It is late evening on a Friday in Le Bonnet, France, a small town in which didn't have much to offer. In addition to the four local stores and two farms, there are only ten residential homes, one owned by Valerie Coupe and her husband.

Valerie idles in her living room with her eyes on the television screen. She taps her wheel impatiently as she skims through the channels. The thick curvature of her body, along with her diamond shaped headlights, immediately gives her away as a Renault Laguna Coupe; the 2004 model. Her paint glistens a metallic silver. She lets out a disgruntled sigh and tilts on the right side of her suspension, "Celine! Are you ready yet?"

A female voice echoes from the nearby bathroom, "Just a moment, Valerie. Patience is a virtue."

Valerie rolls her eyes, as if this were something her best friend had did often. The Renault continues to switch the channels on the television, hardly even paying attention to it now.

"Alright," Celine says, rolling into the living room. She's a 2004 Citroen C4 Coupe. Her light blue paint sparkled with the vibrancy of a recently done wax, "How do I look?"

Valerie raises a lid, smirks, and replies jokingly, "Like a hooker."

Celine giggles lightly, turning to a mirror on the wall, "Oh, you're just jealous because your pregnant belly isn't going to allow you to have any fun tonight."

Valerie stands a little higher on her suspension, her belly showing now. Her doors are swollen, but her pregnancy showed a lot more underneath. It's obvious she was close to seven months, "I am not jealous! I am just angry with myself for allowing you to push me, yet again, into going with you." She's about to turn off the television when something catches her eye. Her jaw drops, reading aloud, "One found dead. One missing."

Celine ignores Valerie's citation, already heading for the front door, "Come on, Baby Mama."

"No, no. Wait," Valerie moves closer to the television, "There was a murder."

"Probably somewhere near Paris as usual," Celine responds apathetically, "Nothing ever happens around here. No worries."

Valerie continues to read the red text on the screen, "A surgeon by the name of Christophe Peugeot, and his intern, Adolphe Rousseau, left Saint Pont Hospital on Monday evening to escort the body of a patient to a nearby morgue. After no return the police were sent to investigate. They discovered Adolphe inside the morgue, tied to a table, dead, his roof torn apart. Christophe has yet to be found. We ask all residents nearby to contact emergency services if there is any sighting of him. A photo will be distributed through the network when we return."

The channel flickers over to its commercials.

"Oh, come on, Val," Celine takes the remote and turns off the television, "This is why you're always so worked up. The news over-dramatizes everything! You've had a very stressful week. Let's go out and have fun, hmm?"

"Don't you think we should at least take a look at the photo? What if we see the missing car?" Valerie tries to take the remote back from Celine, but Celine doesn't give it up.

"Val, seriously. Come on," Celine tugs at her friend's tire, "We're just going to go out a few hours. We'll have a drink or two- Well, I'll have a drink or two; We'll dance a little bit, maybe meet some new friends, and then come home safe and sound, okay? Saint Pont hospital isn't even around here."

Valerie pulls some air through her grille, giving in, "Alright, fine. You're right, but I am not staying out for more than three hours, you hear?"

Celine turns away and gets the front door, giggling as she rolls out into the night, "Sure thiiiiing, Baby Mama."

The town that the girls are to travel to is only a few miles west of their hometown, but it required driving through remote farmland and on dirt roads. It is pitch dark with the exception of the girls' headlights, as streetlights weren't needed in these parts. To make it worse, the moon had decided it's going to take refuge behind large, black storm clouds for the night.

Valerie looks into her side-view mirrors every so often to see nothing behind her but blackness. It sent chills throughout her frame, but she didn't mention it to Celine. Her friend was never the sympathetic type, and would probably just taunt Valerie for the way she felt.

"I hope we make it to the club before the rain starts," Celine says, her eyes up on the clouds above them, "I don't want my makeup ruined before we arrive."

"I wish you would have told me it was going to rain," Valerie scoffs, "because I wouldn't be on this road right now if you had."

"Well, maybe if you would have paid a little more attention to the weather than to that stupid news report, you would have known," Celine retorts.

After what seemed like ages, the town finally comes into the view. It completely stands out against the darkness and the fog, with its bright lights, night clubs and restaurants. Music is heard in the distance, and as the girls get closer, one song turns into many, each coming from different buildings. As joyous as the atmosphere is here, there was something that still felt wrong down in the pit of Valerie's gut.

