Kzine Issue 2 by Graeme Hurry et al

Author:Graeme Hurry et al. [al., Graeme Hurry et]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Crime, Horror, story, Fiction, Fantasy, SF, short
Goodreads: 21117066
Publisher: Kimota Publications
Published: 2012-01-28T00:00:00+00:00

REMOTE CONTROL

by Donald Jacob Uitvlugt

Jake squealed the tires of his black Corvette as he backed out of his girlfriend’s driveway. Something crunched under his tires. Jake grinned and took a sip of his beer. Probably one of the damn kid’s damn cars. Served him right, messing around his Vette. Jake flipped on his headlights and his windshield wipers. “Let’s drive, baby.”

The Vette was a black streak between the asphalt and the ink-black rain. No one else was on the roads. Jake turned onto the freeway, his back pressing into leather as he accelerated. No rain was going to stop him from having his fun. No rain, no clingy bitch, and no dopey kid neither.

Jake patted the dash of the Vette. It had been one thing when the kid was small. A few toy cars, something bigger at Christmas, and the kid worshipped the ground you walked on. A ninety-nine cent toy car really greased the wheels with Momma too. But lately Jake couldn’t stand the way the kid looked at him with those big eyes. The way he was always mumbling. Children should speak up or not speak at all. His father had smacked that lesson into him, and by God —

Lights flashed in the rearview mirror and a siren wailed. Where had that come from? Jake looked at the beer between his legs and then at his speedometer. He was pushing a hundred. Christ. The siren sounded distant. Maybe he could outrun him. He glanced over his right shoulder.

“That damn kid! He’s been in my car!”

In the Vette’s rear window sat a toy cop car the size of a football. A Christmas present from years ago. No wonder the siren sounded so strange. When had the kid put it in here? He knew not to touch the Vette, but apparently he needed a reminder. Jake hit the brakes and swerved to the right. He chuckled as the toy tumbled onto the floor, the siren cutting off in a wail of distress.

Jake finished his beer and tossed the empty bottle out into the rain. He really was going to leave this time. Making him choose between them and the Vette. Hell, he didn’t even know the kid was his. Sure didn’t act like him, sitting in the corner and putzing around with his toys all day. His mother should make him go out into the fresh air, or at least do some of the chores she was too lazy to do.

Tinny police siren. Jake checked his mirrors on reflex. Nothing. Even the cops wouldn’t be out on a night like this. The stupid toy again. He reached behind the passenger seat. “Son of a—!” Something under the seat had jabbed him. Jake licked away the blood and then unbuckled his seat belt. It was like the damn toy rolled away the closer his fingers got.

The Vette started to shake. Jake cursed and bolted upright in his seat. Rumble Strips. Curve. Jake jerked the wheel to the left and started to hydroplane.

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