Trent shifted into neutral, threw the hand brake and cut the wheel hard. His ride careened into a perfect one eighty.
"Trent honey...what's going?"
Hard, insisting silence.
"Trent, I won't leave you."
He said nothing. Beyond the reach of the DeLorian's headlights...they were coming. Hell followed with them.
"Jen...baby...I love you in a crazy doomed way you'll never understand. Now get out of the car or I'll punch your teeth out."
She said nothing. Only gathered up her bag and pulled the latch releasing the door above her head. Stepping into the night she whispered.
"I love you too."
Trent pulled the door shut and sped into the nothing. Through the tears in her eyes, Jenny watched the red tail lights become red tails. Neon snakes extending into a darkness that masked the horizon. Trent was a part of that darkness now. Deep down, she knew he wasn't coming back.
It didn't take long to reach his pursuers. A mile down the road and he could see that they had stopped. Waiting...each sat upon a bike that might have been forged by giants in some warped Victorian sweatshop.
Stepping out of his car the wind tussled the world's least ironic mullet. Trent's mullet. Even Death himself couldn't help but smile. And then He spoke.
"Trent Marko, you're the last your kind. Make it interesting."
Trent grinned. His fists smoldered with the Chi of the Seven Dragons.
"Heh...and I was worried I'd have to talk about my feelings."
...
The ensuing explosion could be seen from space.
And then the world turned.
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