I opened the sleek black door to the new Mercedes. The lifeless body was sprawled across the back seat. Blood was streaked against the window. It didn’t shock me to see it there, what shocked me was I was the murder. I pushed the body making sure it was completely insensible I shivered. I was not proud of what I had just done, but it had to be me that ended this. I heard a loud collide from behind me. I jumped in the front seat of the car I was expected them to chase me. The engine raved loud my speed picked up fast. Suddenly the car jolted forward I couldn’t stop what I had started. I heard them scream insensitive words at me. They had no heart they killed my brother and I was not letting them get away with it. I pulled down a slim alley way the car almost touching the walls. My heart was throbbing hard in my chest, my breathing grew fast, and I let in a deep moan. The stench of blood filled the car. I made a blunt turn; slowing down for the sake of my stomach. They had made a wrong right turn awhile ago so I figured I had time. I pulled into a gas station a stupid move. I shut the car door hard and walked in. My eyes stayed on the black car in the parking lot as I opened the door to the refrigerator I pulled out a sprite with a swift grab not thinking about my motion. I walked to the counter with speed still keeping my eyes on the car. “What can I do for you pretty lady?” I was used to comments like this. People described me as the type you would see in a magazine or on the cover of sports illustrated. When I looked in the mirror all I saw was tan skin, long ebony mocha hair that was always pulled up, and frost blue eyes nothing seemed special to me. “I just want the sprite, thank you.” I pulled out the old torn wallet my father had given me before he died of cancer. I paid the man as he kept making comments on my looks and grabbed my sprite. I stepped in the car and let it run as I sipped my drink. My plan was simple abandon the body and leave; my life would be back to normal. The guy I had killed with the plain brown kitchen knife had no records for all the cops knew he didn’t exist this whole group didn’t. I was not aware of what I was going to do with them chasing me but I would soon find out. They thought they were going to have their way with me and then let sit there and suffer my plan differed.