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[hider=Mystery Skulls - Paralyzed][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pTxcJPyyz6c[/youtube][/hider]

Dexter slid on the gravel of the parking lot as he rounded his car to make their escape. He threw the vehicle in reverse, just about spinning the little red Miata, and pulled it closer to the rest of the group. The car only had two seats- so the group would have to get comfortable if they had any hope of-

A thunderous crashing sound rang through the air and traveled through the ground. It made the hair on Dexter's neck raise. He turned around in his seat to look- only to see the bridge- their only means of escape off the island that the camp site was on, had collapsed. He turned to face the front again, and lowered the windows. He peered out the side of the car to Claire and the rest of the gang. Out of the corner of his eye he witnessed Penny attempt to distract the hulk. His heart swelled, but it would probably be in vain- they couldn't out run Scott without a significant lead or a car. With the bridge down, having to take a swim would slow them down too much. But- he had an idea. [color=gold]You all go swimmin'. If this doesnt work, tell my mamma I love her."[/color]

Dexter didn't wait for a response- he threw the car into first gear, and floored it directly at Scott, blasting his horn in an attempt to give Penny and early warning to dive out of the way. He was coming at an angle, so she [i]should[/i] be okay, but weird shit happened sometimes. As he floored it, his mind drifted from the action at hand yet fixated at the same time. When Dexter's sister and father had died, there had not been a damn thing he could've done about it. Dexter was not an angry man, but all that anger and all that loss that he had felt and was still feeling was giving him tunnel vision on Scott. He had been completely useless. He couldn't stop his dad leaving for work that day, he couldn't save his sister when he respirator malfunctioned, but he could make a difference right now. Dexter couldn't see or feel- at least not like he normally could. It was almost like his hands were going numb. His sight was fixated on the monster- but electricity danced across his fingertips. Every engine light possible came on, and the radio began freaking out as he floored it. The digital tuner and traction control on his car disengaged suddenly- pushing him to pick up speed even faster in that short period of time. His high-beam headlights came on, far brighter than usual, even though he never turned them on. Despite all the anger he was feeling, Dexter felt [i]good[/i]. It was like every breath he took was... electric.

Just as quickly as that euphoria came, it left. Dexter's lights shut off, the engine lights disappeared, traction control came back on, and Dexter was suddenly keenly aware that his car was moving [i]very quickly[/i] while Scott was getting bigger and bigger. He didn't have his seatbelt on- and there were trees behind Scott. He winced and in a last ditch attempt to save himself now that he was feeling far less heroic, Dexter swung the drivers side door open and dove out of the side of the car before it hit Scott. When Dexter hit the ground, he was instantly unconscious for a few seconds. His body tumbled haphazardly, and eventually came to a rest. Dexter was still for a few impossibly long moments, but eventually came to. Dexter propped himself up on his elbows, but had difficulty standing. He was pretty scuffed up, and his hand hurt- but he was alive. He would likely be Scott's next victim if someone didn't get him on his feet.