"C'mon baby, C'mon baby, COME ON CRANK DAMN YOU!" I shouted as I mashed repeatedly on the gas pedal of my corvette, I have put too much time and money into this truck to get everything mounted and wired correctly for it to not crank up and roar like a lion. I finally gave up and sat back in the bench seat of the old truck, it was a 1973 Corvette C3 Stingray, I had found a dude selling body parts for a 73 and 74 C3 so I worked and worked and snagged them, worked some more, got a frame, worked some more got an engine and transmission and got to building. You could say that I have a lot of work on my hands building a car on my own, and you would be right, but when I wasn't working at pizza hut I was working on the 'vette, I can't tell you how much money went into the car, so when I had finally had everything built, wired, and ready to be tuned, for it to not crank right up, was heartbreaking.

I had checked every wire and every bolt on this car front to back, everything was in the right place, so why wouldn't it crank, I had the key in the ignition left foot on the clutch and right foot mashing the gas, just hoping that maybe it would finally turn over, just when I was about to stop, I thought to myself 'Why does this always seem to happen, it's like when I don't think nothing bad happens but when I do think things through nothing goes right.' at this point I don't know how I got this far in life.

"Yo, Jake, it's your turn to pick up, text L and go get some bud." I heard one of my room mates call out, I looked over and saw it was Chase, he was a tall dude, about 6'4 and was one of my best friends along with our mutual friend matthew, "I'll do that after I get this sorted." I responded, and got out of the car, opened the hood and the first thing I saw was a wire not connected touching the metal of the intake, I facepalmed but was relieved that this was just a simple fix than something complicated, I took a second to look at the masterpiece I had created, I took a 454 cubic inch big block motor stroked it to 489 cubic inches, then bored the cylinders from 7.4l to 8.0 further increasing it to a 502 cubic inch motor in front of a tremec 6 speed manual transmission, When I bought the body parts it came with a semi rare cowl hood, painted black to match the rest of the car, I had gone with a white cloth and alcantara interior to counteract the heat draw during the warmer months.

I fixed the ground and got the car started, hearing that loud roar for the first time was amazing, it's like seeing your newborn child for the first time and knowing everything might just be ok. I got the car out of the driveway and onto the road, changed from reverse to 1st gear, the gear moving seamlessly through the transmission, the throaty V8 roaring, the blub-blub-blub of the engine, getting faster as the gas was pushed ever so lightly, being ever so cautious as to not not apply too much throttle and utterly ruin what I had made after two years.

Getting the car onto the highway now more used to the throttle, the car was driving great, the wide tires providing plenty of grip, the tires gaining traction propelling me further and further into my adrenaline and octane fueled journey. Simply put, it was bliss.

It was about 45 minutes later I was getting off the highway and back onto the streets, I texted L told him I would be there soon, just a regular drug deal right, nothing fancy. Got to his house, gave him the money, got the bud and drove off, driving the car through the streets, people turning their heads to look at the red and black car emanating a deep rumble, shaking the ground beneath it, to me it was the greatest feeling ever.

I was sitting at a stop light, the bridge going over the highway, with entrance and exit ramps branching off the sides, with tall pine trees in the distance, it was then that I noticed the red light go green, letting off the brake pedal and moving my right foot onto the gas pedal and slowly depressing it while slowly letting off the clutch pedal with my left foot, and then getting off the gas and pushing in the clutch, and shifting into second, repeating this process until I was on the highway and in 6th gear.

Speeding down the highway with enough marijuana to put even the richest of white people in jail, I noticed something in the trees, it was a mysterious floating figure cloaked in white, but it didn't look like it was real, it looked faded and transparent, like a ghost even. The figure raised its right hand and then my back tires lost grip, and I swung violently to the side, skidding sideway the car started to roll, at this point I had pissed, shit, and nearly puked up everything in my stomach, and now I was going to die, but as soon as the roof of the car hit the pavement the figure opened a portal, and in I went.

Being launched through a portal to an unknown destination while mid roll with soiled pants and my imminent death coming, I just closed my eyes and waiting for the impact. The car landed on the passenger side of the top, and then rolled onto the driver side wheels tearing the side pipe off of the tip of the header, still rolling, it landed back onto the passenger side and tearing that side pipe off and sending the door inwards, and then finally the last time falling directly onto the top of the car, destroying the seat back support, allowing the seat to lay flat and my back with it.

it was now that I had about 3200+ pounds laying on top of my, suffocating me and pinning me to the ground, I could feel something poking into me, and knew that I was bleeding, bad, there was nothing I could do as I let the embrace of death take me into it's arms.