Burning (A story about a pyromaniac, anyone can take!) Chapter 5: Farewell the viper.

Ok, you really have to start from the beginning, so if you haven't read the other chapters yet, please do now. And read the memo.
Ok...*goes off to start at the beginning*
Yay! Will you make fire this time?? *innocently plays with matches*
Ooooh! *covers face with hands* *peeks between fingers*
Jill was driving the car. She didn't have the stamina to speed anymore.
Kidnap! She still couldn't believe it...She was doing her best not to look at the backseat were Vanja was sitting, unnaturally quiet. Not only was she running from the cops, she had also kinda kindnapped an also wanted fugitive. It was like aiding and abetting a known criminal. But accidentally. And now it looked like Vanja was in on it from the beginning! No wonder she couldn't believe it. It was f-ing unbelievable!
Her hands were sweaty from the steering wheel. They also looked like they could be infected. sh*t! She looked at the wheel and then around the car. They had to get rid of it. But it's so pretty! she argued with herself. Too pretty. I mean, No one would run from the cops in something this flashy. What if they stole it before me! What if this wasn't even Vanja's car! after all, she still didn't know why Vanja was running...She asked her about it.
"It's Salena's. We were going to sell it and buy an occasion so we'd have enough money to get to Mexico." She sighed. That wasn't going to happen now...
Jill sighed too. Clearly they had thought things over! '
Why do I have to be so impulsive? Compulsive. Repulsive... Another sigh.
Jill - "Hey! I just though of something! What if Selena didn't report me stealing this thing? I mean, it's not like what she was doing with it was anymore legal than me stealing it."
Vanja - "Nah. That wouldn't be like her. She's in love with that car. Her father bought it for her..." The sighing was synchronised this time.
"Figured out where we're going yet?" she added, like she had to make up for not being hostile for two seconds.
"Yeah, I have." Jill answered, semi-triumphantly.
There were loads of forests around here and they were very close to one. It had a clearing where she used to pick nick with her family when she was little. They could ditch the car there and after that? Best not to think about that.
"You have?" she hadn't been expecting that, Jill was pretty sure she had been keen on picking another fight.
"Where are we going the.."BLEEEEEEEP! Jill twitched. That thing!
Vanja shuffled uncomfortably. She didn't try to repeat the question. They drove for five minutes without saying anything. The occasional BLEEPing being the only thing penetrating the silence...
Jill parked the car in the middle of the clearing, got out and pushed a button on the car key. There was a soft click and Vanja's eyes turned the size of ping-pong balls again. She stared at the door. Apparently paralyzed with shock.
"Come on then, get out." Jill told her. She did. She looked around the clearing, bewildered.
"What is this place?"
"Just a place..." but it wasn't. Jill leaned against the car and looked around too. The memories came flooding back...The last time she'd been here was in the summer...with Exan...and Jessie...and Alan! She buried her face in her hands again and muttered something along the lines of 'What did I do to myself?'.
BLEEEEEP!
She closed her eyes and saw Jessie. Sitting on a towel exactly where the viper was standing right now...smiling. It had been the first and the last time they had been there, after their parents died...No! Don't think about that! She turned around abruptly, startling Vanja.
"Get out your bags!" she ordered. BLEEEEEP!
"Huh? What are you...?"
"Just do it!"
Vanja dove back into the car and dragged out one suitcase and a pink shopping bag with food in it. She looked suspiciously at Jill but said nothing.
Jill felt herself get calm again. Felt that cold feeling of distance she always felt when she set her mind to something or when she was the only one who could get herself and Jessie out of trouble. But it was too late for that. All she could do now was get rid of the evidence. She had thought about it on her way over. Mexico sounded like a plan.
--Writer commenting--
Haha! I know what's going to happen and you don't! Ok, that was mean. Shall I tell you then?
No! (Me: O.- (scary Ima-read-your-mind-face))
FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! *does war dance*
Oh, please do *nods head politely.* (Me: O.O Wait! I have to go read back a little! *is embarrassed*
Jill reached inside the car and found a packet of cigarettes under the passengers-seat. She pushed the lighter and, after it popped out again, lit herself one. She inhaled deeply before she placed it on a treetrunk and went to the back of the car.
Vanja was looking frightened now. Jill stopped walking and realized she must look like some kind of psycho right at the moment. Maybe she was...She shrugged at Vanja and rummaged in the back of the viper. She found a hose and a jerrycan - the second one today - rather quicker than she'd thought she would. She knelt down besides the car and put one end of the hose into the gastank, the other end to her mouth and let the jerrycan fill.
Vanja dragged a last rugsack out of the car and noticed what Jill was doing.
"Wait!" she yelled. Jill though she was about to stop her from setting the car on fire, but instead of going for the can she jumped behind the wheel.
"Huh? What!? What are you doing!?"
Vanja made shushing montions with her arm. For one wild moment Jill thought she was going to hotwire the car and take off, but then Vanja wouldn't have gone through the trouble of taking all her stuff out first...She asked her what she was doing again, but instead of answering Vanja was searching for something in the rugsack. Jill heard metallic noises coming from it. The anklebracelet bleeped again.
After a minute or so she resigned to the fact of not getting an answer. So she went over to get the cigarette. It was almost completely burned so she used it to light another. "Will you hurry up!? We're running out of cigarettes!"
Not even two minutes later Vanja came out again, carrying the cars stereosystem.
"Wow...How did you do that!?" Jill demanded.
"Well...stricktly speaking I'm not really allowed near cars." she smiled mischievously. Jill cackled, despite herself, despite the situation. The tension that had been between them seemed to dissolve.
"So this means you're coming with me?" Jill enquired.
"Do I have a choice?"
"Guess you don't" Jill sighed again.
BLEEEEEP!
"Urgh! Doesn't that thing's, I don't know, battery wear out?"
"Yeah, after, like, three weeks. But don't worry, I know a guy who can fix it."
Within 5 minutes Vanja had taken off all the rims. She walked over to the treetrunk and sat on it. "your turn."
The waiting had made Jill stressed again, but the thought of fire made her warm on the inside. She handed the cigarette to Vanja, who looked at it nervously.
"Vanja, chill, I've done this before."
"Not making me feel better!"
Jill took the jerrycan and emptied it in the car like she'd done in Alan's house. Like one fire a day isn't enough... She cut off the little voice in here head immediately. The fire would help her. It would make everything alright...
--Writer commenting--
That's all folks. (Noticed I made a fire?) If you're lucky chapter six will be out this week too because I actually know what will happen next for a change. But it's more likely it'll be here in 2 weeks, I'll be on a trip to Berlin with school next week. I hope you liked it. Please, tell me what you think about it.
But like, now they don't have a car anymore!
You made a FIRE! Muawhahahaha!
Hehe!