An exert.

"Midnight Ride"

Arnie inhaled the fresh night air and grinned maniacally.  As he rounded the front of the car, he shone the light down at the grill.  Removing the grin with a quickly schemed grimmace, just for Leigh, he looked into the windshield where Leigh sat, waiting patiently with a quizzical smile on her face.  "Ewww, yup.  We hit a bird alright."  He looked down at what was left of the back of davids head bent awkwardly to the left.  "Looks like we picked up a few branches from the Westerheights side road too.  It'll just be a second.  He squated down and leaned in close to what was left of David's right ear.  "Told ya you couldn't run." he whispered "She can find any shitter."  David's shiny, new neck and face hole gurgled slightly.  Arnie moved closer. He could feel the heat from David's skin.  "Anywhere." He could see steam rising from David's exposed brainmeat and inner face.  He could smell the thick burn of powder and, he inhaled deeply, some meat.  Arnie grinned and stood.  "No worries," he said, and glancing toward Leigh fixing a breast with one hand and her lipstick with the other, he raised his leg, braced his hand on the hood, placed his booted foot firmly on what was left of the right side of David's head and pushed.  For a moment nothing happened.  Then, David gave a gurgling neckhole sputter, then, with a wet shucking, bone scraping sound, the grill released what hold she had of David's upper body and face.  It slid downward, sitting David for a moment, upright, on what was or, wasn't remaining of his freshly peeled ass, then fell backward with a wet slap.  The remains of David's inner skull contents spilled out onto the gravel, followed by a barel of "huuughlklllahhhaaaaaaaaaah" as the pressure from landing forced a blurt of blood from David's rapidly filling lungs.  Arnie grinned again, "I think I pulled a hankerchief from his back pocket, reached down and with it, wrestled Davids sidearm from his mangled grip.  He wrapped the fabric around the sidearm and made as though he was wiping his hands.  

    "Oh god! What are you doing Arnie?  Christ! Don't touch it!!"
    Arnie heard Leigh clearly.  His heart sped for a moent as he stood, just snaking the butt of the firearm into his jacket. When he was done ensuring the firearm was secure in his inner jacket pocket, he reached down, unzipped his fly, and still in the glaring lights of the headlights, unabashedly pulled out his semi stiff penis and turned and grinned manically at Leigh as he shook it and shouted "Ha ha, touché little lady!"
    "Oh jesus christ Arnie!"  she covered her mouth in an attempt to hide her somewhat aroused delight, and against her best efforts, flushed.
    "Ha ha. I didn't touch it, I was just trying to get a closer look to see what it was. It was a couple of bats. I'm gonna piss, now close the window before any..."  Arnie didn't have to say any more.  Leigh was already rolling up the window with an audible shriek as his stream began to flow.  He looked at the moon still grinning ear to ear when the piss had finally finished splashing off of David' mangled, messy, mostly faceless body.  As he zipped, he was sure he heard another muffled gurgle, and could have swore he saw the mangled fingers of David's hand that no longer held his sidearm, twitch ever so slightly.  Just so slightly.  "Yep," muttered Arnie "She is a shitter seaking misile she is."  He spat.  A branch snapped and birds took flight in the glow of the moon.  Arnie picked up the flashlight off the hood, and pointed it back at the opposite ditch and trees while rounding back around his girls.  He kept the flashlight dancing near Leigh's vision hoping to keep her someblinded and unaware.  Just in case.  He reached his door and grabbing the handle, popped it.  The front fender creaked, straightened and the dent made a metallic pop as the purring Fury shifted her smile, and adjusted her bonnet a little.  Arnie grinned as he slid back inside, pulled her door cosed, and flicked off the flashligt with an audible "Oop.  So about that blowjob."  Arnie reached, deftly pinching a visibly erect nipple on Leigh's left breast with his free hand, on its way to pop the glove box.  It dropped open with ease and he dropped the flashlight in behind the free map neither of them knew was of what area.  It was there when the old codger had sold Arnie the car, and he had, well "just sort of kept it, and look how handy it is for a map to who knows where."  It was just big enough to keep the dirty flashlight from grunging up her happy purse while it prettied up their glove compartment.  He smiled, closed it, kissed his lady on the cheek.
    "Well im not gonna do it while you're driving!", Leigh pushed Arnie's shoulder, and huffed a little.  Arnie smiled.
    "Maybe we will make a quick stop by the park before I drop you off."  He winked, and put his lady in drive in drive.  There was some crunching and scraping in the gravel, and finally the left rear tire crunched over a bump, and they were off.  The corner of Arnie's mouth turned up to smirk.  "Yeah I figured there was still some branches and shit up in her."  He grinned in the green glow as he pressed the accelorator closer to the floorboards, and his ladies hummed. He turned the radio up.
    "Community public access radio is wierd."  She had to raise her voice a little to feel as though she was bing heard.  Arnie looked as though his concentration on the road may be some deep thought rather than focusing on the road.  It was only for a second.  It seemed.  "But I like it."  She was sure she did.  The lost look was gone and public access droned on.

#COMING SOON

The Westerheights Collection : Volume 2
Book II : APT6
A Horror Short & Cover Art by Mark Lundbek
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