A.N.G.E.L.
an excerpt

By the time he fully realized what had happened, about 20 cars had bumped into each other, ramming the vehicles, tipping them over, crashing windshields and killing some of the drivers and passengers. For a short moment, about ten seconds, complete silence ensued. Only the sound of roaring fire could be heard, but the laughters had died, as if the hyenas wondered what could have been so loud.

A horrified hum escaped Jack when the snickering of the hyenas started again. The first one to begin the morbid charade was none other then the man who had been sandwiched between the Subaru and the Volvo. One of his eyeballs had slipped from its eye socket, hanging over his cheek like an eternal tear. His nose had scrapped itself off when his face had crashed with the pavement, resulting in a mish mash of cartilage, meat and blood in the man's face. And still he grinned, a few teeth somehow still perfectly white through the cacophony of what was left of the poor man's face. His armany suit had shredded before his grinded hips, and a sausage like tail of entrails followed and grew as he crawled on his crooked hands.

And still the man sneered. And still the man laughed, his mouth opening grotesquely, blood spitting from his ruined lips. And still he laughed, staring right at Jack.

The next one was even more blood curling, this one coming from the wreckage that could have killed Jack had he went on to cross the street. It was the shrill sound – which would have been beautiful under other circumstances – of a baby laughing inside the metallic wreckage. It was the worst sound Jack had ever heard. It would haunt his dreams for years to come. He'd dream of that baby, impaled in the steering wheel of a convertible, sometimes of a minivan, laughing, gushing blood then falling apart, cut in half and trying to crawl toward Jack.

Then a few more laughs jumped in, with only a few daring to start again, soon followed by more until it was, again, coming from everywhere at once, even from within the car.

Jack felt his groin grow warm, followed by hot liquid running down his right leg.

That was it. He couldn't have cared less if someone noticed. They were all laughing anyway. He had pissed his pants like Rollerblade Girl. At this point, he had yet to figure out if it was because his mind had snapped, if it was because he was afraid, or if he had had one hell of a need to pee but his body had shut down that program and forgotten to turn it back on earlier.