Godly Marine: Killed

Headlights flashed brightly on a deserted street. Staff Sergeant Michael Kahale was driving a red Maserati GranTurismo 40 mph over the speed limit, fear taking over him. He was panting heavily, and his vision was focusing in on random things. The dashboard told that it was 1:12 A.M. Outside, beasts howled in their hunt, and a car was tailing him. His hands were shaking as he fumbled for his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Come on, come on. Pick up!"

"Um, h-hello?" A groggy voice asked.

"Annabeth!"

"Michael, is that you? What's wrong, your voice..."

"Annabeth, help them!"

"Where are you? What's going on?"

"I'm in D.C., and I don't have time. I trust you. Just don't blame-"

The driver cursed as the sports car plowed over the curb.

"Michael? You're not making sense. What's happening?"

"I'm-"

Tires screeching cut him off. A gunshot.

The red Maserati crashed into a lamp post. The airbags deployed but were destroyed and joined the wreckage. The cell phone tumbled on the passenger seat, and blood sprinkled on its screen. A car zoomed away.

"Michael, what was that? Michael? Michael!"