“We have to get the hell out of here, Jane!” Marco stood near the edge of the forest, looking out at the nearby street. The moon provided just enough light for him to see that the street was empty.

“I know. Just be careful of cars,” Jane replied, reaching forward for his hand.

“Be careful of cars?” He said, drawing his hand from hers. It slid away; both of their hands were wet. “We need one! We need to get away.”

“Ok, but how are we going to get a car? It’s not like he’s chasing us.” Jane said. “Hey, here’s one coming now!”

Marco smiled when he saw the headlights. “Come on,” he said, dragging Jane forward. They stood in the street, hands to their chests, waving furiously at the car to stop. They used to be scared that the car would hit them. From experience, they found that the car always stopped. No self-respecting citizen wanted a criminal charge these days.

“What the hell?” A man shouted from the window. “Get out of the road!”

“We need a ride, please, sir,” Jane said, walking forward. She always did this part, especially if a man was behind the wheel. The headlights were blinding but the passenger seat door was unlocked, and she nodded for Marco to follow.

“Just to the next station?” She pleaded.

The man behind the wheel agreed with a sigh, starting to drive his car again as Marco got in.

Suddenly, the two burst into laughter.

“Ya’ll aren’t some maniacs, are you?” The driver asked, eyeing them suspiciously. “Hey!” He shouted, laughing. Under the passing street lights, closer up, he could tell that he knew these two. “The Bleeder and the Skinner. The worst maniacs on the street. I’ll be damned.”

“Shut up, David,” Marco laughed. “Don’t use our damned media titles. Otherwise, we’ll have to call you the Glutton of the City!”

They all laughed at that.

“Silly we didn’t recognize each other. Funny how this all worked out,” David continued. “Hey, what do you say, one last kill tonight?”

The Bleeder and the Skinner chuckled in reply.