The woman's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as she sped through the streets, eyes narrowed with rage. The grey rental car screeched as she pushed it faster, maneuvering through traffic with ease. She didn't have time to waste. The girl had no idea what she was walking into, and she wasn't going to let her get any closer.
The van was already on the move, and she could see it in the distance. The chase was on. Her foot pressed harder on the gas, and the car surged forward, its engine screaming in protest. Her heart pounded, the thrill of the hunt adding fuel to the fire already burning inside her. That girl was done. She was going to make sure of it.
The van ahead swerved, trying to shake her off, but it was no use. She was too fast, too focused. She could already see the panic in the way the van fishtailed after clipping a light pole, the driver clearly losing control. A smile tugged at her mouth. The van wouldn't escape. Not this time.
She had a plan. She wasn't going to just tail the van and wait for it to crash. No, she was going to finish it. She was going to make sure they never saw each other again.
With one swift move, she jerked the wheel and slammed the grey car into the side of the van. The impact was brutal, metal grinding against metal, sending the van spinning off course. Tires screamed as the vehicle lost control—and she watched, calm, focused—until the van finally came to a stop.
Then, just as she was about to open the door—
It happened.
The van exploded.
She froze in her seat, heart racing as the fireball shot into the sky. The blast shattered the night, the heat pushing into the car like a wave. She sat there, staring at the flames, watching destruction bloom in real time.
She had to be inside.
Her chest heaved with adrenaline. It was done. But deep inside, buried beneath the layers of rage and triumph, something else stirred—something she didn't want to acknowledge.
'Did I actually just kill her? What would he do if he found out?'
But the thought flickered and died. She didn't care. She had taken control, and that was all that mattered.
The car turned around. The road stretched empty in the rearview. She drove back in silence, the image of the explosion burned into her mind. She had done what she came to do.