On A Dark Desert Highway

[egghead]

While the fishnet demon expected more insolence from this one, she didn't think anyone could care that much about the greasy hobo stinking up the taxi. It amused her enough that she burst into another manic "HA HA HA".

"Awww, ain't you a sweetheart?" Rachel reached over to latch onto her first victim's arm, wrenching him back into relevance and enjoying the pained grunt her strength elicited.

"Hear that, Glen?" she added emphasis to the man's name by digging her sharp nails into his skin, making him wince. "Your boyfriend here is sticking up for you, aren't you gonna put that pretty red mouth to good use and start sucking him off?!"

Switching back to the blond, she returned the glare, her own green eye wide and staring a searing hole through his head.

"New deal: you put on the ski mask or else grandpa gets it."

 

[Axel1313]

"Shut it!" Lucid snapped, his glare only grew nastier. "Oh heeeeeeell no. I'm only gonna say it once sister, back the fuck off or you're gonna be the one to regret it." He flipped out his E-Cig. Hiding it enough in his hand to make it appear and feel like a knife.

He leaned forward in his seat and pressed the bluff weapon against her neck. "You aren't going to do a damn thing to him or going to get me in that ski mask. So why don't you shut it and uh, drive us to the gas station already!" He gulped.
Damn temper, he knew it was getting the best of him but once that train got rolling there was no stopping it. No matter what bullshit poured from his mouth. Hopefully he may be able to cover it well with even more bullshit acting.

 

[egghead]

At first it seemed like they had the upper hand, but soon the little car shook with their tormentor's witch-like cackles.

"You think I'd fall for that crapsack acting?!" she was laughing so hard spit flew out of her mouth. "I know what a knife feels like, and that ain't it. You chumps ain't packing any heat."

Her fist shot up with the same striking speed and viciousness as any predator and seized her defiant servant's wrist, wringing until the fake weapon became a new addition to her collection. The old man gasped and started to stutter something, causing her to snap her own neck whipping him a look that turned him into stone.

"What the hell are you crying about now? It's just a..." her voice trailed off as she held it up and turned it over, leaving bloody thumbprints all over the face of the cartoon cat covering the cigarette. "The hell?"

Rachel sneered at the blond and slouched forward until their noses were almost touching.

"Didn't grow out of playing with stickers yet, huh?"

 

[Axel1313]

"Shit fuck fuck shit fffffuuuck." He sang out an arpeggio of ascending pain as his wrist was snapped up and twisted till he was forced to drop the e-cig. His eyes widening in fear of a massive mistake.

"Alright, you got me. It was worth a try and it was a sucky one at that. Now give it back." He spoke quickly as he reached his other hand out and motioned for her to drop it there. Shooting her a sneer in return as she questioned his tastes. And internally cursing at himself for using THAT of all things to pretend to have a knife.

"I like Hello Kitty...a lot. Okay? Happy now? It's cute and good memories and yadda yadda yadda, so give it back right now or I bust your nose, mmkay? Come on. Chop chop. I don't got all day."

 

[egghead]

Knowing that she had finally gotten under his skin tugged at the corners of her stained lips, warping them into a razor-toothed smile that she probably wore every time she bashed in some poor soul's skull. "You know what?" Rachel leaned back, slowly. "I think I'm keeping this."

After stuffing the forlorn father's prized possession into her shirt, she shoved Glen back into his seat, finished with him for now. With another scream, the taxi tore across the desert once again.

"Don't worry, you'll get it back," she mocked, readjusting the mirror to keep a wide eye on what was going on behind her. "Maybe. All you gotta do is be a good little boy."

Thrusting another ski mask at the pencil pusher drowning in a pool of his own sweat beside her, Rachel watched in satisfied silence as he threw it over his head without a fight or wasting a second of her time. "See that?" she shouted at the back seat. "This guy gets it, maybe that's why he's gonna live longer than you."

