@Schizzy: AHHH!!! Did not see that coming...
Malyc was in the garage, tuning his 70 Chevelle for the race that weekend. He had it running, and was adjusting the timing to get peak power out of the 454, in the hopes of placing better than 3rd this time around.
As he was that close to the engine while it was running, he didn't hear the convoy of vehicles pull up to his house. He did, however, hear them kick down the door to his house. He panicked at that, thinking that he was next on the killer's list, and quickly closed the hood and darted for the driver door. He had nearly reached it when the garage door suddenly opened, and a man stepped through it. The man had a gun drawn, and fired 3 times, hitting Malyc once in the back and once in his left arm.
Knowing that he had to get away, Malyc jumped in, put the car in gear, and blasted through the garage door. It didn't take him long to realize he was going to bleed out if he didn't get medical attention soon. He entered the freeway, heading toward the nearest hospital, and was soon doing over 100 mph. A storm was rolling in, and it didn't take long for the night to become black as tar. The only light he had was from his headlights.
As he came up over the top of another hill, an exit materialized in front of him... With the bridge blocked by a dozen police cars. With little room to slow down, and even less to act, Malyc had no choice but to cut toward the ramp. What he wasn't anticipating at that point was the cops opening up on him. Glass shattering all around him, he ducked below the dashboard, knowing that the engine block would stop the bullets until he got out of the way.
He made it to the bottom of the ramp, and managed to get the car around the tight corner at the bottom. When Malyc got it pointed down the road in the right direction, he opened up the throttle, and was back up to 100 again by the time he hit the next intersection. It didn't take long for the police cars to catch back up, even with the wet road conditions, and before he knew it, the crown vics were pulling even with his rear bumper.
Malyc pushed his car for every horse he could get out of it, but it still wasn't enough to pull away from the cops. The closest cop used the PIT on him, sending him careening off the road, out of control. He saw the billboard pole coming straight at his driver door, and knew that he wasn't gonna be able to wriggle his way out of this one. The force of the impact knocked the fuel lines off of the carbeurator, and ruptured the gas tank. Fuel leaking onto the headers, still red hot from the run, caused the car to burst into flames. The fire quickly became an inferno once the gas from the tank went up.
Malyc vainly struggled to undo his restraints, but with one arm broken from the impact, and the seat pushed up against the wheel, he was unable to get free before the fire reached him...
As he was that close to the engine while it was running, he didn't hear the convoy of vehicles pull up to his house. He did, however, hear them kick down the door to his house. He panicked at that, thinking that he was next on the killer's list, and quickly closed the hood and darted for the driver door. He had nearly reached it when the garage door suddenly opened, and a man stepped through it. The man had a gun drawn, and fired 3 times, hitting Malyc once in the back and once in his left arm.
Knowing that he had to get away, Malyc jumped in, put the car in gear, and blasted through the garage door. It didn't take him long to realize he was going to bleed out if he didn't get medical attention soon. He entered the freeway, heading toward the nearest hospital, and was soon doing over 100 mph. A storm was rolling in, and it didn't take long for the night to become black as tar. The only light he had was from his headlights.
As he came up over the top of another hill, an exit materialized in front of him... With the bridge blocked by a dozen police cars. With little room to slow down, and even less to act, Malyc had no choice but to cut toward the ramp. What he wasn't anticipating at that point was the cops opening up on him. Glass shattering all around him, he ducked below the dashboard, knowing that the engine block would stop the bullets until he got out of the way.
He made it to the bottom of the ramp, and managed to get the car around the tight corner at the bottom. When Malyc got it pointed down the road in the right direction, he opened up the throttle, and was back up to 100 again by the time he hit the next intersection. It didn't take long for the police cars to catch back up, even with the wet road conditions, and before he knew it, the crown vics were pulling even with his rear bumper.
Malyc pushed his car for every horse he could get out of it, but it still wasn't enough to pull away from the cops. The closest cop used the PIT on him, sending him careening off the road, out of control. He saw the billboard pole coming straight at his driver door, and knew that he wasn't gonna be able to wriggle his way out of this one. The force of the impact knocked the fuel lines off of the carbeurator, and ruptured the gas tank. Fuel leaking onto the headers, still red hot from the run, caused the car to burst into flames. The fire quickly became an inferno once the gas from the tank went up.
Malyc vainly struggled to undo his restraints, but with one arm broken from the impact, and the seat pushed up against the wheel, he was unable to get free before the fire reached him...
