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Green-Handed, Red-HandedJonah awoke to find himself uncomfortably bunched up in the back seat of his own car. His heartbeat was at a fever pitch, and his fear hadn't abated. What was going on? If he was in the back seat, then who was at his wheel?
“Exit 81,” said the driver with bated breath. “Come on, come on, come on.”
Jonah nearly passed out again. He was still with that crazy boy. The boy was driving his car.
“Wh-wh-what is going on?”
The boy snapped his attention to Jonah before returning his eyes to the road. “Them vampires are chasing us, friend,” he said. “I knew they would. I made 'em too mad when I cost 'em a snack. These are faster than the ones I've met in the past.”
“H-how do y-you know about vampires?” It was troublesome for Jonah to gather enough air to speak.
“I
