The good Samaritan...

Dangerous as it might be, you can’t just let this happen to some innocent woman! You’d never be able to live with yourself.

You yank your car door open and leap into the driver’s seat, quickly gunning the engine to life. The accelerator gets jammed to the floorboard as you rocket across to the other side of the car park.

The sight of an Oldsmobile, driver’s door wide open, windshield vacant, and wrapped around a support pillar greets you first. After that, you spy a college-aged brunette being backed into a nearby dark corner by an incubus in tatters of a brown dress suit. She screams as he mutters something you can’t distinguish, talons and cock readied in her direction.

Action proceeds thought, as you gun the car straight into the incubus. So enraptured is he with the young woman that he has no reaction time to avoid you.

He eats your front grill, smacking his chin on your hood with a heavy denting thud. You panic when he hisses at you, his own black blood dribbling from his split lip and bared fangs, forcing you to crush the brake pedal. The hellspawn is rocketed through the air, his screeches mimicking those of your tires, as a Ford Ranger breaks his momentum. The Ranger’s alarm wails in anger at the obliteration of the passenger side door and fender.

Allowing yourself one moment to catch a breath, you throw the gear in reverse and barrel back to where the girl lies on the ground, shaken but alive.

She looks at you frightfully as you throw the side door open. “Get in!” you yell, reaching your hand out for her.

The sudden thump of the incubus landing on your hood convinces her legs to move. You blast backwards in response as his wicked talons cut grooves in the windshield.

“Give her to me!” he bellows angrily.

“Do something!” she shrieks.

After a moment’s indecision, you yank back the windshield wiper lever, spraying the demon square in the face with washer fluid. He hisses angrily, blind and unable to hold on when you pull the emergency brake and spin the car 180 degrees.

Even as the incubus launches from the hood, another pounding on the roof tells you that Jess is awake. She’s rather pissed off, too, given her repeated punches straight through the steel roof.

“Hang on!” You race forward, headed for the garage exit. Jess lashes out with her claws, fortunately coming no closer than the back of the headrest. Foam fills the backseat as she readies her fatal blow.

Luckily, she didn’t notice the overhead clearance bumper in front of her until it was too late.

Your ears bleed from the succubus’ shriek and the rending of the section of roof as it pulls away with her tumbling fall. Not caring in the least, you swing left and roar away from them both.

Once on the road, the girl finally catches her breath enough to speak. “Thanks. Thanks a lot.”

“Don’t mention it,” you gasp. “Who was that...demon?”

A tear falls from her eye. “My...my father. I was driving him to the hospital, and he...he just lost control, I guess.”

The next few minutes pass in silence. You’ll have time to comfort her later. First, you need to figure out someplace safe to hide out.