"I am so happy a place like this is so close to us," says Celine as she approaches one of the more reserved night clubs. Purple and red fluorescent lighting lines the poor excuse for a door, filtering an eerie-colored glow onto the girls' paint and the cobblestone road around them, "You would never guess this is located in the middle of hundreds of farms and millions of trees!"

Valerie, however, wasn't so excited. She follows Celine as they approach the bouncer. He shoots Celine a smirk and immediately lets her and Valerie inside.

The club is a decent size for such a vacant area of France. The theme of lights matched that of the fluorescents outside: Red and purple that washes eerily throughout the place, leaving the corners and the edge of the dance floor immersed in darkness.

"I cannot believe you dragged me here again during this pregnancy," Valerie sneers, her voice now raised over the loud thumping of the bass and the stinging vibrations of the keyboard. Celine doesn't respond, attention already on a man at the pub. She bats her eyelids at him seductively, trying to get him to roll over to them.

And she succeeds. The man snatches her glance and then stands on his suspension. He staggers forward, a large grin stretching across his bumper, "Well, couldn't help but notice you over here, little lady."

Celine giggles and then leans into him, raising her rear up so it's visible in the man's side-view mirror. She feels his frame tense up as she gently runs her treads over his fender-line, "Wanna' daaaaaance?"

The man's grin widens, his eyes grazing down every part of her but her face, "After I buy you a few drinks, hm?"

Valerie's eyelids narrow and she forces herself between their intimacy, "No, Celine. You came here with me, you're sticking with me. Got it?"

"God dammit, Val," Celine ripostes with a snap, "Go find yourself someone to talk to. I'm not letting you get in the way of my fun tonight. It's the only night I get to spend outside my boring house."

"Fine, then," Valerie growls, "Go have your fun." She revs up, but her engine automatically cuts on its own for the safety of her baby. The man chuckles in Valerie's direction as he begins escorting Celine over to the pub, "Shouldn't you be home tending to your man?"

Valerie tries to ignore his vulgar remark, but it still hits her like a lead pipe. She grits her teeth angrily, already fed up with Celine's antics. She re-starts her engine and storms off to one of the dark corners of the club. The obscurity helps her cool off, and she's able to see Celine from here, watching her as she parks at the pub with the stranger.

"What a delightful friend you are, Celine," Valerie says to herself through clenched teeth, "Forcing me here with you and then deserting me as usual. I don't even know why I agree to do these things with you anymore." She stamps one of her wheels, thinking about how she should just leave Celine to do as she pleases, and how she should never speak to her again, but what kind of car would that make Valerie? She would only be stooping down to Celine's level, and plus, what if something wound up happening to Celine? Valerie knew she wouldn't be able to live with the regret, as much of a bitch Celine is.

The unpleasant thoughts start to cause Valerie's rpms to shoot up again, and she feels her body heating up. She takes deep breaths and focuses on her baby now. She feels him kick at her and her eyes widen up, a smile instantly pushing away her livid scowl.

"Well, hello there, Eliot," she speaks to the unborn child, her voice calm now. Her surroundings dissipate, so focused on the little one's kicking, "Are you angry with Celine too?"

He kicks in response to her voice and she purrs to him in return, "I love you so much, you know. I won't let anything happen to you, no matter how angry Celine makes me, okay? You are much more important to me than she is."

A voice speaks up from Valerie's side. It's calm, but it startles her, "Is everything alright over here?"

Valerie jolts and looks at the stranger, "My! Do not sneak up on me like that! I didn't even hear you roll over here.." She sighs heavily and readjusts her stance. She tries to get a good look at the man at her side, but it was difficult in this darkness. From what she could see, he is a sedan with sharp body lines and light-colored paint. She turns away from him now, in disgust, "I am not here to hook up with anyone."

The man is taken aback. He gasps, "Oh, no! Neither am I. I just noticed your condition. You must be in your third trimester, yes? What on Earth are you doing in a nightclub?"

"What, are you some kind of doctor?" she grumbles, still not giving him any sort of eye contact.

"Actually, yes," he responds, "A surgeon if you want to be more precise. My name is Christophe, what is yours?"

The name shoots a pinch of alarm through her entire frame and her pupils constrict, "Christophe?" She finally turns to face him, "You work at Saint Pont hospital?"