As they approached the legendary gas station promised back at the motel, an invisible weight hung on Glen's shoulders. He was too afraid to move, too afraid to breathe, and the thick wool covering his face didn't help. He stared at his new reflection in the tiny mirror on the side of the vehicle, both stunned and horrified by how different he looked. If his B.O didn't scare people off, the mask and blood lipstick would definitely do the job.

"What's wrong?"

He almost yelped when the red woman's hand clapped him on the back. "Oh, stop moping already," Rachel honked. "Take the edge off, have a beer. I can tell you have a stick up your ass, so get ready to live a little!"

The car veered into the parking lot of the only blemish on a landscape of haze and heat, pulling up just outside of the building. His stomach sank when he saw the guns, and when asked if he ever handled one before, he quietly shook his head.

"HA, bet you're still a virgin too." Rachel tossed one to him and snorted as he fumbled with it. "Calm down, it's fake. Now you boys follow me, and don't ham it up in there because we're gonna be on the news tonight, babyyy!"

After ripping the keys out of the ignition and stashing them, she jumped out of the yellow heap of metal and stormed towards the front doors, her god-awful grin stretching wider and wider with every countdown stomp she took towards the cash register.

Glen, still fused to his seat, heard himself speak, though it was barely anything above a hoarse whisper. "Wh-what do we do?"

 

[Axel1313]

"No no no no no no no no no, give it back!" The young man reached for it in vain before it was put where he dare not reach. Retracting his hand he sat back in the chair and glared at her. His pale face a lovely tint of red again.

They had no chance to protest anymore. They were in this whether they liked it or not. He wasn't about ready to risk getting a bullet in the back, their guns may be fake but that didn't mean she wasn't packing real heat. "We'll have to grin and bear it I'm afraid. Hmmm....how about you in silence? Not really meaning to offend but welp...you aren't the most confident talker old man." He chuckled. Trying to lighten the situation as much as he could. He slicked back his hair and slid the nasty old mask over his face. Leaving only his bright green eyes showing.

"And don't worry, if we get into a real sticky situation then I got us covered." He pat his prosthetic. "Don't worry bout a thing she says either okay? She's a kook!! Only people like her people like her are really up for this kind a thing. But er, why don't you." He reached to the front seat to adjust how Glen was holding the gun and mess up his shirt more, tearing it in a few places to try and add a look of toughenss. "Stand up straight, walk like nothing is wrong, play along with whatever she does and we'll be fine alright?" He kicked open the door and followed after her as fast as his bad leg would allow.

 

[egghead]

Swiping the last flakes of red from his mouth with his sleeve, Glen nodded in understanding, eyes blinking back more tears as he prepared himself for the end of his perfectly average existence and the start of a new life of crime. "A-Alright..." was all he could choke as he climbed out of the deathmobile.

It was at that point he questioned why he couldn't stand up for himself or anyone else; he knew how much that fake cigarette meant to his friend yet still couldn't summon the courage to go against the chemical redhead. The bitch was too unpredictable, anything could make her explode, and it was the fear of being on the receiving end of that scarily familiar wrath that held him back.

By the time they showed up to the entrance, the glass doors had been smashed in and Rachel already had her gun pressed against the cashier's temple. There were out-of-place porno mags and other junk scattered all over the floor and it looked like she had somehow knocked over an entire shelf of classic Detos brand chips.

"What did you call me, fucker?!" she gnashed her shark teeth, creating a horrible grinding noise. "Do you say that shit to every lady that walks into this dump?"

"Look, ma'am, if you want the money, you can take it," the greasy-haired, pizza-faced teenager hiding behind the counter squeaked, voice cracking with hysteria. "Please, take it all, just don't hurt me!"

"What do you think I am, some kind of monster? I ain't gonna take your money..." she lowered her weapon, unexpectedly, then gestured to the tallest and scrawniest of the masked men occupying the only escape route. "He is."

"What?" Both Glen and the punk said at the same time.

"You heard me." The floor shook with each hefty clomp of her combat boots as she zeroed in on her favourite plaything and snatched him roughly by the collar before launching him towards the counter, making him stumble and almost drop his fake gun. The screw-up earned him another shove. "Well, what the hell are you waiting for?!" her raunchy laughter rang in his blood-filled ears. "Tell him to put the money in the bag already."

