A rushing river filled my head. I was only a frail autumn leaf in the rapids of panic… this wasn’t how it should happen. The good guy always won. Why wasn’t I winning?!

I gritted my teeth and glared at the rearview mirror for inspiration. I wasn’t about to let this guy have his way with me. My alter-ego’s face stared out at me levelly, a vein pulsing in his temple. His eyes flashed; I found I couldn’t look away.. All of I sudden that inspiration struck me like a slap in the face.

“You know what to do,” my alter-ego commanded- then vanished. My own frightened face stared back at me, wide-eyed and blotchy.

“What the heck?! What’s going on, girl?! Who were you just talking to?!” My stalker’s anger was terrifying, the gun in his hand a dire threat. I had to act fast, no matter how my whole being screamed out against it.

My alter-ego was the exact opposite of me. I was female, he was male. I was cautious, he was compulsive. I hated killing… he didn’t.

I had no choice.