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Bethany had learned the hard way that the worst part of an accident was right after the collision. All that piling fear and tension, waiting to explode out of you in torrents. On December fifteenth at eleven o’clock Bethany was sitting in the back of a cruiser, feeling ashamed and guilty. She was locked in the back seat apolstered with brown leather wearing a turquoise mini-skirt with a pink blouse and her hair tucked up into her baseball cap. The cop was driving fiercely, glancing up at the mirror every ten seconds.

“Just because we tell criminals they have the right to be silent, doesn’t mean they have to be,” Officer Calvin stated sourly.

“I ain't no criminal,” Bethany replied, biting her finger-nails.

“You might as well be. I found you half drunk in a car mumbling like some idiot."

"I was still under the drinking limit. And I ain’t no idiot. You cops think you’re so smart, catching all the drunken teenagers. Why don’t you catch the drug addicts for once? How about all those serial killers you let roam around on the streets because you wanted to catch a couple intoxicated kids!”

“Hey! You watch your mouth, girly. You have no idea what trouble you are in.” Calvin stiffly took off his sunglasses and stared into Bethany’s cold eyes through the rear-view mirror. Snow was beginning to fall on the windshield.

Calvin spoke with the utmost authority. “Now I am not asking you. I gave you a chance to speak and you blew it. So now I want you to shut up before I sew up that mouth of yours myself.”

Bethany settled down. It wasn’t worth it to argue with someone as egotistic as Calvin. Her mother called those people testosteroni. He slipped something off of his belt. He then turned around while driving effortlessly and slipped a gun barrel through the metal wire cage, facing it to Bethany’s forehead.

“Holy—,”

07-Jun-2009 01:39:28 - Last edited on 07-Jun-2009 17:01:48 by Dark Enmity

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“Don’t move or your brains will turn into soup before you can blink. Now give me that pretty little necklace of yours. You probably stole it from some jewelery shop.” Bethany slid off her emerald pendant choker and shakily handed it into the cop’s hands.

“Kids like you are bad apples. Always are always will. I bet if I let you free you are going to do the same thing next week. So you know what I do with bad apples? I put them out of their misery.”

“P-please I w-wouldn’t—,”

Calvin smirked showing his yellow stained teeth. “Funny how a gun to someone’s head will change their personality. Not that it will help you. You’re still a bad apple. Don’t worry, your mother and father will still bury your bad apple corpse. I will tell them how I tragically found you on the side of the road with animals chewing off your brains. I found you soon enough before you started to rot, but the maggots still had a chance to get their fair share of a meal.”

Bethany closed her eyes, feeling the pressure of the gun. She heard a click. It was followed by a massive jerk sending her forward. Bethany’s head collided with the cage and she thought, ‘I will die in less then a second. That was my reaction to the bullet.’

But she didn't. Instead she heard the scratching of twigs scraping against the sides of the car. There was a second thud more powerful then the last. Something shattered and there was the sound of broken glass. The gun discharged.

That was when Bethany was positive she had died. There was pressure in the back of her thigh and believed that was the bullet crawling through her system. But she still felt alive. The night noises were still audible. She opened her eyes seeing her back was pressed against the seat-belt buckle.

07-Jun-2009 01:39:33 - Last edited on 07-Jun-2009 17:07:04 by Dark Enmity

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Officer Calvin’s face was pressed against the cage, his eyes staring directly into Bethany’s. Glass shrapnel had rained down him. Bethany had the image that Calvin was wearing a disco ball. Blood oozed from his shoulder where she could see a round, finger-sized hole. Bethany stood in the silence with a look of bewilderment, and then spat in his face.

“I hope you burn in hell you lunatic!” She screamed, spilling tears down her cheek. “Burn in hell forever!”

She wiped her eyes on her blouse and spent the next five minutes regaining some composure. It was so frightening and it had happened so fast. Her mother would never believe her. Maybe she wouldn’t have to tell. She could just keep it a secret.