He slowly raised his toy pistol. He had no choice. It didn't feel like he was in control of himself anymore; he was just doing what he was told, like he always did. "P-put the money in the bag."

"Louder." His new boss ordered, glaring at him with her one staring, unblinking eye.

"Put the mo-money in the bag," he tried again, after swallowing down a sob.

"I said, louder!"

This time he screamed it, decades of pent-up urges and frustration spewing out of him all at once in a single yell that ripped his throat apart. "Put the goddamn money in the bag!"

Glen couldn't even recognize his own voice. It was outside of his body, coming from everyplace that wasn't his own mouth. The kid fumbled with the register for a bit, but soon cash rained into the burlap sack he didn't even realize he was holding until the loot became almost too heavy to hold. The next few moments were a complete blur to him as he felt himself sink deeper into a darkness so real it was almost tangible.

"Good job." Empty praise barely reached him, but he heard the next demand so clearly that it almost sounded like an idea from his own mind. "Now shoot him."

He was silent other than his unsteady panting, unresponsive until the ski mask was ripped clean off of his head with one harsh yank and the weight of a real weapon replaced the spray painted plastic. "C'mon, do it already! He knows your name and face, dumbass, it's you or him now!"

It's you or him now, her words echoed as the marionette strings connected to his shaking hands pointed the barrel of the gun straight at the boy's forehead.

"It's...y-you or me."

 

[Axel1313]

The sharp clap of a gunshot rang through the gas station. The next noise was the sound of the young punk at the counter face planting straight into it. Lucid quickly bent over to stash his own gun back in his leg and return to holding the one he was given like nothing happened. Wasn't going to be easy seeing as he knew the wild redhead knew exactly which weapons she handed them both.

"Ah....shit! My bad...the uh, shout spooked me." The young man tried shrugging it off with an added nervous laugh. It was a quick shot but hopefully he only incapacitated the dude and knocked him out...hopefully. He was many things but not a straight up murderer, but as much as he hated this, it was too difficult seeing Glen so forcefully pushed into doing it. Being driven to breaking down and committing this grave of an action.
Hell, he'd been with the guy for only a day and knew something like this would really fuck him up. More than usual. The shout alone that came from him was enough to make him jump. He didn't even know the old guy sounded like anything other than gravel and nerves. Poor guy looked beyond distraught from his angle. It was too painful to watch.

"Alright. The job is done isn't it? Let's get out of here before anything else goes wrong. Come on old man." Lucid's voice cracked horribly as he walked up and put a hand on Glen's shoulder. Hoping to calm the old man's nerves somewhat or at least get him to lower the weapon. Little difficult with his own nerves getting the best of him and his entire body shaking like they were at the center of point of an earthquake.
Upon looking down while this close he felt a lurch in his stomach. God, there was a lot of blood. The counter and other assorted items laying on it were pretty well soaked. Only thing to do was pray the kid was still breathing."G-grab whatever else you want Red. Anything at all, I'll carry it all back to the car, K? I just want to get out of here ASAP."

 

[egghead]

"Hmph." Rachel sulked as she pretended to be very interested in her nails, immediately craving more thrills after getting what she wanted...sort of. The little shit that dared to refer to her as anything other than "Your Majesty" was slumped lifelessly over the counter, so there was nothing left to do except break into the cooler for more coolers. She needed a drink.

"Oh god, oh god..." was the only sound in the stuffy room besides the clinking of bottles. Glen was hyperventilating, unable to believe or accept that a man like himself was capable of committing such atrocities. "Oh god, oh god."

He wasn't a victim or a hostage anymore. He was an accomplice, an armed robber and...killer? The growing puddle of blood on the floor touched the tips of his shoes and slowly pooled around his feet, as if confirming his fears.

