Alessa recoiled as the trucker lunged at her. Frankly, she was more shocked that her [i]'cool'[/i] line had failed. Her eye's quickly shifted to the open door leading to the drivers seat of the truck. She managed to dodge the truckers first swing and was wondering what kind of man tries to attack someone holding a gun at such close range. Alessa could easily blow his organs out through his back if need be. But it seemed the trucker had called her bluff.

The gun was only loaded with one bullet, and it was four chambers away from firing. Despite being the daughter of two gang lords, all Alessa had ever shot were paper targets. She'd killed a rabbit by accident once, and practically never left her room for the two weeks that followed out of shock and sadness. She was far from prepared to kill someone, especially in front of all of those people. 

The trucker managed to shoulder barge, Alessa to the floor. He quickly got on top of her and readied a punch that was aimed straight for her nose. She stared into his eyes, her 'plan' would work. Calling it a plan was as generous as it got. If anything it was stage 1 of a plan that hadn't been reviewed yet and needed a lot of editing before it was put into action. Nevertheless, Alessa went through with it. She raised her head and it seemed to shrink, the rest of her body going with it in an action that took less than two seconds. She was sucked into the trucker's eye like some sort of [i]Salvador Dali[/i] painting.

At the same time that she went into the truckers eye she came out of the rear-view mirror in the front of the truck. She had forgotten to account for the driver in her plan, for some strange reason thinking the truck was driving itself. What followed was quite the tussle, the driver attempting to balance his driving as well as subdue Alessa and Alessa trying to disrupt his driving as much as possible along with attempting to subdue the driver. 

The truck swerved left and right for a few minutes as the 'fight' went on. It was lucky they were travelling on a rather desolate road, if the road had cars on it, then a crash was sure to ensue. Alessa foresaw the fight going on for much longer than she had hoped, and began to devise a plan in her head as she whacked the driver's arm, now fixed around her neck, with her gun. Her eyes darted to the window next to her. In a last ditch effort she threw the gun at said window. It was absorbed into the window and came flying out at the driver's nose, allowing for Alessa to begin her assault.

She sent a flurry of punches and kicks to the driver's head as the truck swerved and began to slow down until finally the door swung open and the driver fell out onto the embankment below. Alessa quickly assumed the position in the drivers seat. Her gun lay at her feet, but now was not the time to be dealing with the trucker, after all he was greatly outnumbered and if the group acted quick enough, then he wouldn't be able to arm himself with the shotgun. 

The one problem with the situation was that, Alessa hadn't finished her driving lessons, and her driving was erratic to say the least. She was beginning to go at a much faster rate than was necessary and she was now drifting slowly to the right without realizing.