the rapist

I was talking on the phone to my friend Clara, on a typical afternoon after-school. We randomly touched the topic of who we would do over-the-line things for.
“No really, I would suck your blood if I snake bit you,” my friend playfully promised.
I know that that put me in the list of her favorite people, which made me happy because she was one of my favorite persons. For her, sucking somebody’s blood was extremely disgusting. I promised I would do the same thing if a snake bit her. That’s was best friends were for, protecting each other.
Later in our lives, on one of those traditional evenings, we had to go to another friend’s house to pick up some materials to finish our posters. We were at my house, so we headed towards my car. On our way, Clara heard voices. We were alone in my house, and most of the lights were turned off. With the wind blowing stronger than usual, and the lack people conversing in my house, it was quite a scary scene. So, in fearful laughter we ran to my car, got in, and I locked the doors as fast as I could.
We felt safe, but only for a minute. As soon, as I started driving, we both heard noises coming from the trunk of my car. We both, while talking in code, concluded that there was a man carrying a gun behind prepared to do some sketchy action. This might seem unreal, but we believed it wholeheartedly. At the stoplight, my friend opened the door and almost got out of the car. I could not do the same because I was driving, and the stoplight had just turned back to green.
After lots of discussion, I was able to convince Clara to check for the man’s presence. My friend went to the back of the car to do so. Nonsense, some boxes had been floating around.
Being sure of my safety, and relieved, I complained. “What the FLOWER! I thought you would suck my blood, and now you leave me alone in a car with a man in the trunk ready to rape me!”
“No Andrea, you don’t understand. It was just my instincts. I couldn’t control myself.” Clara was worried. She turned the AC colder, and raised the volume of the music.
“Okay, Clara, you would surely suck my blood” I sarcastically thought to myself. Anyhow, I was glad the colder temperature was cooling my body down; too much adrenaline had just rushed through my veins.

What if a masked man holding 10 snakes jumped out of the backseat and all of the snakes bit your neck. Suck that Clara.

What if you were driving a train?

What if your car broke down in the middle of Laguna de Apoyo?

What if the police showed up and demanded you to bribe them?!

What if when either of you went out to check, the rapist grabbed you?

What if there was a body in the trunk?

The box was full of mice that had been stolen from a research facility and the cops showed up.

The box was on fire.

What if this were the opening to a hilarious pornographic film you once saw in a French theater, while studying to be a film major?

What if The Matrix is a system, acuadra? That system is our enemy. But when you're inside, you look around, what do you see? Businessmen, teachers, lawyers, carpenters. The very minds of the people we are trying to save. But until we do, these people are still a part of that system and that makes them our enemy. You have to understand, most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inert, so hopelessly dependent on the system, that they will fight to protect it.

What if your friend was actually a vampire and she wanted to suck your blood to kill you!?

What if With the All Spark gone, we cannot return life to our planet. And fate has yielded its reward: a new world to call home. We live among its people now, hiding in plain sight, but watching over them in secret, waiting, protecting. I have witnessed their capacity for courage, and though we are worlds apart, like us, there's more to them than meets the eye. I am Optimus Prime, and I send this message to any surviving Autobots taking refuge among the stars. We are here. We are waiting.

Suggestion taken into account:
1. What if there was a body in the trunk?
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I was talking on the phone to my friend Clara, on a typical afternoon after-school. We randomly touched the topic of who we would do over-the-line things for.
“No really, I would suck your blood if I snake bit you,” my friend playfully promised.
I know that that put me in the list of her favorite people, which made me happy because she was one of my favorite persons. For her, sucking somebody’s blood was extremely disgusting. I promised I would do the same thing if a snake bit her. That’s was best friends were for, protecting each other.
Later in our lives, on one of those traditional evenings, we had to go to another friend’s house to pick up some materials to finish our posters. We were at my house, so we headed towards my car. On our way, Clara heard voices. We were alone in my house, and most of the lights were turned off. With the wind blowing stronger than usual, and the lack of people conversing in my house, it was quite a scary scene. So, in fearful laughter we ran to my car, got in, and I locked the doors as fast as I could.
We felt safe, but only for a minute. As soon, as I started driving, we both heard noises coming from the trunk of my car. We both, while talking in code, concluded that there was a man carrying a gun behind prepared to do some sketchy action. This might seem unreal, but we believed it wholeheartedly. At the stoplight, my friend opened the door and almost got out of the car. I could not do the same because I was driving, and the stoplight had just turned back to green.
After lots of discussion, I was able to convince Clara to check for the man’s presence. She went to the back of the car to do so. All of a sudden, I heard the loudest most fearful scream I have heard in my entire life.
“What!? Why are you screaming?” I asked, anxiously. My face changed contours, and my body started trembling. My pupils dilated, my heart pounded against my ribs, and time ticked by slower.
“There is a dead man!” Clara exclaimed in aghast.
In any other occasion, I would have thought she was kidding, but because of her tone, I did not even think about it, and started honking the horn incessantly as I pushed the button to turn on the emergency blinkers. My friend was kneeling on the back sit, with her hands grabbing the head rest, while she stared at the dead body. On the opposite side of the car, I did the same.
He must have died less than two hours ago. The blood was fresh, and his eyes had been pulled off. He looked like a demon. Somehow, as soon as I saw him, I could not move, and kneeled there paralyzed. The cars behind us were honking their horns obnoxiously, and the situation struck me.
“Get out!” I pushed Clara, and I got off the car right after her. I grabbed my cell phone and called my mom.
I discovered I was crying, and nobody answered on the other side. Desperately, I called my father, thankfully he answered, and while sobbing and almost incomprehensibly I told him. “There is a dead man in my car!”
“Honey, relax, and slowly tell me what’s going on.” He responded in a soothing manner.
The cars kept on passing by, people peeping out at us to see what was going on, and the drivers would not cease honking.
“There,” sob, “is a,” sob, “dead,” crying “just come please!” I was not able to finish my sentence. I felt like an ant in New York, overwhelmed by everything that surrounded me. The night was hot.
“Where are you?” my dad’s deep voice on the cell phone asked.
Clara found a little stair to sit, and was crying uncontrollably just like me. I handed her the cell phone, because I could not talk anymore. “We are right in front of Club Terraza,” Clara told him, trying to control herself.
“Okay, I will be there soon,” my dad assured.
I tried to call my mom again, and, again, she didn’t answer.
My dad, got there in less than five minutes, and took control of the situation. He investigated the body, and called the police. Then, he gave us a small speech on how we should calm down, and called somebody to come and pick us up.
Soon, a driver picked us up and took us back to my house. My dad stayed there for like five hours, and called us saying that the police wanted to talk to us about it. I told my dad I was not prepared for that, and nor was Clara. He understood, and I really don’t know how, but we did not get interrogated.
The police took my car, and my dad came to my house afterwards to talk to Clara and I about what had happened. Apparently, the man was part of a gang that habituated a barrio near my house. The police don’t know why he was killed, or who killed him, but they suspect that they were members of his same gang. Clara and I were still shocked, so he suggested Clara and forced me to go to a Psychologist. My car would be returned to me in a week.
When my dad left, Clara and I went to the kitchen to grab something to eat, and talked about what happened. We were more relaxed by now. I realized that in the middle of my internal commotion I had completely forgotten my mom was out of the country. Right afterwards, I started laughing uncontrollably.
Clara didn’t laugh; “control yourself,” she urged.
“Okay,” I gradually stopped. “I really don’t want to get into that car again,” I complained.
“I don’t know how I am going to sleep ever gain,” Clara responded, bleakly.