AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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CHAPTER 1: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 15th

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     Earlier today, or two weeks ago,  
while driving over a bridge, I saw the 
car in front of me throw a bag over the
side and down to the river below.      
     As it flew through the air and    
over the side, the Darkness began to   
stir. It looked like it was burlap and 
tied shut, but that’s not what got its 
attention.                             
     Just before it went over the side,
I saw it squirm, like there was some-  
thing alive inside.                    
     I also felt a little excited, but 
there was no way, that animal was gonna
die on my watch. No, fucking, way.     
     Like I explained, I was on a      
bridge, and I couldn’t just stop and   
turn around. Traffic was moving smooth-
ly enough, but it’d still be a miracle 
if I could get my car going back the   
other way in time.                     
     And, even if I were able to do    
that, I could still run there faster,  
and decided to ditch my car somehow,   
but how?                               
     I could just pull over and take my
chances, but that’s when I saw the two 
guys, in the bag-throwing car, high    
fiving and laughing their asses off.   
     Did that really happen, or was I  
imagining the whole thing?             
     I didn’t care, and it didn’t mat- 
ter, because my blood started boiling, 
and I screamed, “YOU FUCKING, MURDERING
ASSHOLES!!” and floored it.            
     After that, all I could think     
about was saving whatever was in that  
bag.                                   
     I told you, I wasn’t a good per-  
son, because looking back on it, I     
could’ve hurt or killed a lot of people
doing what I did, including myself.    
     Before flooring it, I took a good 
look at their license plate, instinc-  
tively lowered my window, and then cal-
culated the right angle.               
     I hit them so hard it spun us both
around sideways, until finally, into   
the side of the bridge.                
     It was actually beautiful.        
     We were at an almost ninety-degree
angle, like a slanted “V”, and wedged  
in good and tight. My car was now in   
front of the bag-throwing  car. I was  
facing our side of the bridge, and they
were facing the other.                 
     That also brought traffic to a    
dead stop on our side.                 



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