THE STILL NIGHT. PT 1.

CHAPTER: 3

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The sound of the engine rumbling strained the night's quietness, and the screeches of tyres against the asphalt awakened the highway to the single white car bounding down the road. The lights on the dashboard glowed red as they flashed in time with the car’s speedometer. The driver on a mental chase to escape his hellish reality.

Just why wouldn't it leave him alone? Hasn't it tormented him enough?

Eighteen whole fucking years and it still haunted him.

"Fuck!" He cursed, wincing from the sound bouncing off the seats and melting into his ears when his hands came down hard against the steering wheel.

Why wouldn't those demonic eyes leave him alone? How pathetic is it that a grown man still runs from such things? But what else is there to do against the eyes? He's fought it since he was a child, tried to push it behind like a bad dream, but nothing would work, if anything, the demon grew stronger and more determined to drive him completely insane. If you're a coward, it's easier to surrender and let death take you, isn't that what everyone says? Isn't that how they justify their inaction in a fight? He's a coward he would shamelessly admit, a coward who has run all his life, moving from one part of town to the next in a useless attempt to escape those Red flaming eyes.

His greatest dream was to become a cop and move to the Big City, Hillburn. His father had once lived in the city as a local celebrity, and their lives were once rosy before it had all gone downhill. Now all that was left were ruins and his dwindling sanity.

They would have him discharged and admitted should anyone know of the things he sees. The shadows, the Demonic eyes, those haunting nightmarish figures in the walls. Only an insane person would see such things.

Maybe he's crazy.

The only logical explanation for his never-ending hallucinations.

He stepped harder on the pedal, charging the car to speed up the steep road leading into the hills, the car slipping along as quickly as its engine could muster. His breath came in short huffs, and sweat poured down his face as he struggled against his driving. His knuckles were white around the steering wheel.

There were no signs of slowing or skidding off the slick asphalt. Only a slight swerve of a turn and a burst of speed as the driver desperately fought for control, all within a matter of seconds. The car lurched forward once, twice and then the driver braked it hard, causing him to jerk back in his seat as his head banged into the steering wheel.

He gritted his teeth against the pain and looked out through his window. In front of him, he could see only a thin line of light that appeared to be illuminated by something and it stretched into the Heavens. Like someone had placed a glow stick on the road, but it wasn't just an object laying on the road. It was something more, strange even, and as he watched the light his senses forgot for a second that he had crashed, and could be in danger. He glanced up at the moon, the bright glowing orb hanging high overhead like a silent guardian over a forgotten city. A sudden jiggling sound caught his ears knocking him back into consciousness, and for a split second, he didn't register the sound was caused by the fact that he was trying to pull the car doors open. It seemed stuck.

As soon as he tried to move, a hiss tore through his throat when his left hand which was stuck to the steering wheel sent ripples of pain shooting into his brain. The other was still firmly grasping the door handle uselessly trying to pry it open, while he could feel the tyres spinning uncontrollably on the wet dirt road. He couldn't even get out of the vehicle. For whatever reason he seems to have lost his driving experience and came bounding down the highway like a maniac seeking his own death. A tingling sensation slipped down his forehead, frowning he took the hand away from the door handle, and wiped at his face, hissing when he realized he had bashed his head up pretty nicely. It bled.

"Shit..." Logan cussed under his breath, rubbing gently at where a bump already started to form on his forehead and the back of his skull an even bigger wound. He didn't want to think about what would happen if he didn't get out soon. A hand coming down hard against the steering wheel filled the car with a bang as he smacked frustratingly on the wheel. Could tonight get any worse? All he needed was to drive to the nearest motel and get some sleep, without having those Demonic eyes on him. Was that too much to ask? He slapped the wheels a second time, hands returning to the door handle, and he began to yank on it again.

"What the..." He frowned when he noticed for a second time the shape of his broken wrist stuck between the steering wheels. Realizing his legs feel numb, he glanced lower... "FUCK!" Twisted and bent unevenly his legs squeezed into a small gap between the seats. His ankles felt like someone had twisted them in two and shoved them inside his shoes. "I am dead. Oh god… I'm going to die." His knees dug painfully against the center console as if trying to pry loose the car's gears. He winced when his broken stuck wrist pressed harder against the steering wheel. "Damn it…!" He muttered. Now how the hell was he supposed to get out? Wetness began to slighter down his back soaking his shirt, but it wasn't from sweating. More of a warm, metallic liquid.

His gaze darted out the broken windows to find that shining light stick gone, looking up to the sky, the moon began to fade away too. He cursed when he realized his cell phone had fallen out of his pocket and rolled across the floor. He reached for it but was stopped when his arm moved a little more than usual. Pain shot up his shoulder and neck with the movement and he bit his lip hard enough to taste blood. First, it was dotted lights he saw dancing around his vision. Then very slowly, the lights began to fade, just like the moon had done.

Silence began to engulf him, and slowly he let his heart wander into the nothingness his brain provided.

His body slumped lifelessly back onto the seat, his breathing became shallower and weaker, and the fingers curled limply on the steering wheel fell still. The darkness crept closer and slowly overtook his senses. As he lay there in the car, drifting off into the void, he thought of his mother and father, wondering if this was how their last moments on earth felt before they breathed their last. He sniffed hard and brushed his face against his shoulder blade to wipe the tears now rolling down his eyes, and that was the last movement he made before it all went still.