[center][h1][color=a36209]Eric Masters[/color][/h1][/center]

It was hot, really hot. A normal man would be sweating buckets in the rusty Volkswagon that Eric had stolen, but he didn't feel a thing, to him the heat was normal. Funny thing, before a couple weeks ago he would never had stolen anything, now he was forced to just to stay alive. Not only that now he goes out of his way not to be seen. Like driving down abandoned roads just to avoid highways. This one in particular was really bad. Cracks and potholes everywhere, he felt like he was dodging land mines in this old beat up car. At least there wasn't anyone else using this road. No need to worry about being seen.

Just like karma though a truck appeared in his rear view mirror. [color=a36209]"Just my luck,"[/color] Eric says to himself as he watched the truck. It was gaining on him and seemed to be turning slightly to the right. [color=a36209]"The hell is this guy drunk?"[/color] He asked himself, now watching the truck more carefully. At least if it was a drunk driver he wouldn't have to worry about them seeing him clearly. Eric was sure his face was everywhere by now for what he had done to those FBI agents who had come to get him after his power had awakened. Which meant that anyone could make him out by his face alone. 

That was a problem for another time as the truck was right on his ass. Eric was forced to swerve his car almost into the ditch as the truck barreled next to him. He blared his car's horn, trying to get the driver's attention. That's when Eric realized it was a young girl driving the truck and the door was wide open. [color=a36209]"What the hell?"[/color] he exclaimed as he hit the brakes to let the truck pass him. 

Then the really weird scene opened up. Not only was the truck's driver door open, but so was the container. Inside Eric could see allot of people fighting with what looked like two truckers. One had a shotgun. Eric's eyes narrowed as he stepped on the gas and chased after the truck. Absently taking the safety off of his 9mm pistol he had holstered to his right leg. This didn't look right and he couldn't ignore it.

A quick memory of the little girl being dragged from her family flashed in his mind's eye. Eric shook his head to clear it before blaring on the horn again. [color=a36209]"HEEEEEYYY! STOP THE TRUCK!!!!!"[/color] Eric started yelling, as if the driver could hear him.