It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.
"Are these yours by any chance?"
She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"
Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.
But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.
"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"
That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.
Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways