Brimstone Highway (CVcU Short)

Highway 76, Acme, Ohio, 2:04 AM...

The girls were out on the road, burning rubber in their recently "acquired" Chevy Impala. All four of them hollered into the night sky, standing up to catch a breeze with the roof retracted. Their liquor stained the pavement they sped on, having complete and reckless abandon on these empty miles. Blood was hot, and there was something in the air, or maybe it was the full moon that provided a serene light on the slab ahead of them.

"I can't believe we actually did that! If he ever found out, nah, I don't even want to think of that." One of them cackled, looking back at the town of Acme, as it slowly grew smaller and smaller in the distance.

The Driver glanced at the mirror to look for herself, a sly smirk on her face. "You have no idea how long I wanted a car like this one. I offered him twice what he was offering, three the next time. Old man should have just taken the money." She scoffed, flooring the pedal even further into the pristine carpet.

The Driver squinted immediately after flooring it, though, as headlights from behind shined right against the mirror.

"Who the hell is this now?" One of them grumbled from the back, unable to see the vehicle due to the brights clearly being flicked on. "I swear if that's a cop.."

"It's not a cop." The passenger rolled her eyes, now looking back with the rest. "If it was a cop, they would have started the sirens by now."

And so they kept watching, as the lights got closer, closing the distance and contending with the Custom Impala.

"We gonna lose this tool or..?" The passenger leaned over, looking at the speedometer.

"It's maxed. Whatever they got, it's freaking fast." The Driver gritted her teeth, flipping the car off when she realized it had no intention of passing them. It was then that it backed off, still within a stone's throw of the Impala.

"Hey, there's a stop up ahead, I wanna see who the hell this d-bag thinks they are.." The Passenger tapped her friend's shoulder, cracking her knuckles. The rest were almost preparing to give this stranger a hard time.

Soon enough, the pulled up the blinking red light that tangled above on a wire, anxiously waiting for the car behind them to the same. It wasn't slowing down, not even a little bit, which only agitated them further. Even the collected Driver tapped on the gas, half convinced that it was going to ram right into them.

At the very last second, the car flung it's tail end out, and screeched to a scorching stop right beside them. The girls finally got a good look at the vehicle. A matte black 1970 Chevy Nova Super Sport. A fitting ride, considering the individuals that sat inside.

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It was a man and a woman, dressed head to toe in Rockabilly fashion. The man didn't even look at the crew, instead taking a second to run a comb through his shiny hair, cigarette smoke escaping out of the corner of his mouth. The girl on the other hand stared right at them, blowing up her bubble gum with a peculiar sass behind it. Tattoos smothered her neck, with the most notable of them reading "Matthew 10:28"

"Wow, okay then." The Driver scoffed, glaring at the opposing female stranger before looking at the greased driver. "Hey! Ponyboy! You just looking to piss people off? Or were you lookin' to race?" She declared, certain in her assumption after seeing that they were clearly gear heads themselves.

After half a minute, the couple in the Nova finally looked at each other with a shared smile, that smile that was only possible with mad love. "You hear that, baby? Chick thinks that little Impala there even stands a chance."

"Baby" laughed, looking over at their car with disdain. "I think she does, Dee, I think she does!" Her gaze met the Driver's, eyebrow raised. "If she knew any better, she'd go easy on the pedal and save us all the embarrassment."

That was enough for the Driver, revving her engine furiously and continued to talk past Baby. "She always speak for you!? Why don't you put your miles where your mouth is, greased lightning."

Finally, Dee looked over and tipped his raybans down to look her dead in the eye. "Your funeral, sweetheart."He said mockingly while revving his own engine, the Nova's tail pipe popping flames as the custom V8 fired off. After a moment, both vehicles steadily roared, both of them twitching at the gear shift in a classic standoff to see who ran first.

Baby's ears perked as the radio buzzed, grinning as she cranked the volume so that Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich could provide ambience with "Hold tight"

With all eyes glued to the road ahead, and the girls in the back hooting and hollering, the Driver made the first move, throwing the Impala in gear as it took off smoothly. The whole car erupted in taunts and jeers as they sped off. The Nova remained still, the couple's expression becoming much more cold as they watched the taillights ahead.

"...Think that's enough?" Baby looked over to Dee, warmly smiling while strapping herself in.

"Yeah..." Dee smirked, slamming the 8-ball shift into first. "Always nice to give 'em somevigor."

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The greaser let off the clutch, and gave hell to the gas pedal. The Nova's tired burned up a storm's worth of smoke before finally taking off, the front tires bouncing off the road a few times just from how much power was behind this sleeper rod. The entire cab shook from the power, Dee's knuckles fading to white from how tightly he gripped that steering wheel. It was only a matter of seconds before the Impala's tail lights reflected off of his shades.

"Ho-lee shot. You're kidding me.." The Driver glared at her mirror, realizing what was up. The Nova wasn't just fast, it was way faster then her new ride. "He was sleeping on us!" She muttered through her teeth, not ready to lose quietly. She jerked the wheel, cutting off the Nova from making a pass. Smoothly, it traced the wrong side of the road before getting behind the Impala once more.

The girls in the back waved mockingly, even flipping off the couple to show they were fighting dirty. That would be the last moment of fun, right before things turned sour.

