Bloodz

It was a Saturday night and I walked into the bar with my mate Pete, Cam (Cameron) and Sam. We were going for a drink and have some fun at the bar. “Yeah lets go in and lets meet some hot girls” said Pete

“How about we go get a drink first before we go flirt with the girls” I said

“O, o, o! I got a better idea Will how about we buy a drink for the girls” said Sam

“That sound good” I said so I went to the bar and ordered two bottle of Heineken for one of the girls and one for myself. I approached one of the girls and I said “Hi, how’s it going?”

One of the girls answered “Good, you?”

“Same, you want a free drink?” I said

“Sure” she said. After we finished our drinks she asks, “So what’s your job?”

“My job is a car designer for Chevrolet, You?”

“Oh my job is a fashion designer.”

Two days later I had to go to work “Will you haven’t been making to company money with your models you have only made about 300,000 dollars from sales averagely these few years so I have decided to Fire you.” said my boss

I said, “Why you are you firing me!?”

“It is because of the reasons I said, now go to your office and pack” said my boss

While I was packing I said “Dammit, I shouldn’t have chosen those designs” and after I finished packing I went home in my Toyota hylux.

I switched on the light to my small apartment after work knowing that I had nobody to live with except my mates. I dropped my car and apartment keys on the coffee table before realising my mates were missing. Instead, I found a cartel of drugs and weaponry. The lot was in total over a metre tall.

A few weeks later…….

I walked outside of Miami airport from a holiday. Suddenly “Put your hands up in the air!” shouted a voice behind me. I hesitated.

“Now get down on the ground! Now or ill shoot, you posses a cartel of drugs and weapons” shouted the voice.

“What!” I exclaimed.

I turned my head round and saw there were three cops. I started running going through the crowd as agile as a cat. I saw the edge of the ramp that goes down to the car park. Jump! I thought to myself so I jumped off the edge with a roll landing into the car park. I saw a person getting out of a car that the engine was still running. I jumped into the black BMW M3 after the person left the car. The cops were about to jump off the edge when I got into the M3, reversed out of the parking spot and accelerated off. I thought to myself while I was driving this is the first car I have ever stolen.

Unfortunately I didn’t shake off the police; they were chasing me in Miami but on the freeway. I just got to sixth gear. The engine was a seven speed manual DCT (dual clutch transmission) with a 4L V8 engine was flying, I thought to myself I have never been in a car this fast. My thoughts were interrupted when a police tried to have a shot at me. “Holy shit” I said as the bullet whist past a hair breath from my face. The bullet shattered my rear and passenger side window. I changed to seventh gear as I accelerated; I saw a spike strip and a police unit next to it, ahead. I swerved out of the line of the spike strip and hit the grass embankment in the middle with metres to spare, almost hitting the police unit. Then I drove back up onto the freeway and I saw the first exit since the last one exit which I came out of. I immediately without thinking switched into the lane that was going to the exit. I got out and found my self in one of the busiest streets in Miami.

I ended up on the road facing the beach, the sun stung in my eyes and it was a Saturday afternoon so there were alot of teenage girls and men lying on the beach or having a swim, surf or families spending time with their children at the beach. There were at least sixty or more cars driving on the road slowly or not even moving. I went into the traffic with other cars accumulating behind me. After about seven cars back I saw a police unit trying to get through this traffic. Then I pulled into a parking space and found a Ducati 1198 with a six speed, dry multi-plate clutch transmission sitting there with the keys in the ignition and a black helmet sitting on the seat. I gratefully stole the vehicle and drove it onto the curb and there were lots of people. I rode my bike about hundred and fifty meters down the footpath then drove off the footpath. I found myself out of the heavy traffic cruising down the road but suddenly a police unit pulled out of an alleyway and started going in hot pursuit. I swerved around alot of traffic with dangerous sandwiches in between cars. “Whoa!” I said as I saw a lorry. I swerved but my rear of my bike clipped the side of the lorry and I lost control a bit and traded paint with a Chevrolet Camaro Fifth Generation that was silver. It grazed my leg badly with a long but shallow cut down my leg. It stung like a bee had stung me with hot blood oozing out of the cut, I accelerated.

Suddenly I heard an evil screech. I looked back quickly and I got a glimpse of the police unit getting slammed by the lorry. I turned my head back and concentrated on the road. I saw a cop with a gun ahead so I drove near the cop and snatched the gun out of the cops hand and shot at a window as a distraction to the other police units. I then holstered the gun in my pocket.

Several hours of racing down the street on the Ducati 1198 ended me up in an alleyway that had dumpsters garbage bags and a Chevrolet Corvette C6 Z06 with 6 speed manual transmission that was Fluoro Blue paint, Custom rims and a decal on the side, the decal was a flame it had a. I got in and found the keys hidden in the glove box. I took it out of the glove box and started the car. Suddenly a man who owned the car came out of the back door of a club, behind the car ran towards it because I was in it. I accelerated with in a few seconds I was out of the alley way and on the street. I swerved alot of traffic because there were four police units on my tail. There were two bikes and two cars in hot pursuit. I tried to have a shot at the police car’s tyres but before I shot, the cop on one of the bikes shot the gun out of my hand. I watched the gun smash the ground. Suddenly one of the cops on the bikes hit the gun and flipped over their bike. The cop hit the ground with enough force to dislocate a shoulder. I drifted round a corner with out even knowing that I could drift. I thought to myself for a second that’s what it feels like to drift, THIS CAR IS FASTER THAN THE BMW M3!

I pulled over at a fuel station and refuelled my tank. When I finished filling the cops were near so I closed the fuel cap and drove off. I was back on the freeway after a few minutes planning to drive to Tallahassee, the capital of Florida.