Outside of the window there was no highway in sight. ‘Good. They won’t be able to find the car.’ That slowed down Bethany’s breathing considerably. It didn't take a genius to know that a dead cop is bad. Extremely bad when the cop is found near a drunk teenager.

She needed fresh air. Oxygen to her brain would help her think better. She reached out and pulled the door handle but she heard no click. She pushed the door but it didn't budge.

“Oh no, oh please no."

Bethany was now shoving her weight against the side of the car. Her manicured nails scraped across the window as she began to sob. Five years ago when she was twelve, a law officer came to her school and showed the class his cruiser. The policeman challenged them to see who could escape from the car. A boy named Bobby had volunteered himself. The cop had even handcuffed him for extra difficulty. Everyone had laughed when he couldn’t get out. Bethany had thought it was funny. She didn't now.

Bobby popped into her head, speaking in a crackling, static voice. ‘What’s the matter, Bethy? You had laughed so hard when I was trapped that milk would have flown out your nose. C’mon Beth, laugh. It’s funny. Laugh.’

07-Jun-2009 01:39:38 - Last edited on 07-Jun-2009 17:09:28 by Dark Enmity

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Instead Bethany began to cry. She was stuck in a car with a dead cop. She racked her thoughts for anything.

“Think of something Beth. What do people who get locked in cars do?” People don’t get locked in cars in the first place. They got locked OUT of cars. That was why it was so funny. ‘C’mon Beth, laugh. You know it’s hilarious. Only stupid Bethany would be able to stupidly lock herself INSIDE a car.’

“Maybe I am doing this the wrong way. Maybe I should pretend I am a criminal breaking into a car. How would I do it?”

The answer was simple; break the window. Bethany rolled onto her back and wound up into a tight little ball. Then she exploded, thrusting her feet into the pane of glass. There was a hard thud followed by numbness in both her feet which began to throb. She cursed at herself for her idiocy. If a bullet couldn’t get through those windows, what chance did her legs have? Maybe that was why cop cars weren’t a criminal’s preferred type of car to steal.

A red light was illuminating from the car. The key was still in the ignition. If she could hit the horn, then some truck driver could come and rescue her. Only problem was that between her and the wheel was steel wire running up from the front seats to the roof. She needed something long and slender to prod the horn. But there was nothing in sight.

“Okay, so where does a disorganized, lame excuse for a cop put everything in his car?” The answer came instantly. His trunk. Bethany turned around and pulled down the middle seat cushion, revealing a small black hatch. She popped it down and looked straight into the darkness.

A shiver coursed through her bones. ‘You’re looking into hell, honey. And not the hell that that cop in the front seat is going to. That’s the real hell; where the insane people at asylums dream about every night. Where monsters are born. Watch out, honey, you don't want one crawling out through there.’

07-Jun-2009 01:39:43 - Last edited on 07-Jun-2009 17:12:36 by Dark Enmity

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Her initial instinct was to close the hatch and to sit quietly in the back seat like a small child until help came. But she knew that people have had to endure worse than a dark trunk so she drew a loud breath and edged through.

She was thankful for all those yoga lessons throughout her adolescence. She contorted and twisted her hips to fit through the tiny gap. Finally she slithered her legs in so that her whole body was submerged in the abyss.

Sounds of birds and animals were muffled inside the trunk, like someone had turned the volume way down. Leaves and twigs rustled outside with the short hoots of owls. Bethany could have sworn an elk had run right by the car.

The inside of trunk was lined in a fuzzy carpet. Her fingers inched around feeling for anything and boy did she find everything. She had felt a wrench, a knife, some golf balls, a spray paint can, a box full of bubble wrap and glass decor and a tennis racket. Bethany’s hand curled around the racket feeling its grip. Tennis was no doubt her favorite and only sport she played. She knew every racket and could tell by the feel that the strings were synthetic.

All the items felt useless and futile for her. She placed them all in a corner so she could have slightly more mobility. Her hand brushed against a metallic object. It fit in the palm of her hand. She kissed it joyously.

