Nearly being tossed casually like a rag doll from the sharp turns, I growl in frustration. Reaching up to take hold of the back of the driver seats headrest, I pull myself from the floorboards quickly. Longingly, I stare at my gun resting on the floor, but summing up the danger of trying to fire it anyway to be ruled out. Instead, I hold onto the seat with my strength.

Listening to the crazy woman as she speeds through traffic, I feel the tempo in my head increase rapidly, as if to try and keep up with all that is going around me. Swallowing, closing my eyes to try and push the music down, I open again to stare into the driver's mirror, trying to look into my capture's eyes.

Been there...done that...? What is she...no. She can't be. My mind races through ideas as I break my gaze from the mirror to land on the woman's throat. Waiting several moments, I watch, waiting to see the normal pulse of adrenaline rush through the veins of any crazy person. Seeing nothing, I rub my eyes to make sure they are not playing tricks on me again before calming my nerves again.

Using my free hand, my shooting hand, I grab at her neck without any real grip to hopefully show it as a less hostile action. Resting my palm on her coritied artery, I close my eyes to focus for any feeling what so ever. Moments past in my head, as the tempo changes to a much darker tone in my mind as my blue eyes open again to glare coldly into the mirror. Gripping the seat even more tightly, I feel my nails dig into the upholstery in anger as my own adrenaline starts to go through me.

"I can die no more then you can die, you crazy bitch. I should have shot you when I had the chance. We both would have still walked away, but I wouldn't have to deal with your hideous face anymore...after all, the driver's face is more likely to get ruined in any accident. And after I was done with whatever was left of it, I will drag your limp corpse to the court and demand reparations from a piece of trash like you." My voice rings out loud enough for, with luck, Rachel can still hear. With luck, she will be smart enough to inform the local deputy well I still try to get out of this shitty situation.

"So all you care about is the damn car? So, what will you do if I shoot up the back seat then? What if I shoot out the front window? Do you know how hard it is to get a replacement without the humans finding you? And you know damn well Rachel will report it missing and you will be fucked not only by the authorities of humans, but your own kind. Now pull over and get the fuck out of my car!" Gritting my teeth, I pray she looks into the mirror so I can finally use my only thought on my mind...to scared the fuck out of some idiotic neonate. God, this place sucks more then I thought it did originally if they let their childer be this stupid.