‘A serial killer is on prowl killing women at random. According to eye witnesses and other reliable sources, we came to know that ….’
I turned off the radio. The same news was repeatedly broadcast again and again. ‘Murders, robberies, rapes… Every morning you hear nothing other than such untoward incidents… phew…’ I thought.
I had to wait till the sun dawned. ‘Now it’s time for me to drive my beauty’ and I rushed to the shelf for the keys.
‘Cluck… cluck…’ my beauty unlocked. The Italian Lamborghini make, Lockheed F-22 raptor design inspired, 650BHP powered by a 6.5L V12 engine Reventon. In automotive terms Reventon means burst or flat tyre. Only twenty such cars exist in the entire world and mine’s one of them.
Opening the trademark Lamborghini scissor doors, I got into the car, and pulled the doors down turning on the ignition. And shifting to the first gear, the car slowly moved out of my garage. Today I will be racing across the Mexican border along route 43, old Mexican highway starting from San Andreas.
Within a few minutes I was already cruising on the old Mexican highway at about 140 miles an hour. A Mercedes McLaren SLR, an Audi TT Quattro to name a few are some old customers, left behind. Though I wasn’t utilizing all the horses inside my car, still those customers are no match for my beauty.
After driving for half an hour, I saw another speedster crossing me. ‘It’s a Lamborghini… it’s a Murceilago… no it’s another Reventon… One of the elite twenty… let me race with him…’ and I shifted one gear down and my car roared to life.
Two Reventon’s scorching the old Mexican highway in between the old style ranches is the rarest of the rarest sights. The highway is a two lane road with vehicles plying up and down not very often. I was a NASCAR driver, and I had no problem in driving my car at 250 KMPH. But I was shocked to see that the other Reventon was also racing pretty close to mine.
I tried to look into the other car through the window, and I could see a girl wearing a helmet. She looked at me and indicated me to look forward when I saw a big Red Rugger coming in my direction. I was driving at such a high speed that forcing the car to come to a complete halt would take no less than 25 seconds and in that time I would be smashed to bits.
Having not decided what to do, I would hit the truck in another 2 seconds when I pulled over the wheel and my car hit the other Reventon forcing both our cars off the highway even as we sped into the sandy ranches. After 10 seconds both our cars came to a complete halt. I opened the scissor doors and got out of my car and proceeded to walk towards the other car.
As I reached the car, I looked through the window. The girl was lying unconscious. I tried to open the door, but it was locked from inside. Looking around for a metal rod to break open the glass, I started to walk away from the car, when I heard the scissor doors open.
I turned back in surprise when I saw the girl coming out of the door and slowly pull a machete dripping blood, from behind and she started to laugh wildly. This girl must be the serial killer, I thought and I started to run away from the place with her chasing me.
The place seemed to be endless with no place to hide, when I came across a wooden house. I ran towards the house and hid behind, when I caught hold of a broken log. ‘The girl was right behind me, where’s she now’, I started searching for her, gripping the log in one hand.
I saw a shade trying to plunge a knife from behind when I jumped down in the nick of time and hit the girl with the wooden plank. She fell to the ground as I sprang to my feet and dashed to the car. I jumped into the car and the tyres revved up the sandy roads and it wasn’t long back before I started driving on the highway.
‘That was a pretty close shave with the killer’, I thought, adjusting the rear view mirror when I saw the other Reventon on my trail. ‘Shit… she’s still behind me’, I thought even as I raced my car along the highway before I actually lost her. I drove for some more time before slowing down when I heard a blaring sound.
‘Please pull over…Reventon… Please pull over’ I could see a police car on my trail. As I slowed down my car and pulled it over, two officers approached me with guns in their hand.
‘On you knees, man…’ they shouted, and I fell to the ground with hands behind my back. With one officer on guard, the other went to look inside the car.
‘There’s a dead body inside the car, sir. He’s the serial killer whom we have been searching for…’, he shouted even as I was astounded.
‘Oh shit, this isn’t my car…’ when I looked at the colour under the revolving red and blue lights of the cop’s car. It’s gleaming black, ‘And mine is moon silver…’ when I saw a moon silver Lamborghini Reventon race past us even as the radio from the cop’s car shouted …
‘A serial killer is on prowl killing women at random. According to eye witnesses and other reliable sources, we came to know that the serial killer ‘s plying in a black Lamborghini Reventon…’
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