They’re coming.

They’re coming; so fast – and we have so little time.

How will we save them now, Love?
That doesn’t matter. What matters is; we must at least try –

Shouldn’t we?

Then try we shall, Love. Try we shall.


I had never run so fast before. That’s saying much, considering that I was once a triathlon runner back in high school. But they were coming. I had to save us all. Who else would, if not I?

No one else knows anyway.

They took my mother first.

She always pretended, acted, and deceived everyone else - but I knew. It all started when she began speaking to me differently. It tore my heart to pieces, knowing that my mother was no longer the person she had once been, the person from whom I was born, the person who loved and cared for me from young. But that person died a long time ago. Whoever inhabits her shell now, even I do not know. I could not let her know what I knew about her. But eventually she realized, and reported me to more of her forsaken kin. I had to escape somehow.

They caught me and placed me in their cell, forcing drugs into me to stupefy me and numb my senses. They could not hold me for long, however. Every night I threw up the pills, removing their taint from my system, and when I was finally clear and sober, I planned my escape.

They were smart though. They knew that I would escape if I ever found the opportunity. They gave me a cellmate. He was friendly enough, ever-smiling, joking, and indeed I had enjoyed his company immensely. At times I really believed that he was another innocent person who was caught by them simply because he knew.

But I knew he was a spy. He hid it well, but I had seen the gun he hid under his pillow every night. He had orders to silence me if I ever tried to escape. And a look in his eyes that flashed apparent from time to time told me that he would have no hesitation whatsoever to pull that trigger upon myself, this person whom he affectionately addressed as “Brother”.

I had been observing the cycles of the cell. Guards would patrol the corridor once every hour, and it was always under surveillance. But it would take a minimum of two minutes to get from the surveillance room to the cells. That’s how long it took for more guards to arrive the last time another prisoner assaulted a guard.

It was when the guard had just come down to give us food when I swiped the gun from under my cellmate’s pillow. I smashed the gun into the guard’s head and sent a tightly-clenched fist into the mouth of my cellmate who quickly lunged towards me.

Sprinting through the half-open gates, I quickly made for the nearest window, and shattered it with a nearby chair. I leapt out, and ran to the road.

I flagged down a taxi.

I had meant to tell him to send me to the nearest petrol kiosk but then I heard them. They were coming. And then the taxi driver asked, “Where to, Brother?”

He was one of them.

I screamed at him and held him back with my gun. Forcing him out of the taxi I took the wheel and immediately sped down the highway.

They were coming.

So very fast.

I slammed the accelerator and sped as fast as I could but I could not shake them.

I would just have to send them back to where they came from.

I saw Hell’s Gate open right before me.

Love, I did this for you.

For all of you.

I’m gonna take them right back to where they belong.

Whether or not I can get out, does not matter.

Nothing matters now.






CARJACK DRAMA

FIRST, he comes face to face with a gun pointing straight at him.

Then he sees the robber take off with his taxi.

But then came another big shocker: After hailing a passing taxi to give chase, he came across the sight of his taxi - the Skoda Superb had smashed into a 4m-high concrete wall.

Inside the vehicle, the robber lay slumped in the seat, pinned between the wreckage.
The shocks came fast and furious for taxi-driver Ivan Loy Kong Yen.

Mr Loy, 42, was robbed of his taxi at gunpoint at around 5am yesterday - never mind that it turned out to be a toy gun, as he found out later .

The carjacker, in his late 30s, is believed to have a history of mental illness.

Police investigations are ongoing.

Mr Loy, who joined Premier Taxis last October, had begun his morning just like any other - a quick stop at a coffee shop to pick up his newspaper before plying the streets.

A taxi-driver for eight years, he had just taken over the cab from the night shift driver at around 5am.
After reaching the coffee shop at Block 10 along Telok Blangah Crescent, he got off and did not turn off the engine as it was to be only a matter of seconds.

When he returned, he saw a man in the driver's seat of his taxi.

Mr Loy told Shin Min Daily News: 'When the man saw me, he pointed a gun at me and gestured at me not to stop him.
'I was terrified and let him drive the car away.'

He did not notice if it was a real or fake gun as it was still dark.

Immediately after the carjacker sped off with his taxi, Mr Loy called the police and hailed a passing cab.
He gave chase along Telok Blangah Crescent.

Mr Loy told Lianhe Wanbao: 'I lost sight of my taxi at the junction, but followed my instinct and requested that the driver turn left into Telok Blangah Road.'
True enough, he saw the back of his taxi.

It was ploughed into a 4m-high concrete wall at the junction of Telok Blangah Road and Henderson Road.
The chase took less than three minutes and spanned about 3km, but the speed at which the carjacker was going must have been very great.

The impact of the crash unhinged both front doors, and threw one of the doors about 20m away.
Glass from the headlights was scattered to a distance of at least 50m.

Pieces of the engine and other parts were found scattered around the crash site.
Orange plastic pellets and broken parts of a silver toy gun were also found at the scene.

The body of the taxi was bent out of shape.

A two-storey high tree was also brought down during the crash.

Mr Loy said he saw the man pinned in the driver's seat, trapped between a concrete wall and the seat.

A duty media officer from the Singapore Civil Defence Force said they took about half an hour to extricate the man's body, using a hydraulics spreader cutter.

The man was pronounced dead by paramedics at 5.35am.

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