Christophe raises a lid, "How did you know that?"

"Y-you were on the news…missing..," Valerie shifts into reverse, "Your intern..Adolphe, too..right?"

He chuckles and shakes his hood, "Oh, no, no…everything is alright now. The police made a mistake. I left the morgue before Adolphe. I had gone home, too exhausted to go all the way back to the hospital just to clock out."

Valerie shifts back into neutral, her idle dropping back down to normal, "I see.."

"I am glad you noticed though," Christophe says, nudging her in a friendly manner, "If I were actually to have gone missing, it shows that at least someone cares."

"Y-yeah..," Valerie responds. She feels slight uneasiness in the way Christophe acts; So peaceful for someone who just lost his intern in such a gruesome way. She swallows and takes a deep breath, "Sometimes I care too much." She glances back over to where Celine is, raising a lid when she only sees the man at the pub. Another drink is placed in Celine's spot, the man having already ordered another for her.

"What do you mean?" Christophe asks. He looks over toward the pub, only because he sees Valerie looking in that general direction.

"My friend, quote-unquote, dragged me here," Valerie turns back to Christophe and begins to explain, "Now she's deserted me to go and have a little romance with a stranger."

Christophe's jaw drops, "I think that stranger just slipped something in her drink."

"What?"

Valerie immediately stands up, "Excuse me, Christophe," and rolls over to the pub, just as Celine exits the bathroom and drunkenly wobbles to meet her.

The man shoots Valerie a glare, "You still here, huh?"

"Yep, and Celine and I will be leaving now," Valerie growls at him, grabbing onto Celine's wheel, "Let's go, Celine. I think you've had enough fun, don't you?"

"Whaaaadda' ya' meeean?" Celine slurs, roughly pushing away at Valerie's grasp, "I ain't leaving til I get my daaaaance."

The man chuckles, eyelids narrowing in Valerie's direction as he speaks to Celine, "Have your last drink and then we can dance."

"Celine, I watched him put something in your drink," Valerie argues, even though she wasn't actually the one who saw it. Her voice has dropped from angry and to concerned.

"Huh?" Celine turns to the man, "You WHAT?"

The man suddenly stands tall and revs loudly, right in Valerie's face, sending massive vibrations through the floor tiles underneath the girls' tires. With a sharp clink a knife shifts out from his rim, "You think I need to do something like that to get any pussy? Bitch was gonna' get a good fuck anyway."

"Fuck you!" Celine snarls, "Cow."

"C-Celine, stop it," Valerie pulls her in the direction of the exit, "He's got a knife."

"Whatever! He should know what shit he is!" she screams, the alcohol bringing out the anger in her, "And he should know how much he'd be missing out on if I were fuckin' passed out!"

The man flashes his knife threateningly, "Best get outta' here now, before I send both of ya' home with scars."

At that Celine shuts up. She shoots the man one more glare before allowing Valerie to drag her outside. They slowly drive towards home, but Celine collapses after just a few minutes, vomiting every last drink she had onto the grass. Valerie idles at her side, stroking her roof-line, "It's okay.."

"N-no it's not," Celine whimpers, wiping tears away. Her throat stings and she spits, "I-I ruined the night. I betrayed you. I am a terrible friend. I-I can't believe how much you care..even after all that. T-thank you."

"Truthfully, I wasn't the one who saw him do it."

"Then who?"

Just then, a pair of headlights wash over the girls. Christophe approaches them, his expression stained with worry, "You two alright? I saw what happened."

Valerie smiles and pulls Christophe into a hug, "Thank you. I would have never saw that if it weren't for you."

Celine raises a lid curiously, never seeing this man before, but she feels safer knowing that Valerie at least knows who he is.

"You girls are in no shape to drive home like this," Christophe mentions, "I have a truck who can take you home. I insist."

"Oh, thank you!" Valerie smiles. She pecks him on the fender, "You're a life-saver, you know.."

"It's what I do," Christophe nods. He turns away and his tail lights lead them toward the rear of the club, "My truck is parked back here."

Valerie stands with Celine and they both follow him without hesitation. The truck sits in complete seclusion, facing the brick wall of the back of the club. The only light source washes over his trailer, painting him in an peculiar, dim yellow glow. His mirrors creak as they perk up, hearing tires behind him, "Ah, Chris, you've returned so quickly."