"Alright, move your asses, boys." Rachel shouted as loudly as she could after polishing off a few...dozen beers, slamming her fist onto the countertop right next to the body. "We got places to go, sights to see. Who knows, maybe we'll meet some more new friends, HA HA HA!" She had to swipe a tear from her eye after another cackle fit. "Damn, I'm hilarious! Now get moving already so we can torch the joint and, y'know, clean up the little mess the geezer made."

Glen just stared at the blood.

 

[Axel1313]

"Glen, move your ass! This is not the time to stand around in shock." The young man's grip tightened on the old man's collar. Dragging him back to the door. "Your gun didn't go off in this alright? You're not a killer." Lucid had to cover his mouth for a moment as the urge to hurl rose quickly in his throat.
Dealing with the weight of what he had done was proving extremely challenging. At least he was semi happy that it was all going to go up in smoke. Out of sight out of mind.
"The faster we leave the faster we can forget about all of this and try to get away from her..somehow."

 

[egghead]

His legs dragged across the floor, uselessly, leaving long gruesome streaks behind, but as soon as they blocked off the only exit, he anchored himself to the ground, refusing to budge another step. "N-not yet..." his grip on the pistol was firm enough to crush it into powder. "We're not done here."

Glen turned around to face the she-devil who turned his vacation into a living hell. He aimed the glock at her, no trace of hesitation in his eyes this time, just the exhausted, dead stare of an old man with too many regret-filled years behind him and a bleaker future waiting tomorrow.

"Jeez, about time you grew a pair," was all she said to the barrel of the gun, still sounding impossibly bored as she sized him up, unable or just not bothering to take the threat seriously.

Her indifference only drove him further and further into the abyss he hadn't known lurked inside of him. "I'll do it..." his finger was already itching to fire. "I'll make sure you'll never hurt anyone again."

"Uh-huh..." she had the audacity to yawn. "Tell your noble bullshit to the kid jerking off to fake tits in the pit. Oh, yeah, you can't. He's dead, because of you. Are you going senile or something, did you already forget--" the rest of the vulgarity was cut off with a loud bang followed by several smaller explosions as bullets pierced the wall and the empty bottles on the counter behind her.

"Shut up!" Glen shrieked, inky blackness filling up every corner of his mind. "Just shut up already, or I swear to god I'll...I'll..."

"You'll what?" Rachel grated her teeth in anticipation. "You'll shoot me, is that it?!" She stretched out her spike-covered sleeves, welcoming death with wide open arms. "C'mon then, show me what you got! You're all talk, you maggot."

Despite the golden confidence the liquor gave her, Rachel couldn't guess how this standoff was going to end. She hadn't been afraid of dying for a long time; it was going to happen to everyone eventually, but she'd be lying to herself if she didn't admit that the feral look shrouding the gunman's face put her slightly on edge.

"Alright, alright, fine."

For the first time, she wasn't yelling or swearing out anybody; it was almost too obvious that she was trying to chat her way onto his good side or at least buy herself more time now that she was backed into a corner. "I get it. You're thrilled about your first time, and you want some more," she cautiously crept towards him, holding her hand out. "Everyone's like that, you'll get used to it. Now drop the big boy act before you hurt yourself and gimme the damn--"

Another bang was heard and the flash was seen, same as before, but something was different this time. Her leg exploded in agony the next second. Glen had shot her in the thigh, right in the soft fleshy part where her skin showed.

"You motherfuck..." Rachel seethed through a clenched jaw once she could breathe again. She was much tougher than she looked, didn't even flinch or scream...but that didn't mean she was immune to pain. "You shot me!"

He swallowed at the sight of her doubled over and writhing, did she always look so...tiny? The intoxication of power was almost soured by guilt until he told himself this was different. The woman was a nightmare, a complete monster, not some helpless boy. After she was put down, he'd be able to go back to his normal life.

Glen shut his eyes and closed his hands tighter around the gun, preparing to pull the trigger one last time.

