Posted at 1:37 am on Jul 1, 2007 by:
Red Spyder
I haven’t done something quite like this in a while.
It was a few minutes before 8:00 PM and lightly raining. Red was pressing the gas pedal of his car to the floor. Buildings and other vehicles flew past the windows in colorful blurs. The blue and red flashing lights of several police cars in the distance behind him were reflecting off of his car’s mirrors. He weaved around traffic, barely slowing down at all. The cops struggled to keep up, not daring to go too fast on the crowded freeway and besides, the top speed of their cars was unmatched to his anyway. Their only hopes of catching him at the moment were either for him to get stuck in traffic or have a wreck.
He laughed as one of the police cars brushed against a concrete barrier, lightly, but that was all it took for the car to spin out of control, continuing to grind against the concrete and sending sparks into the air, before flipping over onto its roof, smashing the lights, and sliding to a stop. A car being driven by a civilian swerved around the wrecked police car and narrowly avoided crashing headlong into it.
The reason that the police were chasing Red tonight was because he’d broken into a woman’s apartment to kill her, but she fought back and managed to call the cops before he finished her off. Unfortunately for him, they arrived as he was leaving and they quickly went after him.
Another police car rear ended a car it attempted to pass on the left side to get around, crumpling the front of the police car and the back of the other car. Both cars began to swerve out of control and their drivers frantically hit the brakes, trying to stop before the accident got any worse.
Seeing an upcoming off ramp, Red pulled over to it and flew down it. Luckily, there was only one other car on it and he smoothly whipped around it, just a couple inches clear on both sides of his car between the guard rail and the other car. The driver of the other car furiously honked the horn at Red, but he was barely able to hear it since he was so far away already. At the bottom of the off ramp, he had skidded around the corner and sped under the freeway, coming out on the nearly clear road on the other side. It wouldn’t be this clear for long though. He was heading back into the main area of the city where traffic would be much heavier. He and the cops would have more trouble speeding around there than they did on the freeway, but he was planning on losing their tail because of that.
Glancing in the rearview mirror, he saw that most of the police cars from the freeway were behind him as well as a few more that had apparently joined in from somewhere else. Even though they were going faster on this road because of the lack of a lot of other vehicles, they still weren’t catching up to Red. In fact, the gap between the two of them seemed to have gotten a little wider.
Soon, Red found himself navigating around traffic the best that he could, temporarily jumping into oncoming traffic lanes and even onto the sidewalk when he needed to. People screamed and honked their car horns at him as his car went by, not able to go as fast as he was going on the freeway. The police were still in pursuit and were using some of the same driving techniques that he was using to try and capture him, but of course, they were being more cautious than he was.
Approaching a red light, he quickly pulled up onto another sidewalk, easily going over the curb, forcing people to dive out of the way or be run down by his car and sending a street vendor’s table and the assorted junk that was piled on top of it flying out into the middle of the street where a car hit it, splintering the table and scattering the objects that the vendor had been trying to sell everywhere.
A woman, who hadn’t gotten off of the sidewalk yet because she was staring at Red’s car in disbelief, was struck by it. Her body bounced off of the hood and slammed into the windshield, cracking it. She then disappeared over the roof of the car, landing somewhere behind it on the pavement. Surprisingly, up until now, Red hadn’t hit any people with his car that night.
When he found an opening in the traffic, he moved back onto the street. The police tried to follow him, but they were unable to. He took a right at the next intersection that he came to and turned into the entrance of a parking garage. He didn’t think any of the police had seen him go into it. He drove up to the booth and handed the man inside a five dollar bill for the parking fee. He then went all the way up to the roof and parked his car before taking an elevator back down to the first level. He would come back and retrieve his car in a day or two. He wanted to kill at least one more person before the night was over and he wouldn’t be able to do that, not how he wanted to anyway, with the police chasing him all over the city.
