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Cyclefrance · 11-02-2005, 03:14 PM

(Not sure if this is breaking the rules, but... oh, what the hell..)

His body was cold and drowning. The speedo showed 75 and still he raced ahead, rain pelting his face like thousands and thousands of ice cold needles penetrating his tired, battered skin. His hands slipped on the wheel, everything was wet, soaking, his vision constantly blurred, but he could just see enough to catch the reflection in the mirror, to know that those lights were still there and closing up behind. A flash of gunfire and another bullet buried itself into the trunk of the car.

That must be about the tenth, he thought to himself, and he knew he couldn’t take much more. Just one lucky shot and the gas tank would go, and so would BusterB with it. He glanced at the passenger well. Sheila was there trying to get what shelter she could from the relentless rain. She barked. Not a frightened bark, more one that said ‘we can make it.’ He owed it to her to try.

They were out of town now heading towards the lakeside and the woods. Perhaps……

He pressed the gas pedal harder still. It was already flat against the floor but he was convinced he could get more out of the old girl. Come on, come on, come on… not far now. We can make it….

Lightning flashed, reflected in the waters of the lake. The road bent sharply here, he remembered. He prayed the Hummer driver wouldn’t. He eased his foot off the pedal a fraction, enough for the Hummer to gain extra ground. Come on,,,come on… Closer… closer… God please don’t let a bullet have damaged this. His hand moved towards the switch as the lake waters filled his vision.

NOW!

Light blazed from the rear of his car as the floodlight on the roof gunned into life blinding the Hummer’s driver. She raised an arm to shield her eyes and at that instant BusterB slammed the brakes, while swinging the wheel viciously to the right. Brakes off and gas hard on again. The car swerved across the road and off the tarmac, the rear wheel slewing and biting mud. Then it gripped. The whole car shook and he was whiplashed away from the lakeside and back on to the road, looking in his mirror just in time to see the Hummer crash through the lakeside barrier and fly into the storm-ridden air. BusterB braked violently and the car skidded to halt. A stomach-churning crash filled the air as metal hit a solid floor of water, and then just as suddenly it was silent. Even the storm seemed to hold its breath..

BusterB jumped out of the car and raced back to the bend. Hard to see, but, yes, there it was, the rear of the Hummer about thirty yards out, disappearing beneath the black rain-pocked surface. Did he hear music or something. It seemed to be coming from the Hummer. Hah! ‘The long and winding road, that leads to your-…’ and it was gone. Certainly not ‘door’ maybe ‘doom’, he smiled to himself…

A bark. Sheila was outside the car, soaked but tail-wagging. She was clearly visible - he'd left the floodlight on. He jogged back towards her and she to him. They met and he stroked her head:‘Come on girl, let’s get out of here’. They made their way back to the car. And that’s when he saw the other lights coming towards him out of the sky - and the noise. ‘What the fuck now….!!??’

The helicopter swung in low. Inside, Elspode grabbed the loud-hailer, pushing the door back so that he could reach out towards the figure below. ‘Buster, Sheila is that you?’ He looked at the pilot. ‘Turn that crap off will you’. ‘Crap?? That’s the Beatles, one of their last numbers…’

11-02-2005, 03:14 PM	#4
Cyclefrance Pump my ride! Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: Deep countryside of Surrey , England Posts: 1,890	(Not sure if this is breaking the rules, but... oh, what the hell..) His body was cold and drowning. The speedo showed 75 and still he raced ahead, rain pelting his face like thousands and thousands of ice cold needles penetrating his tired, battered skin. His hands slipped on the wheel, everything was wet, soaking, his vision constantly blurred, but he could just see enough to catch the reflection in the mirror, to know that those lights were still there and closing up behind. A flash of gunfire and another bullet buried itself into the trunk of the car. That must be about the tenth, he thought to himself, and he knew he couldn’t take much more. Just one lucky shot and the gas tank would go, and so would BusterB with it. He glanced at the passenger well. Sheila was there trying to get what shelter she could from the relentless rain. She barked. Not a frightened bark, more one that said ‘we can make it.’ He owed it to her to try. They were out of town now heading towards the lakeside and the woods. Perhaps…… He pressed the gas pedal harder still. It was already flat against the floor but he was convinced he could get more out of the old girl. Come on, come on, come on… not far now. We can make it…. Lightning flashed, reflected in the waters of the lake. The road bent sharply here, he remembered. He prayed the Hummer driver wouldn’t. He eased his foot off the pedal a fraction, enough for the Hummer to gain extra ground. Come on,,,come on… Closer… closer… God please don’t let a bullet have damaged this. His hand moved towards the switch as the lake waters filled his vision. NOW! Light blazed from the rear of his car as the floodlight on the roof gunned into life blinding the Hummer’s driver. She raised an arm to shield her eyes and at that instant BusterB slammed the brakes, while swinging the wheel viciously to the right. Brakes off and gas hard on again. The car swerved across the road and off the tarmac, the rear wheel slewing and biting mud. Then it gripped. The whole car shook and he was whiplashed away from the lakeside and back on to the road, looking in his mirror just in time to see the Hummer crash through the lakeside barrier and fly into the storm-ridden air. BusterB braked violently and the car skidded to halt. A stomach-churning crash filled the air as metal hit a solid floor of water, and then just as suddenly it was silent. Even the storm seemed to hold its breath.. BusterB jumped out of the car and raced back to the bend. Hard to see, but, yes, there it was, the rear of the Hummer about thirty yards out, disappearing beneath the black rain-pocked surface. Did he hear music or something. It seemed to be coming from the Hummer. Hah! ‘The long and winding road, that leads to your-…’ and it was gone. Certainly not ‘door’ maybe ‘doom’, he smiled to himself… A bark. Sheila was outside the car, soaked but tail-wagging. She was clearly visible - he'd left the floodlight on. He jogged back towards her and she to him. They met and he stroked her head:‘Come on girl, let’s get out of here’. They made their way back to the car. And that’s when he saw the other lights coming towards him out of the sky - and the noise. ‘What the fuck now….!!??’ The helicopter swung in low. Inside, Elspode grabbed the loud-hailer, pushing the door back so that he could reach out towards the figure below. ‘Buster, Sheila is that you?’ He looked at the pilot. ‘Turn that crap off will you’. ‘Crap?? That’s the Beatles, one of their last numbers…’ __________________ Always sufficient hills - never sufficient gears Last edited by Cyclefrance; 11-03-2005 at 12:37 AM.