(4:28 P.M.)
(October 28, 2008)
The víbora ACR's naturally aspirated American V10 powerplant hummed at two thousand RPM as the car cruised at 70 mph on the US101. I had the windows down and the radio was playing Nickelback's newest album, Dark Horse. The throb of the powerful engine matched the beat of the current song, "Burn It to the Ground." It would become obvious later that this was a hint of what was about to happen.
I glanced in the rearview mirror to make sure I could change lanes, and when I did, I saw a Bentley sedan barreling towards me.
I got out of the way in a hurry, assuming at the first glance of the car that the driver was simply in a hurry.
I turned my head to watch the car speed por on my left, and something immediately jumped out at me; the driver wasn't watching the road ahead of him, he was looking behind him.
I turned to look behind me and saw a matte black Porsche Cayenne SUV coming up fast.
The Bentley had vanished into traffic por this point, and when the SUV screamed past on my right, I knew something was up. The driver had both hands on the wheel, as you would need to to keep control of the car at his speed, but the other three occupants of the car seemed to be cradling weapons below the window. I caught a glimpse of the stock of one weapon and I knew that the Porsche was after the Bentley.
I dropped three gears on the Viper's six speed manual and stomped on the gas, careful not to stall the engine.
My speed increased rapidly, and now I could hear the distinct pops of gunfire. The snap on my coldre was off and I pulled the hand gun, a Barretta M9, from it. I put it in my left hand, which I stuck out the window, and trained the barrel on the Porsche.
But before I could fire, the truck shifted, slamming it's left front tire into the right rear of the Bentley. I knew what he was trying to do.
It worked.
The Bentley spun sideways, the Porsche speeding off. I kept an eye on the sedan, waiting for it to stop gently before I took off after the Porsche.
That didn't happen.
The passenger side of the car slammed into one of those dividers that separates into the off ramp. It was going almost a hundred on impact and the hit flipped the car up onto the barricade, landed on its roof, then fell off onto the highway shoulder.
Cursing like the fighter pilot I was, I had no choice but to let the Porsche go.
I hauled up on the handbrake, spun the wheel, and shifted into first. The American muscle car pulled an almost perfect 180 and I sped back to the site of the Bently crash.
I stopped and got out, trying to make sure that everyone was okay.
The driver of the car was fine, but when I looked in the back, I saw a teenage girl of around 18 with blood on her camisa and arm and a medium sized white dog, also covered in blood. Neither of them were moving.
There was a hospital four minutos down the road from the crash and a vet right seguinte door, so I bundled both of the passengers into the Viper, not caring if they got blood on the seats, and told the driver to stay put. I gave him my card and sped off.
I dropped the human at MLK first, then the dog at the vet and told both places to call me if anything happened.
Well, it turns out that the girl was the lead actress in an upcoming animated movie about a dog that got lost and the dog happened to be the dog from the movie. We stayed friends after that day, and whenever I needed them, they were there for me.
(October 28, 2008)
The víbora ACR's naturally aspirated American V10 powerplant hummed at two thousand RPM as the car cruised at 70 mph on the US101. I had the windows down and the radio was playing Nickelback's newest album, Dark Horse. The throb of the powerful engine matched the beat of the current song, "Burn It to the Ground." It would become obvious later that this was a hint of what was about to happen.
I glanced in the rearview mirror to make sure I could change lanes, and when I did, I saw a Bentley sedan barreling towards me.
I got out of the way in a hurry, assuming at the first glance of the car that the driver was simply in a hurry.
I turned my head to watch the car speed por on my left, and something immediately jumped out at me; the driver wasn't watching the road ahead of him, he was looking behind him.
I turned to look behind me and saw a matte black Porsche Cayenne SUV coming up fast.
The Bentley had vanished into traffic por this point, and when the SUV screamed past on my right, I knew something was up. The driver had both hands on the wheel, as you would need to to keep control of the car at his speed, but the other three occupants of the car seemed to be cradling weapons below the window. I caught a glimpse of the stock of one weapon and I knew that the Porsche was after the Bentley.
I dropped three gears on the Viper's six speed manual and stomped on the gas, careful not to stall the engine.
My speed increased rapidly, and now I could hear the distinct pops of gunfire. The snap on my coldre was off and I pulled the hand gun, a Barretta M9, from it. I put it in my left hand, which I stuck out the window, and trained the barrel on the Porsche.
But before I could fire, the truck shifted, slamming it's left front tire into the right rear of the Bentley. I knew what he was trying to do.
It worked.
The Bentley spun sideways, the Porsche speeding off. I kept an eye on the sedan, waiting for it to stop gently before I took off after the Porsche.
That didn't happen.
The passenger side of the car slammed into one of those dividers that separates into the off ramp. It was going almost a hundred on impact and the hit flipped the car up onto the barricade, landed on its roof, then fell off onto the highway shoulder.
