My friendly, disappearing stalker kicked the door open and yanked to the other side of the car by my foot. I think he almost pulled my ankle out of socket while doing so.

How he got the door open was confusing me. Was the door open slightly and the kick was for show? Or maybe the door was unattached. That couldn't be it because the door was still hanging by its hinges. I thought I spied a dent in the interior but I couldn't be sure.

"Huh? What? You-" The driver shouted and slammed the gas on as I was literally pushed out of the vehicle. I could vaguely remember thinking about what he could have used to finish that sentence.

Cement, meet human body. Human body, meet pain.

I cried out, half of it caused by the surprise, but most of it pain. I felt my jeans ripping as I landed on my back hard. And I meant hard. I think the pants ripped around the thighs, where I was feeling the most pain.

I looked up and Mister Hero Stalker Guy had gotten out unscratched. How in the world? No, don't tell me. I don't even want to know.

The car had done a stunt devil worthy doughnut, tired squealing, and I was afraid for a second that he was going to drive into one of the neighboring buildings.

No, Officer, I have no clue who that was. He tried kidnapping me. No, seriously. Yes, I know his coat is fake. Yes, I know his car isn't black. Stop thinking like me and arrest him!

That would be amusing, to say the least. Maybe I should get it video taped? I do have a photographer hanging around. How delightful.

I turned over a bit so I could inspect how much my jeans had ripped and what was bleeding. Ah, it was nothing, two rash like patches, bleeding but not as much as it felt like. When I looked back up, I was almost ready to just lay down and die.

It could have been arranged, considering the blue car was now speeding towards me and Mister Hero Stalker Guy.

I want to be buried on a sunny Saturday morning. Keep that in mind when you plan my funeral.

I was going to roll out of the way, but when Mister Hero Stalker Guy stood in the path of the car, I think I might have lost all if my willpower.

I was forced to stop, gawk and then freak out.

"What are you doing, you idiot?" I shrieked, scooting back out of the way of the car on my bleeding butt. "He's not going to stop." He was just standing there. "What are you, suicidal?" That's when it hit me.

He was ignoring me. Jerk.

When the car got within arms reach of him, Mister Suicidal Hero Stalker Guy put his hand on the hood, stopping the car. He did it easily. Without it even skidding.

Was this some grade-b action film set and I just wasn't aware? And if it is, do I get paid? Or at least some band aids. I think I'm bleeding more now.

Mister Hero Suicidal Strong Stalker Guy continued his display of strength when he picked up the car and simply tossed it into a wall. The same wall, ironically, that I thought the driver was going to crash into.

Oh. My. God. What was this guy on?