The Hill part 3

John was a man of purpose. Of artificial purpose that is. He was born into a nice family with a nice sister, nice mother and even a nice father. But at the age of eighteen John decided that nice just wasn't good enough for him. He wanted to be the best. So he started to act like the best. John did everything he could to ignore the looming reality that he was entirely inadequete. He would wear their clothing, talk their talk and move like an untouchable man. Even though John is sounding like such an idiot he really wasn't one. Deep down he knew that it would take some dynamic action to move him into the upper echelons of society. John knew that he could not merely do it himself. He tried over and over again to do something to merit the title. John started a gang, he dealed drugs, he payed his way into a hot girl's heart and so on but it seemed that his actions were never enough. It didn't occur to John that perhaps he was not yet the best because his possible existence in that role could threaten those around him that already carried that title. John needed something heroic and daring to prove that he had what it took. So, when John heard the gunshot and looked up to see poor, innocent-eyed Jill Fall Paterson laying in the dust he realized that this was the chance he had been waiting for. John leaped into his tricked-out '84 black Honda Civic and sped toward her. As he neared her pitiful, failing body he opened his door and threw her into the car. Bullet's from the bests gun were zipping past him, taking out his rear view mirror and shattering a window. He looked at Jill, who lay spellbound beside him, and yelled "get down!" Just like they do in the movies. As if Jill didn't already know to get down.
The two managed to make it out of town but they had one small complication which, little did they know, would test John's herosim and Jill's innocence to the extreme...

too be continued