"I have two lovely women here that need a ride home. You don't mind?" Chris asks.

The truck chuckles and tilts his mirror to see the girls. His voice is deep and had a grungy rasp to it, "You do not lie when you consider them lovely."

"I will take that as a yes," Christophe responds. He rolls to the rear of the trailer and unlocks it, sliding it open with a loud screech, revealing blackness. Christophe turns to the girls, "Use your headlights." He lets the ramp down and, with Valerie in front, both girls roll up and inside, "I will be right behind you."

There is a slam and they are both encased in the dark of the trailer, hearing the door being locked behind them. The truck starts his engine seconds after Christophe locks them in, and he starts reversing in a hurry.

Valerie's headlights flick on, revealing an empty trailer. She looks back at Celine in her mirror, "You didn't give him our address, did you?"

"No, Val. I figured you had, because he seems to know where he's going."

"I didn't tell him, Celine," Valerie admits. She taps a front tire, nervous now. She starts to feel that same dark, uncanny feeling in her gut that she felt on the way to the club, "Maybe we should have them stop, just to make sure?"

"Oh, come on, Val. I am sure they know we're from Le Bonnet. There is no other town close by," Celine mentions. The truck hits a large bump as he enters the dirt roads, knocking the girls around a bit, "Eh, ow.."

Valerie brings a wheel up to the wall of the trailer, holding herself in place as best she can. Her voice jerks around with the amount of bumps in the road, "I do not recall this many bumps on the way in.."

"I am sure they would ask us where to go if they didn't know," Celine grumbles, "Quit being so paranoid, Val."

Valerie doesn't respond. Celine is dumb as a doorknob when it comes to most things, but she was always right about one thing, and it was how paranoid Valerie could get. Suddenly the truck makes a sharp left, throwing Celine and Valerie into the wall. The road seems to get rougher, the trailer jerking around now like a chicken about to get its head chopped off.

Valerie groans, holding herself so that her belly doesn't hit the bottom of the trailer, "We can't be that far off now."

There is a squealing of old brakes and the truck halts, idling loudly until his engine cuts. Tires are heard rolling through the dirt, and the trailer door is swung open. Celine feels drops of water hitting her trunk and she gasps a bit, "Rain."

"Christophe, are we here?" Valerie calls from in front of Celine. It is hard to see him from where she is at.

Christophe does answer, but the new coldness in his voice sends horrifying chills up Valerie's body panels, "Oh, we're here alright. But here isn't so much your home."

Her eyes widen up, in desperation to see behind her, but Celine completely blocks out her view of him. There is a blood-curdling squeal and Valerie feels Celine's weight exit the trailer.

"VALERIE!" Celine screams. There's a thud and then silence.

Valerie can feel her rpms heighten and her heart rate pounding against her undercarriage. She gulps and digs her tires into the floor of the trailer, ready to shift into reverse and run as quickly as she possibly can. She hears Christophe snigger behind her and she holds her breath.

"C'mon, Val. Come join your, quote un-quote, friend and I out here," Christophe mocks.

Valerie closes her eyes and slams into reverse, tires squealing as she flies backwards and down the ramp. She skids in the wet mud and loses a bit of control, revving herself up as she tries to find grip. She shifts and revs, tires spinning, and she feels her body propel itself in the opposite direction of the truck. Opening her eyes now, she sees nothing around her but unkempt trees. She revs higher and higher as she runs, until her engine cuts itself. She gasps in absolute fear, "Not now!" She tries desperately to re-start her engine, but it wouldn't turn, for her child's sake.

She slowly coasts to a stop beside a tree, gasping for air. Her eyes are huge and her pupils constricted, praying that her engine would cool quickly and she'd be able to start and run before Christophe finds her, "C-come on, come on," she whispers, "W-we're both going to die if you don't let me get out of here-"

There is another thud and Valerie is sent to the ground, chin hitting the mud, spraying it up and all over her front end, covering her headlights. She murmurs to herself as the pain breaks out and starts running through her body, like electricity, "A-AaAAahh.."

She hears mumbling from what seems like it is behind her, but she can't pinpoint exactly where it is coming from. Soon, all of her senses start to go out, like a black out during a storm, and she can hear nothing but the intense throbs of her heart beat against her underside.