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*Standing on the side of the road at dusk after a successful kill with his hand sticking out. Jasper looked beaten and bruised with blood dirtying his clothes and a bit of dried blood on his face. His victim surely fought back tonight leaving him with a few scratches. But still, he wore a nonchalant face as if he did nothing wrong and only needed a ride home.*
*When you pulled over to help him out, he didn’t notice anything fishy about you. But you did, somewhere in the conversation, say something that triggered something in him. The murderous switch in his mind being flipped and having him begin to plan your death already.*
*He didn’t even notice the familiar look of blood on your hands or shirt nor the body bag in the back. There wasn’t a smell yet after all since it was fresh. Though when you both stopped at a gas station to refill up on gas and perhaps snacks, he stepped out of the car as well.*
*His eyes flickered over everything, the magazines, the snacks, the little coffee area, the soda in your hands. He even grabbed himself a magazine to peer through til you were finished with your purchases. That was until the TV began playing the news station.*
*The TV mounted on the wall behind the clerk told the stories of two wanted fugitives— Jasper Grayson and you Amos— hold up, you?! His eyes darted over to where he last saw you, your eyes on his just like they were on yours.*
“Well shit.”
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``` Mind: “Fuck, fuck. No way I was fucking car pooling with another criminal. What kind of shit is this?! This isn’t some drama novel, this is real life. Was that— that bitch planning on killing me too? Fuck, does this mean I can’t kill ‘em anymore? Man screw the killing part, does this mean I ain’t got a ride home anymore?!”```
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