That son of a bitch hung on the whole time we were trying to get away. He was the type who did not know what giving up meant. The only way this guy would stop is if he died. He was going to be the next obstacle to face.
“Where the fuck did he come from?” Devo asked.
“I saw him just before we were making our getaway.” I told him.
I tried to swirve a bit but it did not take his death grip away. Then I tried the abrupt stop and that bastard did not move. This was not a good thing for us.
“He’s gonna kill us!”
What the fuck could we do now? Now the options were running thin. Soon the back windshield would be taken out and I’m sure Devo’s brother would be pissed.
“Open the glove compartment.” I told him.
So he did and in the shock of dim light there it was. Mace. This would help the cause. I took the spray and said, “Take the wheel.”
I crawled to the back and kept the mace behind my back. Now I was waiting for this crazy motherfucker to smash his fist into the car. All I had to do was spray this blinding and most definitely painful liquid into his eyes. This was bound to work.
“Knock his ass off my car!” Devo said.
“What the fuck are you talking about? This is your brother’s car you dipshit.”
Then Blok punched the glass hard with his gigantic fist. I feared that if this did not work that glass would soon be my face. The glass began to crack making the design of a spiderweb and then it happened. His fist busted through and a few pieces of glass came at me. I pulled out the mace and sprayed him in the eyes. He closed his eyes for a minute as if in pain but then opened them as if it was just water.
“Fuck!” I said.
Then Devo handed me a fist sized rock.
“Where the hell did this come from?” I asked.
“Fucking throw it at him!”
One second after that I threw with all my might. Hopefully it would be fast enough to hurt him. The rock smacked hard against his forehead and it dazed him for a little while but that was enough time for me to start throwing some hooks. I kept punching the shit out of him until his grip started to decrease. Then I started to step on his hands. He started to yell loud and Devo began to laugh. Finally Blok let go and he hit the road very hard. The police almost ran over him. Damn it, I thought. If he sees us again we were dead for sure.
“Did you see that shit man?” Devo asked.
Of course I did. We were inches away from death but luckly he failed.