The steady humming of the car's engine was soothing as the three men hurtled down the highway at sixty miles an hour in complete silence. None of them spoke a word to the others, yet everyone was content. It wouldn't take much to realize this group of people wasn't a few light hearted and carefree youngsters out cruising for no apparent reason. All of them seemed to radiate with determination. For what, they probably weren't even sure of themselves but there was no doubt that some kind of revelation had occurred and stopped this from being another typical evening. Sitting in the driver's seat and staring fixedly through the windshield and into the sprawling city surrounding him was Jonathan Rosenthal. He frequently took shit for being the only Jew among the three comrades, but he was probably the most trusted as well. Jonathan's nose was twitching slightly, a direct result of his first sample of the rather large amount of cocaine he had bought in preparation for the trip. Gradually, at a pace no one realized at first, the black sedan began to accelerate. The rumbling beneath the seats got more and more intense as the small red needle travelled on to bigger numbers. Soon they were moving ninety miles an hour. A quiet, subtle adrenaline rush flooded through Jonathan as his eyes remained pointed straight ahead. His confidence level steadily inflated and his foot pressed down a little harder on the rubber surface of his gas pedal. His vision began to cloud a little, and he supposed that the alcohol he had consumed earlier wasn't helping. It didn't matter, right now he was in control and the world had to do his bidding. One hundred miles an hour. There was a few angry honks from other vehicles as the gliding black car passed them, getting more and more wreckless by the second.

Two men sat in the back seat, leaving the front vacant. It felt more natural that way, and the two men in the back could share their newly acquired drugs with each other without awkwardly turning around in their seats of having to reach into the front of the car. These two men, Nicholas Hoffman and A.J. Jones, began to laugh quietly and talk amongst themselves. In A.J.'s right hand he held a syringe full of something he was unfamiliar with. In New York it had gained the street name 'Desire' or simple 'D'. It was used the same as heroin, but apparently there was something different about it that he was itching to find out. A friend of his had recommended it, and there was no shortage of dealers to acquire it from. A.J.'s eyes squeezed shut as he slid the needle into his skin, wincing as it broke through the final layer. Quickly, he shot a glance to Nicholas and smiled quickly as if he were about to amuse the both of them with an entertaining trifle. His thumb quickly came down on the plunger and the copper colored stuff inside the syringe flooded into his blood stream immediately. He had done it too quick and it hurt, but he was already drunk by this point so it didn't really matter. Lazily, he tilted his head back against the head rest and closed his eyes for a moment as if to absorb the drug. Nicholas watched with curious eyes as he laughed some more, popping a couple of white pills that had been laying in his hand for the last few minutes.

"Fuckin' idiot!" Nicholas exclaimed loudly, startling the other two passengers. He was very amused.

"Dude, fuck you." A.J. said slowly, suddenly affected heavily by the 'D'. He no longer had the same carefree expression on his face. Now it was replaced by glazed over eyes and a small trail of drool dropping from the corner of his mouth.

Nicholas failed to realize the sudden change and went on laughing obnoxiously, seemingly unable to stop. His head fell forward and his eyes closed as he kept giggling, the laughter coming in short spasms now. Jonathan ended his staring match with the road and spared a few seconds to look in the back, a paranoid expression suddenly on his face. He had snorted more coke than he had thought and it kicked in twice as fast as he wanted it to. Without realizing it his foot completed it's journey to the very bottom of the floor and the car jerked forward. They were speeding down the sparsely populated road at 125 miles an hour now. His eyes raced back and forth between his two friends and he eyed A.J. suspiciously, who was completely silent by now. "What's wrong with him?" He asked angrily.

Nicholas eruped into another ruckus of laughter, all but ignoring the question. He didn't bother to look up at A.J. as he said, "Nothing, nothing. He's fine! The guy's fine!" As his head bobbed up and down from amusement, the expensive Ray Ban sunglasses that adorned his face slipped off and fell into the floor of the car. It appeared that Nicholas had just realized he was wearing them although it was pitch black outside, and this thought amused him almost as much as the thought of his friend passed out as the result of a dangerous drug he knew nothing about.

"He's fucking ODing!" Jonathan roared, suddenly snapping any ties this car ride had with the previous calm and serenity that was present only moments before. As if on cue, almost proving that everything really could change in a New York minute, a bright display of blue lights exploded into view and reflected off of all the car's windows. Jonathan's eyes throbbed painfully at the unexpected light and he quickly averted his eyes from his two friends and began to scan the road in front of him frantically. His mind was racing as he tried to ward off the sudden cocaine high which had hit him like a ton of bricks. The police lights behind him were soon accompanied by an ear shattering siren that rhythmically got louder and softer but all the time remaining a maddening, high pitched scream. All common sense that was present in Jonathan's mind at the moment urged him to slow down and he knew this was the right thing to do, yet he couldn't seem to take his foot off the gas. The car had begun to get speed wobbles at the car reached 140 miles an hour. The intoxication converted the exit signs and many flashing lights of the complicated road into long shining strands that whizzed by as soon as they appeared. By now Jonathan had neglected to try and drive around other cars, and instead merely hurtled straight ahead as they moved out of his way. Over and over again he looked in his rearview mirror and back at the road and back at the mirror again trying to slow his brain down enough to make a decision but he found himself incapable of it. Nicholas was now eagerly staring through the back window like a small child would curiously watch something new to him. He was no longer laughing like a psycho but a stupid grin was still present on his face.

By this time a pool of vomit had begun collecting in A.J.'s lap, flowing out of his partially open mouth at a steady pace. As Jonathan jerked the car to the side to avoid a yellow line he mistook for something dangerous, A.J.'s seemingly lifeless body slumped to the side and rested against the door quietly. He coughed slightly, momentarily enlarging to vomit flow. The syringe he had injected himself full of the poison with rested in between A.J. and Nicholas, staring at everyone in the car and questioning their decisions.

Jonathan was shivering now and a cold sweat gathered on his brow. His eyes blinked faster and faster and his desperation grew by the second. Nicholas calmed himself down and seemed to assess the situation with an unreal calm about him. He reached casually into his pocket, pulled out something that was masked by the darkness, and tried to offer it to Jonathan. He tapped his shoulder lightly a few times in rapid succession. Jonathan shrugged him off irritably and told him to fuck off as he considered turning suddenly onto the nearest exit ramp. He decided against the idea and batted at Nicholas' hand as he was offered the unseen object again.

The police siren was becoming physically painful to listen to and Jonathan began to moan and yell without really realizing it. The high pitched shriek pounded at his brain and urged him to do something, the blue lights thumped at his skull and made his eyes throb horribly. The night outside was suddenly ominous and no longer peaceful, and the lack of moonlight suddenly more apparent. Now it was as if all the other cars had disappeared from the road except for the speeding black sedan and the frightening police cruiser twenty feet behind it. Nicholas was tapping his shoulder again, very persistent in delivering whatever it was in his hand. "Fucking take it!" Nicholas screamed, serious but in a light hearted mood. A.J. had begun convulsing slightly.

"What!" Jonathan whirled around to face his friend and snatched the object from his hand. It was something small and hard, he couldn't tell what and it still wasn't visible. The full view of the car chasing them was startling and terrible, but he tried to concentrate on what he had been given.

"It's simple, take that, keep driving. Everything will be fine man," Nicholas let out a short, involuntary burp before continuing, "TAKE THE GODDAMN FUCKING PILL JON!"

"What is it?" Jonathan asked again, calmer this time.

"I shouldn't have to tell you, it's fucking ecstasy, now shut the fuck up, take it, and drive!"