the main character willdie

then somehing happens

Highway to You Know Where

Jerry had owned his car for nine years. He had waxed it and oiled it every day for every day since. He had been  through two fender benders,  in three ditches, and slept in his car for a few days when he had to work extra overtime at the office. His car was now a part of him.
That did not make him a bad person though; he wasn’t totally absorbed with his automobile, he just spent seventeen hours a day trying to make it as it had been when it first came off the assembly line.
Jerry stopped at a gas station for some air fresheners and espresso. After he paid and left the store, he stepped in his beloved 1989 Clydesdale convertible, a nicer form of a Jaguar, but with many scratches and a few well-hidden rust spots. He turned on the ignition and felt the rumble of the gears work before him. He then drove out of the parking lot and turned down a highway headed for Arizona
When the original Clydesdale came out when Jerry was in grade school, he immediately wanted everything to do with that car. He had posters, toy models and even a bed frame shaped like the model. Every day after school he had practiced driving his family’s car to prepare for his drivers test.
When he finally turned sixteen, he aced his drivers’ exam and got his license ahead of anyone he knew. He had worked at his great-uncle’s car dealership as an intern because he wanted to have as much experience with cars before he got the one he had his eye on. By the time he was in college studying to be an expert repairman on exotic and expensive cars, he scraped together enough money to buy a used dark red Clydesdale, and he loved it like the son he never had.
  He had been driving from his hometown in Nome all the way to Flagstaff for the annual automotives convention. Jerry was a stockholder in their organization .He had been there the year before and he came back with his arms full of homemade products to preserve the life of his car, such as a drill bit called Miracle Buffer, that supposedly would  make his car as shiny as a mirror.
The drive there was far, and he was driving much more than he would like to drive in his beloved, classic, six pistoned, sports car, but it was all he had.
“I’ll have to do extra repairs to get the grime off the body once I’m there,”  thought Jerry as he slowed at an intersection in Las Vegas.
As Jerry turned onto other highway, he noticed many billboards along the side. “Papa Bo-Bo’s authentic italian restaurant”, “Broke Down? Call 1-800-road service. Instant towing!” , “Mr.S’s, world-famous auto body shop, everything you possibly need for your car! Try our new windshield cleaner, stays clean forever!”
That caught Jerry’s eye. He knew he would need to shine up his car soon, or else it would be too hard to get all the bugs off the windshield. He turned his head around to get a better look at the sign, but he just saw the blank other side of the sign and needed to turn forward to narrowly avoid a passing truck. There was really no need to do that because he saw another one a quarter mile away. “Mr S’s auto-body shop: Up in ten miles!” Jerry noted that when he passed it he would get some of their windshield cleaner.
Jerry passed many more signs advertising the store on the way to the garage until he finally saw the sign on the top of the store: “Mr.S’s Body Shop”
He saw the parking lot was completely empty. Jerry dismissed this as he pulled in, eager to be the first in line. He walked to the front door, wondered if it was even open, but spotted a glowing, neon, OPEN sign.
Jerry pushed open the glass doors and heard an electronic buzzer go off on the other side of the store.
“HELLO?” called Jerry, as he looked around the rows of stuffed shelves, filled with bottles of oil and cans of fix-a-flat. He Heard no response. Jerry stepped around another rack of items and heard a faint thud from where an office with the shades were drawn tight. He noticed the slight stink of gas.
“Hi there,” said a tall and skinny man as he appeared behind a display of spark plugs. Jerry nearly jumped out of his skin.
“I didn’t see you there” he said, relieved.
“I’m so sorry, my name is Mr. S. Is there anything you need or something I can help you with?”
“Yes there is, I came here to get some of your  windshield cleaner for my Clydesdale.”
“Ah yes, I see you have a very nice car. It would be a shame to have to restore a cracked windshield because of a couple bugs.” he exclaimed. “I’ll get you a container right now.”
And as soon as he had came, Mr.S disappeared into the back of the store.
Jerry followed him to the back of the store where the gas smell became even heavier.
“I think you have a gas leak or something!” yelled jerry into the back of the store as he covered his nose and backed away.
His eyes and nose watered as the stench of gas was overpowering.
*cough cough* “Are you okay?” he wheezed, but Mr. S had still not come out. Desperate to get out Jerry got down onto the floor and army-crawled to the front glass doors. Than he got up and shook them, but they locked themselves.  A single monkey wrench lay on the floor in front of him. He took a deep breath and ran to retrieve it.
“I’ll have to break open these doors and windows to get out if need be.”
Jerry swung at the glass with force. WHAM! The glass was tempered! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! He tried to break out but he barely scratched the surface.
He got back down flopped into the back of the back of the store, where Mr.S had disappeared. He could barely even breathe, for the gas was too much for him.
I’ll never find Mr.S, he probably had keys to the door, and now he is dead.
Jerry’s’ vision was grew hazy at the edges and he collapsed on the floor. At the end of his vision he could see an an single mirror sitting on an empty wall. Gasses appeared to swirl inside of it. He stared at it, but he knew there was more to it. Jerry pulled himself closer to it and saw a face in it! Jerry scrambled back in a state of shock. The face disappeared into the mysterious green gas.
“I see you have found my storage of the souls of humans I have reaped.”
“Who said that!?” Jerry gasped, his throat burned.
“You don’t have much time left, and I’m very sorry for the sulfur leak. I just broke through the surface a few months ago” said the same deep voice.
“Who are you?” Jerry said as he started to cough up dark phlegm.
A dark, winged figure stepped into his view and a nametag dropped to his feet, sporting the name, Mr.S
“Excuse my manners, I’m not from here and I’m terribly sorry for your inconvenience, but your soul will feed my brothers at home well. I figured you will not be missed since your stupid car if your whole life. See, I am not the totally heartless monster you may think I am.
“Hey!,” Jerry spat, “I have lots to live up to!”
“Face it,” the creature hissed. “There is nothing here for you to have purpose in! You never had, and never would live a fulfilling life because of your crazy obsession! Normally I will let people get away, but with you...I knew I’d have to make an exception and grab this opportunity.”
“You can’t do this!” Now Jerry coughed blood, “I do too have a good life!” Jerry ‘s vision went completely dark and he fell back with pure shock and hate.
“ You’re the devil,” Jerry choked out, and at last, Jerry died of asphyxiation .
“You are exactly right” said Mr.S.

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