“A key! Of all my luck that cop hides a key in the trunk!” With great difficulty Bethany maneuvered around. When she did her heart sank. There was no light from the interior of the car coming in.

“Oh God no," she whispered feeling around the trunk. Her fingers could feel a ridge where the hatch was. Unfortunately Bethany’s didn't know a thing about cars. Why the hell would see needed to know that trunk doors work on spring releases and are one way only?

“When I get out I am going to read every book I can find about cars.”

07-Jun-2009 01:39:47 - Last edited on 07-Jun-2009 03:19:45 by Dark Enmity

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‘IF you get out, honey. Trunks are serial killers. They don’t care who their targets are but when they pick you they make you die slowly. You need to find oxygen and quick.

Bethany began to panic. Her breaths were shortening and a light headedness feeling was encompassing her. How long can someone survive in a trunk without oxygen?

The damn trunk was just to dark. There was only a small amount of light beaming through.

“Wait, there’s light?” Were car trunks supposed to shine in light? She doubted it, but in the corner was a beam of moonlight drizzling through.

Bethany crawled over and caressed her hand over the spot. It did not feel like carpet, but glass. It was the break lights she was touching.

“And break lights aren’t made of bullet-proof glass,” She repeated exactly as in the back-seat. Bethany curled up, aimed and fired. Once again she drove her legs through. The glass didn't shatter, but she felt give. She tried again. More light was shinning in. Her alertness was thinning and her eyes were drooping.

On the third time her feet drove through the glass shooting it out of the car. Air rushed in filling her with relief. She took in a long, wonderful breath allowing it to full her longs. Air had never tasted so good. The animal sounds were now crisp and clear, but she still was hesitant that someone could hear her.

Another opportunity struck her. If she put her arm through the new hole, she could she use the key to unlock the trunk. Bethany picked up the key and slid her arm through where the break light used to be. She imagined her arm stretching, trying to bend it as much as she could.

“Come on Beth, you can do it, you were fantastic at gymnastics.” She stretched farther poking the key into random places. She felt she was close, she felt—

“Holy Christ!” Her arm shot back in and she flew backwards into the trunk. Tremors were starting in her arms. She had felt something, something alive.

07-Jun-2009 01:39:56 - Last edited on 07-Jun-2009 03:20:44 by Dark Enmity

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“It was just a dumb deer. Just some stupid ass dumb deer.” But her hands couldn’t get rid of the sensation. There was no fur on what was alive. It felt bony and leathery, like an alligator.

Her mind attempted to sooth her down. ‘Don’t jump to conclusions. How could an alligator be in this territory? It’s impossible.’

Bethany knew it wasn’t an alligator but she knew what it was. “It’s the Grim Reaper. He knows I am in the trunk dying and he is waiting to claim me. He is patiently waiting for me to come out just so that he can kill me himself.”

The cricket chirps were stifling as the blood in Bethany’s brain pounded severely. She started inching towards the hole, holding her breath.

“There is nothing there Beth. Nothing at all. Just some insects and—,”

Bethany screamed and propelled backwards, slamming her head into the sides of the car. Everything went black and she slumped into a massive heap. When she would awake she would forget about what she saw. She would have no dreams about the giant eye she saw staring deadly at her right before she fainted.

Forty miles away Officer Bailey was pouring his one in the morning daily coffee. His night shifts had been hell. Logan was outside having a smoke which left Bailey alone to his thoughts. He was just about to head to the bathroom when an alarm rang.

Bailey grumbled and walked over to the super computer. It could run at ten teraflops and it still needed a human to operate it. That's what foreign devices get you. A bunch of crap that people don’t need.

One of the hundred buttons was blinking rapidly. Fortunately he knew that that particular button signaled cruiser accidents.

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07-Jun-2009 01:40:01 - Last edited on 07-Jun-2009 03:33:54 by Dark Enmity

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