He was only a couple blocks away from the parking garage when he heard police sirens approaching from behind. He spun around to see three police cars coming right at him. They must’ve gotten a look at him while he was still inside of his car or something. He turned back around to find three more roaring down the other end of the street. All of their cars came to a stop, boxing him in between them and the surrounding buildings.
“Fuck…”
The cops climbed out of their cars, some armed with handguns and others with shotguns. Grinning, Red took his chainsaw out of its specially designed sheath that was strapped to his back. He yanked the ripcord to start it and proceeded to rev it.
“Oh shit! There’s his chainsaw! Fire!”
All of the cops squeezed their weapon’s triggers simultaneously at the command, the rounds tearing into Red’s flesh and sending splashes of blood in every direction. He roared in a combination of anger and pain. Reaching the nearest cop, Red sliced open the cop’s chest and moved the chainsaw downwards to his abdomen in one continuous motion, blood squirting and oozing out of the giant gash, getting on the front of Red’s clothes, his face, and the street. As the cop fell to the ground, Red moved on to the next closest one, cutting him down as well in a flash of blood and the metal of the chainsaw, before leaping onto the hood of a police car and stepping onto the roof. He then jumped down at a cop, driving the chainsaw through the top of skull, sending fragments of it and chunks of brain accompanied by blood spraying through the air. The chainsaw continued drilling into the cop’s body, chewing its way past his neck and well into his chest before Red decided to rip it out through the cop’s rip cage with a loud cracking sound.
Red was about to off another cop when suddenly, the tip of a katana poked out of his gut and was pulled upwards, slowly, but steadily, until it came out of his head, leaving the top half of his body split in half. The cop collapsed to the ground and Red saw that the blonde woman he’d encountered about a week ago was behind the cop.
“…What the hell are you doing here?!”
“It looked like you could use some help.”
A scowl appeared on Red’s face, but he didn’t bother trying to attack her. He knew she’d just dodge any of them. She smirked and nodded to her left. He turned his head to look and saw that she’d already stealthily killed off five other cops. He’d been so distracted by them shooting at him and him killing them, he hadn’t noticed.
“Behind you!”
Before Red could even begin to move, the woman rushed past him and used her katana to slit the throat of a cop that had been behind him with a gun pointed at the back of his head.
Red heard more sirens and saw that a SWAT truck was approaching. He could also hear, but couldn’t see a helicopter. He had no doubts that it was a police helicopter. It would be overhead in less than a minute. The remaining cops were recovering, reloading their guns and preparing to come out from behind wherever they happened to be hiding. It was time to get out of there. He quickly spotted an alley that he, they, could escape through.
“Come on! This way!”
They both ran into the alley and went down it, Red in the lead. He cut off his chainsaw and put in away in mid-run so that he could go a little faster. They stopped though when they came to a wall that was as tall as the buildings that the alley ran between them. It was a dead end. Hesitantly, Red turned around, grabbed the woman’s hand, and teleported both of them away to the roof of a building that was far enough away from where they currently were so that the cops weren’t likely to find them again that night.
On the roof of the building, which was an apartment complex, Red fell to one knee, gritting his teeth in pain from all of the bullets that had hit his body.
“Those shots look pretty bad. Let me help you.”
The woman started to reach towards him, but he quickly stood back up, pushing her hands away.
“No…I don’t need help!”
She sighed, but didn’t try to help again.
For a few moments, they just stood there in silence.
“Look, I’m……….”
“I know, Red, it’s ok.”
She smiled. He nodded, glad that she understood what he had been trying to say, before taking out and lighting a cigarette. Some of his blood dripped down his arm onto the cigarette. He didn’t care though.
“So…since you obviously know my name, what’s yours?”
“Emily.”
He nodded again as he took a drag from the cigarette.
“Well, I better go.”
Red then teleported away again, leaving Emily alone. The only signs that Red had ever been there was smoke still in the air from his cigarette and some drops of blood on the roof.
