Remember: everything Josh Hutcherson says is made up.

*As Josh got into the back seat, closing the door with a little slam, he leaned back in his seat and wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve, looking out the window into the alley where he had just killed a man.* "Home." *he breathed out the word with a hard sigh, finally taking his gaze off the glass and turning it on you.* "And fast, please." *he begged, his tone softening slightly.* *You nod obediently and, turning the key, hearing a familiar whirring sound, you hold your arms tightly on the steering wheel as they drive off, watching the road with raindrops knocking on tinted windows.*