The car raced down the highway in the afternoon light. It was going far over the speed limit, so other cars they passed were just a blur. Whoever was driving the car was determined to get somewhere, and quickly.
'Is he still living in the same residence?' asked Gus inside the car.
Without looking at him Mike replied, 'yes, as far as I know he hasn't moved, or his family either.'
'Good.'
'How do you want this done?'
'Quickly, but I want him to see the rest of his family die before he does.'
'Understandable.'
For Mike it had only been a just over a week since his first demise, but for Gus it had been much longer. They would enjoy their revenge, the justice in it, and see the desperation and fear in Walter's eyes. But what they didn't see was that the truck that was turning from the intersection that had reached. In just a second the massive semi trailer had collided with their in comparison small black sedan. An explosion of shattered glass and snapped metal burst inside and outside the car, the tires blowing and the car being pushed with immense power by the truck across the highway, before slamming into the concrete barrier. Smoke poured from under the bonnet as the smell of fumes became stronger and stronger.
Mike opened his eyes, but not without a sting, to see that a large, sharp piece of metal had lodged itself into Gus' chest. His mouth was agape, and his glasses had fallen off. Blood poured from the wound in his chest, but he made no sound nor movement. He was dead... again.
With immense pain and difficulty, Mike removed his seatbelt and reached over to open the car door, but it would not budge. He looked out where the window was to see that his side of the car had been the one that collided with the road barrier. He would not be going out that way.
'Goddamn it...' Mike muttered with a groan.
He went down on his stomach and began to crawl out where the shattered windshield used to be before it was cracked and removed. Some broken glass pierced Mike's hands, but he didn't care. He just needed to get out of this car.
He finally made it onto the bonnet, and rolled over onto his back, getting his breath back and looking up into the sky. There was a voice speaking to his left. Turning his head Mike saw it was the truck driver. He had gotten out of the truck and was standing next to it, looking with wild and horrified eyes at the scene of Mike lying on his destroyed car.
'Are you alright buddy?'
'What... the hell... do you think?' Mike managed through ravaged breathes.
'I just- I just didn't see you there man, I'm really sorry.'
Mike climbed unsteadily to his legs and slid down off the car bonnet before looking the truck driver in the eye. 'Yeah,' he said, 'so am I.'
Mike reached behind him and took out the handgun he had in the back of his belt. The truck driver barely had time to register what was happened when he was hit in the chest by two shots. He jerked violently before collapsing onto the road, blood seeping out of his wounds.
Stepping over to the body on the ground, Mike made sure he was dead before walking out onto the middle of the road, gun in one hand, the other empty, both by his sides. The first car that stopped would regret it, he thought.