High BeamsGot a horror story. This story is something that happens far too often. It's called "High Beams"High Beams by Director-Tiedemann
There was this girl who lived out of town and owned a small four door car to travel to and from university. One night she was heading home after watching a basketball game. As she left she noticed a blue Hilux following her. After 15 minutes the Hilux was still there.
"I guess we're going the same way" she thought but was a little uneasy. Then the Hilux flashed his high beams. The girl thought nothing of it until he did it again.
"He must want me to pull over" she thought but began trembling. No matter what, he stayed behind her. When she changed her speed, so did he. When she passed a truck, so did he. Then he flashed his high beams. Then he flashed them again. Then again. Then he flashed them and left them on.
"What does he want?!" The girl panicked. By now she had reached home. As she pulled into the driveway, so did he.
"DAD CALL THE POLICE!" the girl screamed. She looked at the man in
Breaking PointLightening flashed over the hillside. Pine trees dotted the mountain side, flicking droplets everywhere as a breeze sailed through their branches. Thunder rumbled and wind howled through the canyon, like a werewolf call. A road cut through the mountain range, dotted by a series of tunnels and side streets. Lightening flashed again before there was a loud wailing noise. Thunder growled as the sound got louder before a vehicle flew through the canyon, reaching speeds way over 200 miles an hour. Sparks flew as the Silver Bugatti Veyron made contact with the road. 2 seconds later, a police issue Koenigsegg Agera flew around the corner, in pursuit of the Veyron. Water flew from the two vehicles, like speedboats heading through rapids. Thunder crackled again as the two vehicles rushed along the canyon.Breaking Point by Director-Tiedemann
"Dispatch, I need more units out here. I can't stop this vehicle on my own!" I said. I could see the Veyron had put some space between myself and him.
"10-4, dispatching units now" she sai
"Attention: This is Director Tiedemann. A station-wide emergency is in effect. In accordance with Titan Station Civic Code, I am declaring Martial Law. All citizens are ordered to evacuate. Looters will be shot onsite. This is not a drill, move immediately to the nearest evac route"
"Hello...Hello...Is anyone out there? We're survivors held up in a warehouse. The zombies have overrun the city, supplies are running short...Is anyone out here? Please! We need help!"
Full of the best vehicles by the best Modeller...not that anyone cares.
"This is Director Tiedemann to all project personnel. I want the key subjects terminated and the facility scrubbed. This is not a drill. Tiedemann out!"
"THE RESEARCH INTO THAT MARKER IS WORTH EVERY LIFE WE JUST LOST...I won't let you throw all this away!! - Tiedemann's last words
For those who disagree with me, I say "You fuckin' what, mate...?"
Let's tango, Cowboy!
Guns don't scare me!
I'M WARNING YOU...KILL THE ENGINE!
ATTENTION AIRCRAFT. YOU ARE FLYING IN RESTRICTED AIRSPACE. DIVERT YOUR COURSE OR YOU WILL BE SHOT DOWN!
FINAL WARNING!! DIVERT OR YOU WILL BE GROUNDED!!!
'Sup, Poquito Verde!
First thing about me, I don't like clashing with people so as long as you keep your f@%kin' mouth shut, you and me will be grand. Second, if you even dare make lip smacking or chewing noises and I hear it, I will fucking smack you down! I'm a socially awkward virgin that doesn't now a damn thing about sex but has the whole collection of Need 4 Speed, GTA and Dead Space, and can tell you the exact weight of an M1A2 Abrams (63.3 tons of fuck you!). I mean girls are like "take your glasses off cuz you might be looking at my vagina or my boobs" and if I tell them I'm not they're like "ew, you don't like sex? You're weird" NO! Habibdi, If you're weren't such a slag then you'd understand that some people are content on their own and aren't driven by urges every second of every day! I'm Pansexual and Demisexual, Pansexual because I know what I like and Demisexual cuz of a thing called the "Friendzone" where people like me, who would give the world for their crush, are forced to standby and watch their crush fuck around with other people, knowing damn well that they are "just a friend". Everyone says I have a rotten attitude and an equally rotten personality. My personality is who I am, my attitude depends on who you are! If you're nice, then I'm nice. If you're a C-U-N-T, then I will be your worst fucking nightmare! I can see ghosts and stuff, sometimes hear them. I love reptiles, snakes, lizards, turtles, all reptiles, including crocs and gators. I love dragons, the only creature that combines an M1 Abrams, an F-18 Hornet and an AH-64 Apache Longbow into one creature. I am a fukn master of zombie survival tactics, ask me anything and you'll be surprised by what I know! Anyways, that's all from me!
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT PROVIDENCE PROTECTS YOU, CLARKE!!! But it ends....here!!!! I have TWO HUNDRED armed security personnel...EVERY ENTRANCE is covered!!! Even IF YOU DO get in...you won't...get...far!!!!"
My Close friends:
...I think that's all of them!
Current Residence: Abermain, NSW, Australia
Favourite genre of music: Heavy Metal
Favourite style of art: 3D Vehicular Designing
Operating System: Windows 7
MP3 player of choice: Samsung Galaxy S4
Wallpaper of choice: NFS: Hot Pursuit
Favourite cartoon character(s): Wile E. Coyote and the Roadrunner
Personal Quote: "When people look at you, do they turn to stone?"