It was a beautiful summer night with clear sky and a big moon. A shiny red Cadillac came to halt in front of a small flower shop as Jason hurriedly stepped out to buy a rose for his date. With a bright smile and sparkling eyes, he asked the flower lady “do I look fine?” Adjusting his curls, Jason took out his sunglasses from his leather jacket “don’t worry Jason, you look more than fine” the old woman replied giving him a small bouquet of beautiful roses.
Sheepishly looking around, he asked, “how much?” “Don’t worry about the money Jason. Have a good evening” the old woman said as she turned towards another customer. As Jason drove off with an ecstatic smile, Gina, the flower shop lady wondered who his date was. She had known Jason since he was a child. She knew his parents before they died in that tragic car crash. The entire town of Jonesville had witnessed the tragedy of a happy home turning into a garage.
Sabrina was a simple looking girl who had studied in London and had recently returned back to Jonesville. Her complexion was dusky and she had curly hair which could go berserk with the slightest gush of wind. Everyone knew her to be the niece of Mr. Dorothy who was the owner of three rice mills on the town outskirts, but in reality she was his daughter; an illegitimate one.
She quietly sat at the restaurant table, looking at the menu and lost in her own thoughts. The gate opened and Jason entered, his blue eyes and brilliant smile had always mesmerised her but today he looked even better. With gelled hair and trimmed beard, he looked like a Hollywood superstar. As he looked around their eyes met and she quickly looked down blushing. But Jason wasn’t looking at her lips as she quickly hid her slightly deformed teeth or her tiny nose; he was looking at her enchanting eyes.
Coming closer he extended the bouquet, his cheek muscles were starting to hurt but he couldn’t stop smiling. She looked spectacular in her black dress, their gaze connected again and two hearts melted in a single instant. As if attracted by some magnetic field, they came close and broke into a passionate kiss.
“So, you thought of ordering something yet other than each other?” the waitress was standing with a huge grin on her face. As they separated, a burst of bullets rang through the restaurant shattering the windows. Jason stood in shock, shielding his ears; a surge of pain was growing in his waist.
Slowly opening his eyes, he saw Sabrina looking towards him, her hand was clasped over her neck. “Oh my god!” Jason screamed, lunging forward to grab her as she fell towards the floor. He couldn't believe what had happened, he looked at her in utter bewilderment. As they looked at each other, she smiled; she looked marvelous through all the crimson hues. Fighting a million emotions Jason smiled back.
The light in their eyes had gone. Five minutes later, Jason was speeding on the highway at 120miles per hour. He hadn’t looked at the bullet lodged in his waist or the police cars in the distance; his eyes were only searching for the culprits. In the distance, he could see only one car and only a single thought arose in his mind; they have to die.
Going at nearly 140 miles per hour Jason closed in on the vehicle ahead. A barrage of bullets shattered the windshield of his car but he was already crouched under the steering wheel. The cars came in contact with a loud bang and Jason looked up to see the green car as it slid of the road and came to halt with another bang as it hit a tree. Jason yanked his steering in the same direction with one hand while searching under his seat for something with the other hand.
Jason stepped out of his car, he could see someone moving inside the other car. Ron hadn’t expected a red Cadillac to crash into them after a successful bank robbery. He looked around but no one seemed to be conscious, fumbling around he managed to open the gate. Stepping out of the car, Ron looked at the tree they had run into.
A crunch made him turn back and he froze in terror; standing before him was a crazy man with a large wrench in his hand. Jason kept hitting the man till every hole on his deformed head started to bleed; his left eyeball was squashed along with the socket while the right one was on the verge of popping out. Standing up, he looked at the bloody wrench and his hands, staring at the blood dripping off his palms made him feel good. Slowly, as the blood started to dry he realised his solace went away too. Someone in the car was moving again, Jason smiled.