The Nova roared like the mechanical beast it was, and proceeded to ram the Impala's bumper. One of the girls in the back, Sue, instantly flung off the trunk and tumbled violently on the side of the road.

"WHAT THE FUNK!? WHAT THE FUNK- SUE!!" The other girl cried out, her eyes turning to a vibrant red for only a moment.

In all the confusion, the Nova easily pulled up beside them, matching their speed. Baby laughed at them with an eerie cool, pointing behind them. "You thought that was bad!? Give it a second!"The Rockabilly girl tightened her bandana on her head, slapping the side of the Nova as if it was a horse to be spurred.

The next few seconds all happened at once. Dee let off the gas for a moment, letting the Impala put itself in place, before he slammed into it's rear side. A classic use of the P.I.T Maneuver, the Impala spun out helplessly, taking just a second before it flipped under it's own force. Bodies flung from the moving wreck as it flipped over and over again, the Nova swiftly speeding past as it occurred.

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The wreck ended up in the ditch, ending it's cacophony of sheering metal just as Dee and Baby burned a U-turn, coming to a complete halt. "Could have kept goin' for a bit more, you know?" Dee chuckled, looking over to his wife while taking off his shades.

"Oh hush. Another second and they would have started leapin' at us from the damn car. My turn or your turn for stragglers?" Baby popped the glove box open, pulling out a .45 magnum, checking that the silver was loaded.

"Your turn. And I know, I know! Just a damn shame is all. Not everyday we get to race with somethin' actually fun. Ugh, that poor rod. We gotta let Peterson's family know where the car ended up." Dee shook his head, tossing his seat belt behind him and popping the door open to exit.

"You should have seen his body, hon. Things ripped him up like confetti." Dee mentioned, walking over to the Nova's trunk and accessed it's contents. Inside was a borderline armory, adorned with charms belonging to most religions on this Earth. "Five minutes. Five minutes and we could have saved him.... I'm pissed, is all I'm sayin'."

Baby remained at the front of the car, staring at the Driver as she sprinted down the highway at a Tiger's pace, her maw visible from even this far away. "You can't save them all, love. It's the one's we do save that matters, and the ones we put down..."The red head raised her revolver, getting a good bead on the Driver and putting a round square in her kneecap. "Boom, you dumb ass. I'm going for the rest, this one's all yours, babe." Baby made a kiss before walking off, putting another round in the Driver's gut while walking past her.

Dee wondered why he bothered even perusing his arsenal, knowing already what he was going to grab. His trusted sawed off and katana. His boots clomped on the empty road, taking his sweet time approaching the Driver, who revealed enough of her appearance to lose all sympathy. A half demon, through and through, her jaw dislocated to accommodate for the disturbing amount of fangs that jutted from her gums, her eyes as red as the blood she spilled time and time again.

"What did I tell you, cherry? Didn't I say it was gonna be your funeral?" Dee looked down at the demon, a look of disapproval looming on his face.

The Driver croaked, reaching out like a cornered animal with her elongated fingers and claws. Dee anticipated it, and stamped his leather boot down on her hand, then drove the unnaturally shimmering katana through her hand, and even some of the pavement. He twisted the blade, kneeling down to the smell of burning flesh and looked "her" dead in the eyes.

"Now, I know you got a master. Sure, Acme was just a twisted night out with the "girls", but you were just passin' by, weren't you?" Dee tilted his head, waiting for an answer. When he was met with nothing but silence, the greaser produced his shotgun, shaking it lightly before pointing it at her forehead. "I. Said. Weren't. You?"

Gunshots rang out in the distance amidst the silence, Baby going to work on the so called "stragglers" that flung from the wreck. With the situation getting bleaker, realizing she was now on her own, the demon Driver complied.

"Dorian. His name's Dorian." She hissed out her answer, to which Dee scoffed at.

"Really now? That's gotta be the most cliche demon name I've heard in a while. You're all really full of yourselves, aren't ya?" Dee shook his head, pressing the two barrels against the Driver's head. "Big question time now. If I know the answer? Then let's say you lose, alright? Ol' Dorian wouldn't happen to be stationed in Coventry freaking Township, would he? And y'all were heading back into town after grabbing that old timer's car... Right?"His teeth gritted audibly, reminded again about the scraps of a corpse they left behind in that garage.

The Driver looked surprised, before giving up to her sadistic nature, and started laughing in the voices of many. That laughter only got to pollute the night air for a moment, before Dee swiftly separated her head with his late sister's silver blade.

"Yeah... I thought as much."

Baby returned from the darkness shortly after, blood smeared on her face to match her ruby lipstick. "Got your answers, handsome?" She called out, a pair of boots from one of the stragglers dangling over her shoulder. The spoils of war, indeed.

"Sure did, Baby doll, I sure did. Hope you're in a workin' mood, because it looks like we're gonna be staying in Coventry for a spell." Dee draped his arm over his girl's shoulders, playfully squeezing her arm as they made their way back to the Nova.

"Hey, as long as they got good music and even better bars? I couldn't be bothered." She smiled, resting her head against Dee.

"Maybe, maybe not. Only thing I know? We're gonna rock that town to it's core..."