now stop asking all these questions!"
"He came back from the dead."
"What?"
"Could you just calm down for a second and breath deep for me," the EMT asked, putting his stethoscope on Jacob's chest. Jacob turned from Walter and breathed as instructed until the EMT was done with the stethoscope.
"The Devil granted him one last time to try and kill us both," Jacob explained.
"Oh my God. This is nuts. You need to seek some help. The accident screwed up your brain somehow. Angela? How are you feeling?"
"I'm OK."
"Good. I'm not sure I want to know what really happened beyond the fact that you're both physically OK."
Walter shook his head and went back to his car to wait for the EMTs to finish checking them over.
"Jacob?" Angela asked.
"Yeah?"
"Move in with me."
"What? Move in?" A grin spread across Jacob's face. "That's the best thing I've heard in a long time, Angel. Besides the fact that Sean couldn't kill us."
"I don't mean just move in. Move in, and marry me."
Jacob's eyes went wide as he studied the seriousness on her face and the hint of worry in the way she held her hands so tight they were turning white. Ignoring the EMT administering a blood pressure cuff to his arm he got off the stretcher he'd been sitting on and rushed over to Angela, throwing his arms around her.
"Oh my God, Angel, I love you. This is the moment I couldn't miss!"
"Is that a 'yes'?"
Taking her head between his hands Jacob leaned in and kissed her. "Yes," he breathed when he let her go.
She grinned.
"Um, I hate to interrupt," an EMT said, "But we still need to finish checking you over."
"We're fine," Jacob said.
"But..."
"We're fine," he said again, taking Angela's hand and pulling her off the stretcher.
He looked up at the sky and spread his arms upwards. "Because Sean Trelawney can't kill True Love!" he shouted for the whole world to hear.
A/N: There is an epilogue next...don't forget to read it!