Sons of Cain

Three souls are traveling at high speed in a car. The driver a handsome twenty-year-old with a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and his other hand grabbing the steering wheel.

"Slow down!" a young plain-looking woman screams as she nurses the man lying on her knees groaning.

"He can't die dammit! I'm not going to jail!" the boy snaps."This goddamn town won't claim me!"

He accelerates but he misses the turn and collides with an oncoming truck.

The woman is dying. She's lying on the ground in her own blood she's choking on her own blood. The driver is a few meters away from her with his skull crushed and his brains all over the road. A white bony figure like a skeleton approaches her. She thinks it's her guardian angel but instead, the image petrifies her. She tries to scream but a skeleton hand goes around her neck and starts to strangle."It's time to let go, time to die." a sweet melodious voice says softly.

She starts to suffocate. The figure places a bony leg on her chest. "Let this happen." the voice whispers again and as she dies all she sees is a grinning white smile.