Val found his blade in the backseat of Hubie’s Honda, pulling it out to see the symbols that are on the hilt of his blade. He thought about setting Hubie’s car on fire but something was biting him, gnawing at him for not to be done. He left that bastard in the trunk space along with his dead friend. His guts will regenerate in a few days and he will lay in that hotbox with that vampire that is rotting beside him. That is punishable enough.
He left the keys in the ignition in the Honda when he came to his car with the rebar in the cab of his long and tank-sized of a car. He pulled the rebar out and then pulled the windshield off, putting the remaining windshield in the trunk of his car. He jumped back into the Torino, pumping the gas pedal three times before starting it up. The gas tank reads about three quarters of a tank when he noticed that there are no cars on the road of where it is left.
Where the hell is everyone, at a late night movie or something?
He made a U-turn and drove slowly, wondering where in the hell did Fred went off to. He drove faster and faster when the sound that is accompanying him is the sound of the engine. Val breathed in silence when something slammed on the roof of the Torino. What happened next is the blade that dived through the roof when he jumped away from it. Val pulled the six-shooter in quick succession and pulled the trigger, hammering the gun as the bullets went through the metal like butter.
“Can’t shoot straight!?” Luna cackled when she pulled the sword up from the roof. Val slammed on the brakes when Luna reacted at the same time, jumping on the back of the car when she hunkered down, smashing the window on the back of the car.
“Faster than you; I’m going to hack your head off!” Luna rolled into the car when Val cocked the gun and fired point blank into the head of Luna.
Luna jumped back with her mouth opening. Three seconds later, the bullet hole in her head regenerated and she came back into consciousness.
Luna screamed when Val pulled the sword and jabbed it between the bucket seats. Luna felt the blade go into her stomach when Val twisted the blade. She puked blood on the gear shift that is on the floor.
“Where is Fred?” He ordered Luna, moving the blade in her stomach when she didn’t answer right away.
“Where-is-he?” He brought each word out in a sneer.
Luna bent over on the blade as the blood flew more out of her mouth.
“I’m not going to ask again!” Val moved over his seat, casting his hatred towards her.
“He…is in a house that you passed. It is a forgotten drive. Go to hell, Val.” Luna spat in his face when he felt like cutting the blade up towards her head.
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