The front of the semi barrels through the room, debris flying everywhere as it proceeds relentlessly forward.
The chair Lewis is wrapped to is flung, nails breaking, plastic and man sent flying forwards as the blonde lands face down, glass shards raining over him.
Dust and smoke contaminates the air, followed by the harsh smell of fresh blood.
Fuller wrenches his head from the dashboard, sporting a large purple bruise upon his forehead "Oww fuck that hurt!"
Rusty forces the driver side door open, face covered in blood, murderous look in his eyes. The trucker grabs hold of Fuller's brown jacket.
Fuller can do nothing as he's thrown through the air, a series of harsh kicks to the stomach greeting him shortly after.
Too weak to fight back, nothing to fight for ... This was how Fuller Thomas was going to die.
Rusty summons kick after bloody kick upon Fuller's body. Every time the guy tried getting back up, he was just as quickly shot down.
This treatment could have continued for ages had it not been for the miraculous escape of one Lewis Thomas, the crash had been exactly what he'd needed to free him of his bindings.
"Get the hell away from my brother!" The blonde jumps a top Rusty's back, left arm circling the man's neck and also creating a better grip for him not to slip.
Rusty smacks into anything and everything around him, using any attempts at bucking Lewis off that he could.
Lewis began punching the trucker with his free hand, aiming mostly for the face and neck. He couldn't help but stare at his brother as Fuller spits out blood. "You alright, man?"
Rusty smiles at Lewis' distraction, grabbing hold of the blondes arms and flipping the man over his shoulder harshly.
Fuller sways to his feet as Rusty kicks Lewis, Rusty's grimy hand now forcing its way into his brother's mouth, the freak was actually trying to rip his jaw clean off.
Angered, Fuller planned to rush the man when his feet touched the lone shotgun. Taking the weapon into his hands, Fuller raises the barrel "Hey, Rusty!"
Rusty looks up, fist still knuckle deep inside Lewis' mouth, the blonde screamed as the man became more aggressive, the truckers grip tightening.
Fuller may not have ever shot a gun before, but his target was right in front of him. There wasn't a single chance of him missing.
"You sick fuck! Pathetic, lonely, mother fucking freakshow! We have been through hell and it's all because of you and your shitty psychosis bull shit! But, you know what? The only thing I have to do to make you go away is pull this god damn trigger I've got pointed at your fucking head! You got that, copy that?"
The barrel is pressed firmly into the pricks forehead, Rusty smiling as his fingers dig fiercely into Lewis's jaw.
"You wanted to punish me, so you went after my little brother like every other god damn movie villain? Shit man, grow a pair and come after me you, dick! And what? All because of a stupid prank? You took shit way too far, man! And now you're going to die. Only you won't come back in the sequel cause this is real fucking life! I'm going to kill you, mother fucker!"
Lewis struggles to breath below Rusty, he didn't like seeing this side of his brother. Fists clenched as the blonde tries prying the hand out from his mouth.
Fuller hunkers down to face Rusty "You know, I've done some real messed up shit, but this? This is something that I'll never fucking regret."
Lewis turns away as the trigger is pulled, blood droplets sloshing on his face as Rusty Nail falls dead on top of him. The blonde pulling the limp appendage from his mouth.
A harsh coughing fit begins as oxygen is once again allowed to be taken into his lungs "Fu ... Fuller"
Fuller drops the gun, making sure to kick Rusty's corpse as he helps his brother to his feet "You alright, Lewis?"
Lewis nods as he continued to cough, arm over Fuller's shoulder as his brother helps him move. Sirens and yells greet the brothers as the police approach.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot! He needs help!" Yells Fuller, relinquishing custody of Lewis over to the paramedics, before he too gets checked for injuries.
A few cracked rips, four stitches and a concussion are added to Fuller's list of worst road trips ever. Lewis had a severely bruised jaw, a large bump to the head and a sprained arm.
So all in all, everything was A okay for the Thomas brothers. Sitting together in the ambulance, Fuller made the decision to go back home, in fact, he would like nothing more than to be told what a loser he was by his father, how disappointed his mother was in him.
There was a lot of shit he needed to fix, but this whole experience had made him into a changed man, hey, he watched American Justice like everyone else.
Fuller Thomas was reformed and this time it would stick, cause this time he truly meant it when said he was different.