Cursing like the fighter pilot I was, I had no choice but to let the Porsche go.
I hauled up on the handbrake, spun the wheel, and shifted into first. The American muscle car pulled an almost perfect 180 and I sped back to the site of the Bently crash.
I stopped and got out, trying to make sure that everyone was okay.
The driver of the car was fine, but when I looked in the back, I saw a teenage girl of around 18 with blood on her camisa and arm and a medium sized white dog, also covered in blood. Neither of them were moving.
There was a hospital four minutos down the road from the crash and a vet right seguinte door, so I bundled both of the passengers into the Viper, not caring if they got blood on the seats, and told the driver to stay put. I gave him my card and sped off.
I dropped the human at MLK first, then the dog at the vet and told both places to call me if anything happened.
Well, it turns out that the girl was the lead actress in an upcoming animated movie about a dog that got lost and the dog happened to be the dog from the movie. We stayed friends after that day, and whenever I needed them, they were there for me.
The seguinte morning Kate set out of the antro, den to hunt for some caribou and asked humphrey to come along he agreed hapilly because he loves to be around Kate wherever she goes.
They were about an hora into the hunt when a hunter came out of the bushes and Kate hears him she jolts progressivo, para a frente right when the hunter fires his rifle the bullet just missed kates leg, and immediately after the shot humphrey jumps up and pushes the gun out of the hunters hand and the hunter (amazed por the situation) takes one look at humphrey and runs back into the bushes.
After this happened they decided to quit the hunt and go back to the antro, den because Kate and humphrey were both in shock From this moment and from that point on Kate always hunts with Humphrey.
They were about an hora into the hunt when a hunter came out of the bushes and Kate hears him she jolts progressivo, para a frente right when the hunter fires his rifle the bullet just missed kates leg, and immediately after the shot humphrey jumps up and pushes the gun out of the hunters hand and the hunter (amazed por the situation) takes one look at humphrey and runs back into the bushes.
After this happened they decided to quit the hunt and go back to the antro, den because Kate and humphrey were both in shock From this moment and from that point on Kate always hunts with Humphrey.
Name: Terax
Ranking in Organization: XV
Original Name: Kate
Sex: Female
Age (human): 21
Mate: Huxley
Color: Brown
Element: Poison
Weapons: Two rusted Oathkeeper keyblades
Personality:
Terax is the nobody of Kate and the mate of Huxley. Terax was born when Kate, along with Humphrey, turned into a heartless on the night the heartless consumed the worlds. She, much like her mate, hates heartless. She will do anything to protect her friends and her mate, even if it meant taking down a fellow organization member or turning against them. She too controlls the Dusk nobodies and can be playful. But if you piss her off, be sure find a place to hide or she will tear you up with her venomous keyblades (thats why they are rusted). She amor rosas like Marluxia but sometimes can have an attitude like Larxene. Some of her friends include: Roxas, Axel, Marluxia, Vexen, Larxene, Namine, and Siax. She loves to also play with her Dusks that she controls.
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Ranking in Organization: XV
Original Name: Kate
Sex: Female
Age (human): 21
Mate: Huxley
Color: Brown
Element: Poison
Weapons: Two rusted Oathkeeper keyblades
Personality:
Terax is the nobody of Kate and the mate of Huxley. Terax was born when Kate, along with Humphrey, turned into a heartless on the night the heartless consumed the worlds. She, much like her mate, hates heartless. She will do anything to protect her friends and her mate, even if it meant taking down a fellow organization member or turning against them. She too controlls the Dusk nobodies and can be playful. But if you piss her off, be sure find a place to hide or she will tear you up with her venomous keyblades (thats why they are rusted). She amor rosas like Marluxia but sometimes can have an attitude like Larxene. Some of her friends include: Roxas, Axel, Marluxia, Vexen, Larxene, Namine, and Siax. She loves to also play with her Dusks that she controls.
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Kate ran and hid in a hollow log. ever since Winston Tony and eve died there had been war. Kate plugged her ears shut as a gun shot went off. Kate peered out from her log. mary had been shot. Kate smiled. she hated Mary always trying to mate with Humphrey. Kate snuck out of her log and snuck home. Luis Jessie and the twins masey and felicity all ran towards Kate. " mommy your alive!" cheered the puppys. "where's Humphrey?" asked Kate. " in your room." Kate couldent wait to feel humphreys soft pele, peles and his moist nose. Kate walked into humphrey and hers room. "oh my gosh Kate." said Humphrey. Kate and Humphrey rubbed noses for a while. " are you ok?" asked Humphrey. " no, no I'm fine!" Humphrey looked down at kate's paws. " your not ok your paw is dislocated." gasped Humphrey.