 

[Axel1313]

Lucid watched on on horror as Glen's demeanor changed to something dark and frightening. "Whoa whoa whoa big guy!" He intervened quickly and forced the barrel of the gun downward. "The Hell are you doing? She's not fighting back. She's down and without a gun. I know she's getting under your skin but you're no better than her this way."
He tightened his grip on the barrel of the gun. "And if you kill her. That makes US the guilty party in everything. The murder of that guy, the robbery, the fire...they'll think we were the ones who forced her to do this and then killed off our only witness and proof."
He gulped. Staring Glen straight in the eyes he dropped his voice low and leaned in to keep out of earshot as much as possible. "And i can't go to jail Glen. Court under better circumstances I'm used to and can get through, but this'll send us straight to jail. And...I-I can't lose him again. You gotta understand and snap out of this.,"

 

[egghead]

Before the lost soul could carry out the unspeakable, a voice reached into the void and heaved him out. His eyelids flickered open, and as soon as the desperate green eyes glowering at him skewered his, Glen turned into mush.

He dropped his gaze to his crusty loafers again and sighed, giving in. There was a clatter as the gun skittered across the room after he tossed it aside, far from everyone's reach.

"What? You're not gonna finish me off?!"

Despite the reality that she was on the floor, bleeding out and possibly dying didn't stop the banshee from running her mouth. There was a lot of blood, though it was hard to tell which of the two bodies pumped full of lead spilled more.

"So, you're just gonna make me sit here and suffer?" Rachel's breathing was hard and uneven, almost inhuman, and she was straining to keep her voice steady. "Bet you hit my leg on purpose too, huh? 'Cuz you knew it'd kill me slower?! Damn...that's pretty cold."

Glen wasn't even paying attention anymore. Instead he fidgeted with his back pocket until he managed to pry out out a slightly bent cigarette. He leaned against one of the the front doors, puffing away and trying to calm his nerves. It was only when he stopped hearing the woman's moans and complaints that he finally looked down at her to see that she was leering right back, hatred simmering behind a crooked grin.

"Gimme a drag," was the last thing she demanded from him.

Her already rigid muscles then tensed up as his skeletal legs actually shuffled towards her. He bent down in front of the redhead, and she held her breath; Rachel half-expected a hole to burn through her cheek, mostly because putting out a cigarette against squishy tender bits was something she would do if she were in his position.

But he just wedged it between the tiny open space between her lips and stood up again, leaving her as a statue propped up against a sunglasses rack.

Turning back to his friend, Glen sighed again. "Y-you should get out of here..." he held out the loot bag for the young father to take. "Well, I mean, w-while you still can."

 

[Axel1313]

"Thank you." His voice broke. They could all breath a sigh of relief now that that gun was gone. The young man then gathered his composure and turned to the fiery woman.
"Geeze and I thought I had a mouth! You just gotta get a last word in no matter what." He watched carefully as Glen got out a cigarette to calm himself. Somehow, poor dude was shaking so horribly it was a surprise he was able to get it lit. Even more surprising was seeing him actually stick it in her mouth when she asked for it. He wasn't sure if it was out of Glen's habit of following forceful demands or pity but none the less it was a shock.

"Glen. As sweet as your offer is there are a few major issues with it. One, I can't leave without my cigarette and I'm not one to just reach down someone's shirt.....two, what makes you think I'm about to leave you here just like that? Nah man, you're too good of a guy and saved my skin. And three, I can't drive." He shrugged. "Bit more of a physical limitation on that one y'know?"

Lucid tore off a chunk of his shirt and knelt down to wrap her wound. As well as he could kneel. "And don't fool yourself hun. If you think we're gonna let you die you're real crazy. I'm not leaving here without you, you can rot in jail once this is all over for all I care but I'm not getting the brunt of the charges if we don't bring our kidnapper in as proof." With a grunt of effort he pushed himself off of the ground with the one good leg and gave his other one a small smack to get it to pop back into a straightened position. "Looks like you're gonna have to be the getaway driver Glen...and uh, let's get some gas before we light this place up. I prefer your junkmobile than the crazy taxi..."

