posted on Oct, 5 2017 @ 07:28 PM
The crisp October air swirled picking up a few fallen leaves making them spin in front of Jason as though they were playing tag while dancing. Jason
grinned at their aerial ballet before turning up his collar against the chill breeze and heading down the street. Normally he wouldn't go out for a
walk this late but the Chief of Police had recently announced a major effort by the local authorities to, “Take back our streets at any cost”. It
had been working as crime had dropped significantly in recent weeks. Huddled in to his own coat and his own world of thoughts Jason was unaware of the
events transpiring around him until it was too late.
Bang-ang, Bang-ang. The shots echoing off the buildings as they emerged from the narrow alleyway. The sound of an engine and screeching tires followed
soon after. Jason looked around for someone, anyone, to tell what he had just heard but the streets were empty. Grabbing his cell phone, Jason was
about to dial 911 but thought better of it. Maybe it wasn't gun shots. Maybe that car he heard had back fired. Slowly Jason approached the end of the
alley and peaked around the corner. At first he saw nothing, the alley being considerably darker than the street. He entered the alley slowly, his
eyes adjusting to the dimmer light. There he found a body, face down on the ground. Curious as it was, he found letters written in blood on the
grayish concrete near the victim's right hand. “69RR”. “What does that mean?” Jason wondered aloud as he checked the body for a pulse. He
found none. Looking around for anyone who might be able to help Jason dialed his phone. When the dispatcher patched him through to the local PD Jason
informed them of his location and situation. He was instructed to remain there until the authorities arrived to take his statement. Of course he
A strange loud, thumping percussive sound was reverberating in Jason's ears. At fist he thought it was his own heartbeat but realized it had an echo
making it sound deeper and even more threatening. A demonous black car, huge, ominous, looking like pure evil very slowly crossed the other end of the
alleyway. Each thump of the booming exhaust sounding like the heartbeat of the devil himself. The deep black lacquer of the paint and the dark tinted
glass didn't help the car look any safer. The beast seemed to growl and hiss at the sight of Jason who was frozen in abject terror.
Rain started to fall, slowly at first, then in sheets but passed quickly. As Jason watched, the last words of the victim disappeared from view. His
cell phone still in his hand, it never occurred to him to take a picture while he had the chance. The sound of sirens cut through the spatter of the
rain. Jason walked to the end of the alley to await the police. As he reached the street he heard that familiar booming thump from the giant black
beast. It was one black away, just sitting there, waiting. As Jason watched, the beast began to inch forward, turning toward him. Jason turned back to
the alley and ran as fast as he could, past the victim's body, and onward to the other end of the alley. Deep within the alley the thunderous booming
of the beast's exhaust sounded like cannon fire. Jason knew he was running for his life.
The park! Diagonal to the block he was on there was a one block square park. The beast couldn't fallow him in there! If he could make it to the
middle of that park he had his choice of six different exits. A one in six chance of escape was better than any other options he could think of. His
legs pumping, the cold air burning in his lungs, Jason forced himself to go faster. Behind him he could hear the thumping booming rumble of the beast
as it emerged from the narrow alley. He heard the roar as the car accelerated toward him. His heart pounding hard, he passed through the iron gate at
the entrance to the park and ran toward the fountain in the center.
The park was surrounded on all sides by tall buildings making it a little oasis of nature in an asphalt and iron jungle. Jason could hear the thumping
boom of each cylinder in the beast's massive engine fire. “Thump....thump thump........thump.....thump thump thump......thump....thump.” It's
percussive rhythm both hypnotic and threatening at the same time. Each thump of horsepower echoed off the surrounding buildings, and the echoes began
to echo. The park was the focal point for the noise and Jason was losing his mind with fear. The dense foliage of the park made it difficult to see
the beast but Jason had a strong feeling it was now on the North side of the park. Sirens were closing in from different locations, at least one
sounding like it had arrived at the alley where the victim was located.
Jason knew the only way to circle the park by car was clockwise since all the adjacent streets were one way. With the beast to the North Jason ran as
swiftly as he could to the West exit. A loud whumping noise got his attention and he realized a police helicopter was now overhead. Jason dialed his
phone and told the dispatcher he was headed toward the west side of the park and the murderer was chasing after him. Jason could hear the dispatcher
direct officers to block off both ends of the street Jason was heading toward. The dispatcher instructed Jason to find the nearest police officer when
he got there.
Even with the loud whumping of the helicopter overhead Jason could still hear the booming thump of the beast as it rounded the corner to the South
turning in his direction. He ran out of the park and down the side street to the West. The helicopter was directly overhead now. Jason heard the roar
of the beast as it turned on to the street behind him. It was a race to the other end of the block now and Jason knew he couldn't outrun that monster
Half way down the block was an auto repair shop with a huge yard filled with numerous cars in varying degrees of repair. Giant industrial sized metal
dumpsters lined one side of the property and Jason ran to them seeking shelter from the beast. Police officers were slowly advancing down the street
toward where Jason was hiding. Jason could hear the thump and boom of the beast getting closer. It seemed like it was almost on top of him. The
whumping of the helicopter was right above him. His own heartbeat was like thunder in his ears. All the percussive sounds seemed to resonate in the
giant dumpsters all around him. Jason pressed his hands over his ears trying to stop the cacophony from liquifying his brain. He heard a police
officer yell, “Is the Chief here yet?” And heard a second officer reply, “I think so...”
Jason knew his chances of escaping the beast were never going to get any better than they were at that moment. He had no idea where the beast was but
the booming of its pulse made it clear it was very close. The thunderous chorus of noises nearly driving him insane, Jason steeled himself against his
fear and hurled himself toward the nearest police officer. The officer fired twice.
Jason lay face down on the grayish concrete, blood pooling under him. “The Chief is here...” Jason heard someone say. As the light faded from his
eyes, Jason could see the license plate on the beast that had come to a halt just a few feet away from him. “69RR426”. The Chief climbed out of
his highly modified jet black 1969 Plymouth Roadrunner with a monstrous 426 Hemi engine and said, “Someone fill me in. What do we have here?”