Moon beams danced off the shadowy figure of the young stranger who, with hands in pockets, staggering now and then, walked in a sort of hunched fashion along the side of the road. It was nightfall, and the only light to guide his winding path was that which shone from the crescent moon above in the starless sky. The September foliage in the trees above his head rustled in the evening breeze, and a ghostly sense of warning penetrated the atmosphere-- yet the boy plodded on, his heart pounding at the thrill of the scheme that was just in reach. Just then, a group of other teenagers, the rest of the young man's party, suddenly joined him, and their male voices immediately clashed together in secretive tones full of excitement. Another bend in the corner, and there she was. The shiny metal of the ferrari glimmered. The ring leader of the gang held up the keys, jingling them just for effect. Then there was a bit of a raucous and some shuffling around until the sound of an engine began to purr. The bunch of guys hopped onto the leather seats, obviously enjoying their ticket to freedom in their ride for the night. With a roar, the car whizzed off. The driver easily settled back, his fingers turning up the volume to high as rock music rolled off of the speakers. Coarse laughter soon followed and the guys joked and sped on, their drunken voices carrying out over the hills that took them in circles for what seemed hours. The driver suddenly gripped the wheel with a force, beginning to pick up speed to the entertainment of the others. He was headed in a perfectly straight line; the road seemed to stretch a long ways without a car in sight. One of them, however, noticed a red light flashing in the distance and slapped the driver on the shoulder, commanding him to stop in a completely jesting fashion; but the man at the wheel took that as a sort of challenge and only pressed down on the gas all the more. As though on instant, a lone car appeared out of nowhere, not seeming to be aware of the speeding car coming directly in its direction. The same guy in the back cried again, in a shrieking voice, to stop. The driver finally realized what was happening and slammed on the brake with everything he could muster. The only other sounds were of splintering glass and agonizing cries.
Then the whole world went black.
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