Chapter 34: New hollow created part 2
The van’s engine screamed as Thompson floored the accelerator, tires shrieking against asphalt.
In his rearview mirror, he could see the dark figure giving chase, moving with inhuman speed across the cemetery grounds. His hands shook on the wheel as he took the turn too fast, the van tilting dangerously before slamming back down.
"Come on, come on," he muttered, pressing harder on the gas pedal.
Behind him, Kaine’s boots pounded against the pavement in a steady rhythm. The hunter’s van was fast, but panic made people sloppy.
Thompson was driving like a man fleeing death itself, which wasn’t far from the truth. The van weaved between parked cars, clipped a stop sign, and careened around another corner with reckless abandon.
Kaine leaped over a fence, taking a shortcut through someone’s backyard. A dog barked somewhere in the darkness, but he was already gone, vaulting over the next fence and landing in an alley that ran parallel to the street.
He could hear the van’s engine growing louder as it approached the intersection ahead.
The chase had lasted three blocks when fear finally got the better of Thompson’s driving skills.
He yanked the wheel hard to avoid a parked car, but overcorrected. The van’s momentum carried it sideways into a cluster of concrete barriers protecting a construction site.
The front bumper caught the edge of the first barrier with a thunderous crash, spinning the vehicle around in a shower of sparks and twisted metal.
The van slammed into a pile of gravel, the impact throwing Thompson forward against his seatbelt hard enough to crack his ribs. Steam hissed from under the crumpled hood like the dying breath of some mechanical beast.