Raad's vision blurred, the neon traffic lights dancing nauseatingly in front of his eyes. His body felt weightless as the Mustang flew through the air.
The silent scream ringing in his ears came to a screeching halt as metal met gravel with a sickening crunch, with only the thin strap of his seat-belt keeping his rag doll body from being flung out in a hail of shattered windscreen. Red sparks burst on contact as the car lurched again into the air, landing hard, skidding fifty feet with pieces scraped off in its wake, and settled finally with all four tires on the road.
Shaking his head slowly, Raad winced as shards of glass from his now disintegrated windows dug deeper into his face. Biting back swears and tears, he tried to pluck out the bigger pieces, and set his eyes on his attacker.
The bulky black Ford 150 stood menacingly at the traffic lights, steam billowing in the cold night air from the heat vents on its wide hood.
Although the truck's front steel grill had dented significantly from the collision, the Mustang's side had taken the brunt of the brutal impact. The passenger-side door had caved in and the bright red paint had been cruelly scratched off, revealing the dull bruised silver underneath.
As Raad stared, the 150's driver-side door swung open and a pair of heavy boots thudded onto the ground. Raad gritted his teeth, anticipating the fresh hell he was about to face.
Stepping out from behind the door and armed with an assault rifle, Haji sneered down at the mutilated Mustang and it's driver. His thick mustachioed lips curled into a scage smile, Haji sauntered towards his prey, chuckling at his near certain victory.
"Raadi," Haji drawled in an almost sing-song voice. "You honestly thing you could get away from us?"
His boots crunched the glass on the asphalt as he taunted.
"From your family?"
The silent scream ringing in his ears came to a screeching halt as metal met gravel with a sickening crunch, with only the thin strap of his seat-belt keeping his rag doll body from being flung out in a hail of shattered windscreen. Red sparks burst on contact as the car lurched again into the air, landing hard, skidding fifty feet with pieces scraped off in its wake, and settled finally with all four tires on the road.
Shaking his head slowly, Raad winced as shards of glass from his now disintegrated windows dug deeper into his face. Biting back swears and tears, he tried to pluck out the bigger pieces, and set his eyes on his attacker.
The bulky black Ford 150 stood menacingly at the traffic lights, steam billowing in the cold night air from the heat vents on its wide hood.
Although the truck's front steel grill had dented significantly from the collision, the Mustang's side had taken the brunt of the brutal impact. The passenger-side door had caved in and the bright red paint had been cruelly scratched off, revealing the dull bruised silver underneath.
As Raad stared, the 150's driver-side door swung open and a pair of heavy boots thudded onto the ground. Raad gritted his teeth, anticipating the fresh hell he was about to face.
Stepping out from behind the door and armed with an assault rifle, Haji sneered down at the mutilated Mustang and it's driver. His thick mustachioed lips curled into a scage smile, Haji sauntered towards his prey, chuckling at his near certain victory.
"Raadi," Haji drawled in an almost sing-song voice. "You honestly thing you could get away from us?"
His boots crunched the glass on the asphalt as he taunted.
"From your family?"
