Persecution between life and death

One day in March 2007. Rubert, a friend from high school, invites my cousin Enrique and me to have a few beers at home in the evening. We went to his residence. There we spent part of the night enjoying a good Ron Cacique. Their neighbors arrived, with whom we shared a good time, María and her friend Patricia also shared with us.

Already late, after 2 o'clock in the morning, we decided that it is time to leave. Rubert since he was the only one who had a vehicle offered to take us. Rubert is one of those friends that everyone should have. Consume alcohol always moderately and consciously. Patricia also wanted us to take her home, which was about 20 minutes from where we were, near the city firemen.

We were going to take Patricia home, there was music and even some brought drinks in their glasses, the car was a Neon. Driver Rubert, Maria was a co-pilot. Patricia, Enrique and I were behind, in the same order from right to left what put me behind the driver.

After leaving Maria's friend at home, we went down a large avenue that connects; Lecheria, Barcelona and Puerto la Cruz the three main cities. Coincidentally we were going through a not very good place in the city due to the dangerous, the street was not illuminated and everything was dark when suddenly:

Rubert dodges a hole that was on his right side and crashes from door to door with an Optra car that was on the left side where I was, as it was a light blow that did not disarrange the vehicle. Everything happened so fast that nobody saw the vehicle. Rubert does not know whether to stop or not because everything is dark, but he also starts to slow down the car. And here was when it all started!

I tell Rubert to move a little closer to where the light was. When we were skirting to stop, a yellow Palio car crossed us and got in our way and the Optra car closed us to the left (all this without stopping). Rubert as a whole Toretto accelerated between what was left of the space between the two cars and we were able to leave. His instinct for survival made him react in that way, I imagine he said: "two cars, a dangerous place in the city and us" did not fit him very well.

We left the prison and began the great persecution. The two cars (the Optra and the Palio) came behind us at full speed, we passed where Rubert lived but we could not stop because we did not know who was driving those cars at 3 in the morning. We would not have time to enter the residence. We continue many blocks later on the Great Intercommunal Avenue. We passed several stoplights without stopping.

Enrique was surprised, he did not know what to say. We had to find a quick exit. María, if María was the one who encouraged Rubert to accelerate faster. She said: Rubert is coming, give him faster "when we were already at about 180 km / h.

Upon reaching the sector of Las Garzas, a section of the city, there is an intersection called Castor, which leads to a road on the other side of the city. We thought that if we changed we could get to Res. Venice where Enrique lives, to enter and hide.

What happens if we try?

Well, partly yes, because Toretto (Rubert) did not know what had happened to him when he was going to cross to his right to enter by Castor. He put the wrong hand brake and we crashed with a lot of earth thank God. But this served so that those who came back could not stop and colearan to turn around. Rubert echo retro and we continue in the same way dancing to the persecutors. At the next intersection, we decided to go back, why? I have no idea, but that's how it was, we went back through the opposite channel.

Even the Palio and the Optra followed us and did not want to stop persecuting us. We decided to cross and enter the alternative route through the Alterna route. When we crossed, we arrived so fast that we passed the bend between a bus and a police car on the other side. If Toretto came again!

Maria told him: ubert faster, they approach. Rubert said he was going to continue to the outskirts of the city, but when he looked at the gasoline, the surprise was marked in red. Again, we did not know what to do and we could not leave the city. I told Rubert that it was better to go back to where the police were, because the fear of us was that those in those two cars were criminals with weapons (here in my country, Venezuela is not strange, even a child can have a gun , Unfortunately).

Well, that was the decision we made, when we were willing to go back, we heard the first shots. Enrique said: It's them! They are shooting us! Nobody wanted to turn around and look back. When we were turning at full speed, they fired more, many shots hit the car.

The back glass exploded in one of those shots. At that time, 3 policemen and motorcyclists with shotguns shot at us, beat us with the car and took us out of the car without saying anything. Even Maria could not help being thrown to the floor. They did not let us talk, they just said they were going to kill us, that we were crazy. They started to check the car. Those who were chasing us arrived and told the police that we had stolen the car. Without saying a word, they put us in the patrol in handcuffs and took us to the command post. They put us as criminals in some cells.

Rubert was able to contact the brother who came to pick us up and took us out of there. After some paperwork and money in the middle they released us. When we left, the car was destroyed, the people who had crashed us broke the whole car with blows.

And this is how a night of drinks can become a moment of adrenaline and danger. The first time something similar happens to me. A route of more than 12 km in pursuit. Never in my life had I been through something like that. With a single shot and without counting. And much less participating in this contest of supernatural writing. Thank God we are alive.

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@jerrybanfield, thank you for encouraging us to write a little of the experiences. Without a doubt, to read other experiences of life can remember many supernatural things that have happened to you and that have been forgotten.