User:John Lydon/RPG/6
You decide to take the less congested, longer route through the desert. After about fifteen minutes your 1987 Ford Fiesta finally hits sixty miles per hour and you start making time. As you expected, the traffic free route makes for smooth sailing. You grin as you think about wrapping your sweaty hands around Simon Cowell's neck. The road is completely dark and off in the distance, you can see the feint lights of Los Angeles. "Won't be long now" you think to yourself. You decide to turn the radio on to combat the boredom of the long drive. Your favorite song, "Stalker" happens to be playing. "I must be on a mission form God" you mumble to yourself.
After driving a short while, you notice head lights in your rear view mirror. They're still quite a ways back, but they seem to be approaching fast. You watch with a mix of curiosity and concern as they seem to be gaining at tremendous speeds. Suddenly, the vehicle behind you darts into the other lane and pulls up alongside you. You can make out what appears to be two males inside a beat up pickup. The passenger smiles at you, and you notice that he is missing most of his teeth. The few teeth that remain in his mouth glow yellow in the feint light. The truck zooms past without incident and speeds off until you lose sight of the tail lights. "Weird" you think to yourself, but you quickly shift your focus back to the task at hand. Killing Simon Cowell.
You decide to hit the rest stop just outside of Los Angeles. After all, planning a murder can play havoc on your bowels. You rush into the nearest stall and take care of business. As you head back for your car, you notice that the old pickup that passed you earlier is now parked just down from your car. You decide that it must be a coincidence and head off towards L.A.
As you pull out of the rest area, the truck follows closely behind. Beginning to feel a little nervous, you step down hard on the accelerator. Unfortunately, you're driving a 1987 Ford Fiesta which has a top speed of about 63 miles per hour so the truck has no trouble catching up to you. The truck casually pulls up to your driver's side window and you see the passenger with the yellow teeth smile big. The truck then slams into the side of your car. Overcorrecting for the impact, you veer off the highway, jump across a ditch, and slam to a halt against a large sand dune. The truck slowly pulls alongside and both occupants jump out.
Barely concious, and regretting your decision to pass on the car with airbags because it cost a little more, you feel yourself being pulled out of the car. "Hey Boy. You aw-right?" It's the man with the yellow teeth. Dazed and a little woozy, you manage to reply. "Yeah....Yeah, I'll be okay." "Oh, I don't know if I'd say that boy. You see, my friend here was just commenting on how perty your mouth is. In fact I think he likes you." With that, the man with the yellow teeth steps out of the way and a massive man who looks could best be described as a genetic experiment gone awry towers over you. "P E R T Y" the man mountain grumbles.
The big freak grabs you with one massive arm and throws you over a log. He wrestles your pants off and has his way with you until you black out from the pain.
