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Two legs resting on the dashboard with her hands above her head playing with her curly auburn hair Maureen sighs and frowns throwing an arm over her face “its so fucking hot” she says for the 30th time in an hour.

“I swear to fucking Satan if you say one more fucking word I will blow ya fucking head off your shoulders” Roger threw a mean dangerous glare at the brunette seated in the passenger seat of his newly stolen yellow Chevy corvette with the top let down and the hot air filled with dust and sand blowing fiercely over them.

Roger reaches down to grab his hand gun and cocks it emphasizing his point. “Got it?” Maureen immediately zips her mouth shut as she merely nods and turns her head towards the outstretched road of nothingness that seemed to last forever in the sweltering Mexico city heat.

Maureen pulls her legs up to her stomach as she gives a bitchy pout over to her companion. Maureen isn’t the same timid frightened little girl Roger had taken hostage months ago. She had learned that when it came to her, or at least this is what she thought personally, that Roger was all bark and no bite; but as it was Maureen was not about to test this theory of hers so she did as she was told.

“I have a gun to ya know dick” she spat and quickly snatched up the rusting hand gun “Don’t fucking threaten me like that- I have a fucking mouth and I-”

Just as she was speaking Maureen felt a cool piece on the back of her neck that felt familiarly just like the end of a ak-47, her eyes widedn; don’t ask how she knew, Maureen let past experiences be past experiences.

“Shut up Maureen- its hot enough and you’re bitch attitude is getting on my last fucking nerve so I swear if Roger doesn’t have the balls to do it, I will” the newly kidnapped blonde kid in glasses who Roger referred to as Blondie told the girl in front of him.

“What makes you so fucking bold asshole?” Maureen retaliated even though with a slip of his fingers Mark could blow her head off immediately. “I dare ya- do it; and my ghost will come back and hunt ya ass and drag your scrawny ass down to hell with me”

“because that’s so fucking logical” Mark removed the gun and slipped it into the back pocket of the backseat. He stretched back on the leather interior, shirtless, which only added to the hotness that was possessing his body by the second.

Roger remained surprisingly calmed through the whole thing; Roger was weird like that. Roger always thought that arguments were a waste of time. Why waste your time talking about what you’re gonna do when you can just as easily do it without all the fucking dramatics. Roger was the type to say three words and blow your ass away in a split second.

Roger took one hand off the steering wheel ad began to fumble around in the glove compartment for a pack of newports that he recently stole along with his new ride. Finally finding the cigarettes he snapped his fingers for Maureen to give him a light with his smoke clenched between his teeth. Inhaling a large quantity of smoke he let it out smoothly with sigh of relief before handing it to Mark. “Ya smoke Blondie?” he asked the boy who nodded and took the cigarette in his own hands, taking a deep puff.

Now Maureen was more than a little frazzled by this; Roger didn’t like to share anything with anybody most importantly his smokes. What made this boy, Blondie, this blonde hostage that he’d only found a few days ago different. Maureen thought the murderer could possibly be falling for him but then again key word there being murderer, and as far as Maureen knew, murderers were ruthless crazed out physcos who didn’t have a heart let alone the power to love someone.

Maureen felt a hard nudge on her thigh that shook her out of her thoughts and there Roger was with a scowl on his face and a cigarette in his hand. He was handing it to her. Maureen almost wanted to slap the smoke away, but she tried best to play it cool since she knew that Roger would go ape crazy if she though the gesture was sweet in the slightest.

“Just don’t smoke the whole thing iight?” he frowned and she nodded

Maureen looked down at the rusting gun in the cup holder next to her. Maureen did not like the look of things. A murderer showing slight emotion and caring for others. This definitely scared the shit out of her.

“Hey” came Rogers rough growl of a voice “Pedestrian” he chuckled as he sped up and made a rough turn into the dried up pastures, throwing the occupants of the car into the nearest window; there was a young man with no shirt and a cowboy hat walking unbeknownst that his life was about to be over in 5...4...3...2...

SCREEEEEEEEEECH

Red dust clouded the air around them as the car lunged forward and Mark held his head in pain for he had rammed into the back of Maureen’s seat on impact, As a now bloody innocent man rolled over the hood of the car staining the yellow exterior with blood.

Maureen and Roger laughed together as they drove over the poor man’s body in a rush while Mark looked slightly confused but gave a small laugh anyway, sure not to look like a normal person who occasionally feels sorry for others among these two obvious whack jobs that he somehow got put in a car with. Mark turned around and looked back at the dead body splayed out across the pasture.