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  You're a murderer.
  
  Running head first into that place and blasting everything to hell. Raiding the detention center just to get a few kills on those who raped and pushed your crush to suicide doesn't seem like a good idea after all. You're not even her type to bother, you should just have left them rotting in jail instead. Now you got yourself rows and rows of police forces chasing after you and there is no such thing like a way back. You're brown bread to the eyes of your loved ones now, and you gotta make a run for it. Whenever you see a turn, you can only hope that it doesn't lead to a dead end.
  
  That phone call should have never reached you. Crazy love, you blame all the things you've done to it. It forced you to flee your office, turned your mind into a madman and put that thing on your hand. After that, it was only chaos. You were gonna going to end your life when the flame inside died out...but didn't...and you still can't find the courage.
  
  They finally talk with bullets huh? Maybe you should focus on stepping on the gas instead of having random flashbacks.
  
  > Okay, turn on the gas. No need to get touchy now.
  The pedal is being extremely abused by you as your vehicle blows off blindful storms of broken leaves and dirt back to your pursuers. Every turn you make equals a nightmare, your eyes cannot keep up with what in front of you anymore. You pray for the safety of the tires as well as yours. Nothing but speed and gunshot keep you stay intact with the world.
  
  Shreeekkkk!!! The glass door from behind has gone down!
  
  'These cops!...This some kind of game to you???' You think, making a zic-zac move to dodge another straight shot. You can't afford to panic, anything but that. Hot and cold sweats mixed together run along your forehead and down to your lip, a salty taste quickly dominate your saliva. *Gulp*
  
  The tires are still normal, that was just a lucky shot...but a warning that you should step up pass the limitation!!
  
  > shoot and try to outrun them!
  You're not surrounded so it'll be a real pain in the ass for them to even get a clear shot on you unless you stick your head out like a sore thumb. The tires though, immediately get your fingers fondling over to the stockpile of mass bloodshed you got straight from market. Unlocking the safety, you sprayed a barricade of piercing bullets with the friendly-user Uzi towards them. You don't dare to look, too nerve-retching and you can't afford to waste your focus on the road.
  
  So they think there are accomplices involved? Man, that would have been very comforting at a time like this. This stuff is the thing that you can only see on movies, not experiencing it in real life and you can't have the fortune to share it with anyone...at least you'll have everyone wanting you in custody till death after this, a nice bonus for a loner like you.
  
  It looks like your firepower struck them as the deadly stuffs, they pull over and start to station in one place, aiming solely at your buggy and throwing rounds as you speed up to oblivion. You're safe...at least for now. From a runaway, you've became a wanderer. The future ain't going to got any lights for you but you'll have to bear with that, you just have to. You don't want to die. No matter how much the world spy on your fear or judge you, you will not die on this small world.
  
  ... Looking through the door and feeling all the wonderful sensations the wind let you enjoy, you seize your mind back in its origin, a calm and successful mind.
  
  "Ha...Haah hah hahh! A hahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" You fake the laugh of a psychopath to let all the tears built up inside fly along, waving your brows in every fit. "...hahaha...damn..."
  
  You had sat there, laughing exactly like this just 2 hours ago, it more likely was belonged to a maniac, the one who put a bullet through a helpless person and cracked up in awe as his lover guided him towards the next targets. Revenge is never meant to be sweet, but it sure feels great afterward! Rocking the flow of blood in your veins, you drive through the clearing, followed by rains of falling leaves marking your exit.
  
  The pedal is being extremely abused by you as your vehicle blows off blindful storms of broken leaves and dirt back to your pursuers. Every turn you make equals a nightmare, your eyes cannot keep up with what in front of you anymore. You pray for the safety of the tires as well as yours. Nothing but speed and gunshot keep you stay intact with the world.
  
  Shreeekkkk!!! The glass door from behind has gone down!
  
  'These cops!...This some kind of game to you???' You think, making a zic-zac move to dodge another straight shot. You can't afford to panic, anything but that. Hot and cold sweats mixed together run along your forehead and down to your lip, a salty taste quickly dominate your saliva. *Gulp*
  
  The tires are still normal, that was just a lucky shot...but a warning that you should step up pass the limitation!!
  
  > keep going, man!
  If the cops caught you, you would spend your whole life in prison. No, you would have the honor to fry your ass on the chair instead! With that thought in mind, you stop at nothing to get a straight pass in your line of view. Eventually, you start to crash into one of the trees and cast them aside.
  
  You've gotten very deep into a strange place, the risk of hitting dead ends is throttling your head and your hands're getting worse at keeping the steering wheel stable. It doesn't take very long for you to start losing your mind. And the glass-busting pistol they use is pretty damn good at fucking up your car. Oh baby, right now the tires are your hope and dream. You've forgotten all about your crush, the only thing you care about now is your life, your own life!!! And your damn buggy! Depressed and giving up on life? You would never!
  
  Unfortunately, you should never...never ever speed your car in an unknown territory. In about 4 minutes, you end up screwing yourself by rolling over to an impassible hill...and then cliff. The fireworks are very astounding.
  
  "...I really can't concentrate well today, maybe next time." You speak to yourself as you enjoy the nice view hanging from a lovely branch, such an odd behavior for a lucky guy.