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Bryan Smith: The Killing Kind

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A group of college friends are ready for a week of partying at their rented beach house. They didn't count on a pair of homicidal maniacs crashing the party.

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“Don’t.”

Rob turned the clicker off and looked at her. “What’s the deal here? I thought you didn’t want me to lose them.”

She shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. I know where they’re going.”

Rob couldn’t help it-he laughed. “Oh, yeah? That’s funny. Because for a while there I thought it was critically important that I stay right on their fucking ass and not lose sight of them if I wanted to live.”

The girl kicked off her shoes and scooted farther down in her seat. She raised her legs and propped her feet on the dashboard. She set the gun in her lap and examined the fingernails of her right hand. The black nail polish was chipping away in places. “It was. But I’ve calmed down some. I’ll kill them later, after they get where they’re going.”

Rob looked at her feet. The socks were the kind with toes. She wiggled the toes as he stared at them. It sent a strange little tingle through him. He glanced at the road. The blue Neon was still between them and the van. “Well, thanks for not killing me. Or them. Yet.” He jerked his left hand, rattling the handcuff bracelets. “So tell me something. Say we get pulled over for some reason. Obviously any cop with more than one or two functioning brain cells would want to know why I’m cuffed to the wheel. What’s your explanation?”

She smirked. “That’s easy. It’s a sex thing.”

“Say what?”

Her smirk deepened. “A sex thing. Bondage. The cop will accept it because cops are worldly people and they know people are into all kinds of kinky shit. And you’ll play along because your only other alternative is a fucking bullet in the brain.”

Fuck, he thought.

She was right. He’d been thinking he might try a bit of subtle erratic driving to hopefully draw the attention of the police. It wouldn’t have been too difficult. During their brief time on the highway, he’d already spied several cop cruisers. A part of him had even become cautiously optimistic as he’d thought about it, but now he regretfully scratched the idea from his too-short list of potentially ass-saving schemes.

Fuck!

He sighed. “So…uh…what now?”

“We stay on the road until dark. Then we find a little motel somewhere and get a room with your credit card.”

Rob thought about that. It seemed to indicate she had no intention of killing him for at least the next several hours. Still, hot babe or not, the notion of being alone in a motel room with this girl scared the shit out of him. Christ, she’d come up to him with a gun in a public place in broad daylight. What might a girl crazy enough to do that do with him with a little bit of privacy and some time to kill? Rob tightened his grip around the steering wheel to quell the sudden tremors in his fingers, which had been triggered by the sudden conviction that he wouldn’t leave that room alive.

She looked at him. Her eyes were cold, pitiless. “You need to stop being such a nervous bitch.”

Rob grunted. “Oh. Right. Okay. I’ll work on that, but I can’t guarantee anything. I mean, go figure, right? Some crazy chick with a gun kidnaps and threatens me. Why should I be nervous?”

The girl stared at him for a long moment, her features fixed, expressionless. Rob couldn’t bear the scrutiny and decided to stare at the road instead.

“Look at me.”

It was a tone that would brook no disobedience. Icy, and carrying an unspoken promise of pain if ignored. He looked at her. “Okay. I’m looking at you. Now what?”

The girl smiled. Just a little one, a slight dimpling of the corners of her mouth. But her eyes stayed cold. “I haven’t decided about killing you yet. That’s gonna depend on a lot of things. There are some things you can do to better your odds. One of them is to do everything I tell you without question or hesitation. It’ll make things a lot easier for both of us.”

Rob nodded. “Right. Because there’s no reason a friendly little kidnapping-slash-carjacking should be anything other than a thoroughly pleasant experience for all involved.”

“The other thing you can do, the main thing at this point, is to cut the sarcasm. It’s making me want to shoot you right now and be done with it.”

Rob frowned. “You’d shoot me right now? Seriously? Doing seventy-five on the interstate, with me behind the wheel?”

The girl’s gaze didn’t waver. “That’s right.”

“You’re crazy. Fuck, you are really fucking crazy.”

“Maybe.” Her smile deepened a little. “But you should take what I’m telling you seriously.”

Rob shrugged. “Okay. Whatever.”

They continued in silence for another several minutes. The Neon stayed in front of them, but Rob soon realized he’d lost sight of the van. The girl was sitting up straight and staring straight ahead now. She had to have noticed, too. Rob briefly considered shifting lanes again and putting the pedal down in an effort to catch up to their quarry, but the girl didn’t seem concerned about this development, so he did nothing.

Unable to bear the silence any longer, he glanced at her and asked, “So where are they going?”

“Myrtle Beach. Same place we’re going.”

“Okay. Well…” Rob had turned his attention back to the road, but now he looked fully at her, astonishment evident in the twist of his features. “Myrtle Beach? That’s…”

He trailed off and glanced at the road again. The Neon swerved and nearly struck a pickup truck in the far left lane. A horn blared and the Neon jerked back into its proper lane. Then it swerved slightly again. Rob began to suspect the driver was impaired in some way. He eased off the gas pedal a bit more and put another car length between the Galaxie and the Neon.

He looked at the girl. “So if I behave, I’ll live to see Myrtle Beach? Is that what you’re saying? Because we won’t be there by sundown.”

She shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not. One way or another, you’ll find out.”

Rob didn’t press the issue any further, deciding he had no choice but to accept the answer he’d been given, which was at least vaguely hopeful. But he had some other questions. “So I guess you know these people?”

“No.”

Rob’s brow creased. “Huh. But you know where they’re going?”

“That’s right.”

“How?”

“Heard them talking about it at Starbucks. Heard everything I needed to know, down to the street address for the beach house one of their rich daddies rented for them.”

Rob hit the brake pedal as the Neon abruptly slowed down and swerved again. He slapped the palm of his uncuffed hand against the steering wheel. “Fucker!”

“Calm down.”

Rob looked at her and laughed. Once again, he just couldn’t help it. “You’re telling me to calm down? That’s rich. The crazy chick who impulsively decides to follow some rich kids several hundred miles for no apparent reason thinks I need to calm down.” He shook his head and laughed again. “That is awesome. That is fucking awesome.”

Her voice dropped to a near whisper. “There’s a reason.”

“Great. I’d like to hear it.”

Her voice remained almost inaudible as she said, “They were mean to me.”

Rob looked at her.

Her eyes were narrow slits and her lips were pooched out. The childlike pout was a forceful reminder of how very young she was. She couldn’t be any older than twenty. He felt an unexpected twinge of sympathy for her. “Look…whatever they did, and I don’t doubt they were assholes to you, but…it can’t be worth the trouble you’re going to here.”

A corner of her mouth twitched. Her hands curled into fists. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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