 

[egghead]

Pouring the gasoline was probably the sixth most difficult thing Glen had ever done. The smell melded with the iron hanging in the muggy air and drilled through his nostrils and brain straight into his throbbing headache. The heat didn't help, neither did the dread that crashed down on his shoulders when he stood over the body. He had looked away, to spare himself another gruesome image he would see later in his sleep, but once back outside, he faced the paranoia that his imagination might come up with worse nightmares.

A searing voice sliced through his thoughts, making him jump. "Go on, do the honors," Rachel handed him a matchbook advertising some bar called The Blood Bucket, stuffing it into his clammy palm when not accepted as immediately as she wanted.

After fumbling with it, a stick finally struck and he flicked it out the window. The flames were small at first, but spread rapidly across the asphalt.

"What the shit are you doing?!" A good leg booted the back of the driver's seat. "Get your thumb outta your ass and step on it, the place is gonna blow any second!"

"Huh...?" Glen almost anticipated a director to shout "cut!" and end the scene, but instead he just gained another kick in the head. He couldn't remember how or when they regrouped in the taxi, but he vaguely recalled the redhead planting a tiny box wrapped in a red bow in the middle of the crime scene, and that flicker of memory was enough to pressure him to slam down on the pedal.

Behind them, as if on cue, the gas station exploded; a plume of fire erupted from the ground and consumed the building as their sins rained down on their backs as debris. The getaway car lurched back and forth along the road as it veered out of the way of the hellish downpour. The old man tried not to, for the sake of his sanity, but he looked into the side mirror to the reflection of the black smoke blotting out the perfect clear sky.

"Now that, my chumps, is beautiful." Even Rachel sounded amused by the sight. It offered a little distraction from the bullet in her thigh at least. "Good show. Anyway, where're we headed?" she pestered as she spread out as comfortably in the back seat as a dying woman could. "It'd better be somewhere I can get a drink."

 

[Axel1313]

Everything was a blur after he wrapped up the redhead's leg. Must have been the gasoline Glen was drenching the place in giving him a high, on top of the adrenaline high already making him feel funky.
He watched dazed as the flames flickered lightly behind them. Followed soon by an explosion that he could have sworn came from his own skull too. It got him so badly that the poor blonde grabbed the sides of his head like it was going to fly apart.

"We could go back to that shitty motel? Your car is back there Glen and maybe we could siphon the gas from this one into that heap?" He gulped. "L-let's just get outta here. Drive and don't look back old man. Please. For the sake of both of us. We can go back and drive off and forget this ever happened. I got more than enough cash to get us to a nice resort in Florida or Cali or wherever you wanna go..."

Still shaking, he then looked back to the Redhead as she spoke again. Wanting to be furious but didn't have the nerve for it now. "Give it b-back..." He stuttered. "We did what you wanted, you've had your fun, now while you're still alive give it back, my e-cig. I'm not reachin down your shirt for it. Who knows what you got down there so hand it over." He moved a hand away from clutching his hair to the back seat to motion for her to hand it over. "I NEED that thing back now, got it chicky-poo. ASAP."

 

[egghead]

Red-tipped claws displayed the treasure, just out of reach.

"This cheap thing's supposed to be a smoke?" The femme fatale clutched the fake cigarette with almost enough force to crack it in half. "Sure, sure, just keep your shirt on," she eventually spat, whipping the prize at him. "It ain't even worth taking anyway."

Though the trade went as smoothly as sandpaper, Glen's grip on the steering wheel eased slightly. For a second he thought he might be able to relax, but once the motel appeared across the steaming hellscape, a whimper escaped from the catacombs of his lungs. The skinny guy's screams played back to him in the same garbled, broken-down sputtering of an old phonograph, over and over, reminding him again that he was going to pay.

"Um, s-should we...really go back?"

"Gramp's is right for once," Rachel butted in from her makeshift coffin. "We should be headin' for Vegas or the nearest watering hole, for shit's sake! Not some cruddy motel."

He felt lightheaded. "I mean, what if the car isn't...Th-that guy, he was pretty upset this morning, he might have..." his stammers rapidly became less coherent and more of a wheezing fit while he imagined a smoldering pile of melted metal and tires as the taxi pulled slowly onto the cracked road leading into the parking lot.

 

[Axel1313]

"Oh thank God!" Lucid held the cig close to him as soon as it was back in his hands. A few cracks in the lamination but that was easy enough to get fixed.

"We can get to Vegas later, right now. Would ya rather drive this bright eyesore around Glen or your old familiar hunk a junk eyesore? Now, we didn't get gas but I know how to siphon it out of one vehicle to another. Least until I can get you an upgrade old man." He shrugged. Leaning forward in his seat as the crappy Motel rolled into view. Where there always this many cars here and they just never noticed.

"Hey uh, Glen? Let's make this as quick as possible too. I'm not liking the looks a this at all." He sunk down into his seat as he caught a glimpse of a familiar face lurking outside the motel. That and the how many people were now there. None of them looked happy and all of them like they were ready for something. Or some assholes who busted up a shitty old television. "Maybe just pull up right next to it and we won't even have to bother or look at any a them eh?" A nervous laugh burst forth from the young man.

 

[egghead]

Almost instantly, the taxi was surrounded by goons. The old man slowly uncoiled his bony fingers from the gearshift when he realized there was no opening for a last-minute escape. Not daring to turn around, convinced that moving more than an inch would be his last error, he split open his leather purse of a mouth. At first the words wouldn't come to him, fear abducting them and locking all away in an unretrievable prison.

"Wh-what now?" Glen managed to hiss through gritted teeth, the hard gravel in his tone evidence that he was mostly talking to the reflection of the harpy in the rear view mirror. "Don't you have anything we can use?"

He asked despite already having a hunch about a secret cache. He didn't know what kind of stash it could be, maybe drugs or just more beer, but knowing her type, there was bound to be an arsenal of death hiding somewhere in the vehicle.

"So you wanna drag even more bastards down with you, that it?" Rachel's freckled nose scrunched up as her face twisted into another fang-lined grin. "Bet you regret throwing away my gun now, could've really helped you out here."

Slipping an arm into the crevice between her spot and the car door, she then yanked out a device ripped straight out of a cheesy sci-fi flick, the see-through chamber filled with what looked like live...wasps? Not a second of time was wasted in aiming it at her new pals. "Looks like this party's over," she snorted. "You boys know how to show a girl a good time, but I'm bored now. Get out."

In what only seemed like a blink of an eye, the two chumps were left stranded in the parking lot. The sun was low in the sky, still blinding and harsh enough to drink the moisture from skin, but at least outside didn't reek of blood. The entire backseat was drenched and yet the redhead somehow managed to climb into the front with a bullet in her leg. It was almost proof that she was a demon, which made perfect sense to Glen. Maybe there was no more room in Hell for a woman so evil.

"Hasta la vista, losers!"

Rachel blew them a goodbye kiss before driving off into the sunset, leaving cackling echoes in her wake as well as the memories of every soul unfortunate enough to hear the siren song.

 

[Axel1313]

"I don't know old but we should probably-" the young man barely got a chance to think before they were shoved out of the fire and straight into Hell. Red headed demon cackling fading hauntingly into the distance.

They were tossed a gun. Of which Lucid shrieked at and tossed to the ground near Glen. He wasn't getting anywhere near that nope filled nightmare.

"Luuuuucy! Long time no see eh baby?" a sleazy man walked forward with arms wide open. Toothless grin cracked across his face. "Man, what a coincidence meetin you here eh? And you got a friend. Aww how sweet. "Another goon walked forward and kicked Lucid's bum leg out from under him. "Hope you got enough of daddy's money to pay all of us back this time. All a what you still owe me plus what it's gonna cost for your screw up this time. Gotta pay for ya buddy too this time y'know. Doubt his sorry ass can pay even a fraction of your debt." He chuckled. Eyeing the old man up and down as he motioned for the Boss to come over.