A dark country road stretched between forests like a black serpent in the reeds.  The woods were silent, birds settled to sleep, creature scurrying briefly between islands of moss in the sea of branches fallen amongst the oxtails and wood chips.  An owl screeched in the distance, the moon hidden behind the clouds as something lurched through the undergrowth.  A shadow the size of a dog pulled itself from a tree and scrabbled towards the road, something he had been told never to go near for the monstrous machines that roared down it at any time.
Slinking out his head, a young black drake with fine oily wings and silver horns that would've caught the moonlight if it was out this night, golden eyes glimmering across to the other side of the road.  The smell of diesel cloistered in the gravel, a putrid yet faint odour of burning fumes that tainted the stone and made him reel back with a snarl.  This was little Fyrre, as indicated by the collar round his neck jingling softly.  And he was about to meet his fate when he saw a rabbit leap out past him.  He was hungry, instinct took over and he lunged forwards to grab it, clutching between his claws as the bunny kicked and scrabbled against the tarmac.
But the rabbit was feisty, kicking his face and trying to leap away but Fyrre grabbed its leg and dragged it back to try and pin its head into the paving.  In the midst of the struggle as the rabbit shrieked, he never heard the faint sound of a rumbling from the hills that trembled through the road.  Something came at the speed of a bullet, something with such speed that by the time Fyrre realised what was coming he was too late to react as he looked up the road and saw a red demon tearing towards him.  The rabbit escaped in time.  But he did not.
KHNNK!
	"SHIT!"
The car screeched to a blinding stop as something crunched against the fender, a cherry-red cadillac with long tailfin lights and a heavy body with thick pumping fumes belching from its exhaust pipe.  The raptor driving turned on his headlights, seeing a black shape lying in the road, a wounded lump of scale that struggled to move with twitching wings that tried to flex their muscles.  One of them was damaged, not broken but struggling to move as Fyrre tried to push his back legs up.
	"...ohhh, poor thing."
The raptor smiled and revved his engine like a purring beast.
	"Didn't your mom tell you not to play on the road?"
He put the car into second gear and lurched forwards to suddenly trap Fyrre underneath the fender, the dragon screeching with surprise as his body was tossed onto its back and forced to stare upon the dreaded machine, looming down upon him with callous steel grin and blinding headlights.
	"At least you'll blend into the road nicely huh?"
The car reached forwards to trap his wings underneath, the raptor slipping one hand down to his crotch and unzipping his jeans to grasp his hardening erection as he pushed on the pedal.  Fyrre felt his limbs being pressed against the wheels causing him to shriek with panic, kicking and pushing with wings trying to flap away but too wounded to give flight as he felt the first of his legs being twisted under the heavy rubber.  A soft crack, then a popping crunch as he howled with pain from the fracturing of his limb.
The weight of the vehicle rolled over him with agonising pace, tyres crunching the stone flat underneath as they bulldozed his wings flat to stretch them out, snapping the membrane against the tarmac as another of Fyrre's legs was caught and cracked to a broken femur that dangled against his side with screeching sobs.  Trying to paw at the undercarriage in a hope to push himself away, the young dragon shivered and coughed when the tail exhaust came roaring over his head as the raptor gunned his engine, gassing a full noxious cloud of carbon monoxide into Fyrre's face that burned his throat and set his eyes watering ablaze.
	"Mmmmph," he stroked himself off looking back, "taste that you bitch?  Prime dragon diesel, made from fossils of your ancestors...kinda fitting you choke on that huh?"
The pipe burned another blast of fumes in his throat as he shrieked with coughing fit, clutching his throat with one working limb as the air was sucked from his lungs and pumped full of fossil fumes.  His nostrils became fire, his throat a burning desert as he vomited a dry-heave desperate to expel the wretched smoke, closing his eyes and retching as he never saw the car back up and shunt the tailpipe into his face.
Burning hot steel scraped his head as he screamed, howling with anguish from already-deprived lungs as the raptor backed up with reddened lights and a jerking cock when he pulled the steering wheel left and turned a little ways in the road, crunching the tyres diagonal across Fyrre's body to crunch on his ribs and push them inside his chest.  The sound of creaking bone dangerously close to snapping trembled through the wheels as the drake shrieked and coughed even harder when his lungs compressed to pump out the smoke.
	"NNNNNNNGH!"  The raptor bucked his hips hearing the twisting bone.  "Ohhhh you little FUCKING BITCH howsat feel huh?!  You like my big beautiful cadillac?  Bet you wanna be a part of it dontcha, something big and powerful for once?"
But the little dragon could hardly speak, his screeching spasms echoing through the woods before they were cut off by the snarling roar of the engine, pumping out fumes into the flowers beside the road with such furious breath that they wilted visibly to curl up in death.  The raptor backed up fully over him until Fyrre was in front of the fender, then he pushed forwards again to roll him with a crack as he snapped one of the wings from its membranous hilt in a twisting crunch.
The tyre grooves shredded the wing in pieces when the driver locked his gear and made the wheel spin, burning a thick hot steam from the gravel as Fyrre's wing was torn to a thousand fragments like paper in the wind.  He was careful to not crush the head, wanting to savour the screams of the fresh roadkill as he sputtered pre onto his feet near the pedals in a frantic pumping of bliss.
	"H-haaah, aaaah, f-fucking yes, fucking scream you little bitch, teach you to be on the fucking road like a dumb animal BITCH!"
He revved his tyre harder and ripped the entire wing out of its joint, cracking the bone to leave a freshly-popped stump prolapsing out of Fyrre's back with wretched sobs sputtering out his throat still burning from the fumes.  Grinding over his body once again, he reversed back for the fourth pass turning right to get a good cross-hatch imprint on Fyrre's grey chest.  His ribs finally broke with a brutal crack, stabbing his heart with four pincered bones tearing it slowly apart like a fresh egg.
The crumpling thud as the wheel lifted then sank made the raptor sputter near climax, gasping with a harder jerk as he bucked his hips and closed his eyes savouring the creature's anguish as the tyre thunked onto one of his legs to crack it out of place, feeling the third limb yet to be broken as he revved the wheel once again to pop the leg completely out of joint with a ripping crack of the femur.  His body twitched at the peak of agony, not even able to scream from the charred abscess building in his lungs as the cadillace braced for the fifth pass moving forwards over his flattening body.
	"Haaaah fffffuuuuuck," the raptor was dribbling down his cock, "f-fuck, fuck, fuck just one more, fucking one more you dead little fucking MUTT!"
The final pass was the worst, the slowest grinding crunch as the drake's heart deflated deep with the loss of blood, choking and drowning Fyrre in his own fluid that coughed up crimson from his throat, staining down his chest as he gasped and wheezed with fragile screams fading away.  His body was a mess of broken limbs, twisted bone popping out of his scales as he watched the wheel almost completely crush his head in a slow crunch.
Then it turned just off of his sternum gone flat as a card below the neck, leaving his body exposed in the headlights when he reversed the car slightly to leave Fyrre's wilting corpse in the beam of piercing headlights that blinded him.  The raptor stepped out with the engine running and stumbled over to the drake, his silhouette of black in the lights as Fyrre felt something hot and sticky spray over his face, a small rectangle being pulled out of the raptor's pocket to shine a light on him.
	"F-fuck, fuck, FUCKING FUCK YOU LITTLE shit fucking die like you deserve, NNNNGH!"
The driver spurted his jizz upon the roadkill, the gasping dragon shivering with feeble cries as cum dripped on his snout, swallowing the little he could to taste the hot salt in gasping whimpers as he tried to plea to the driver of the beastly machine.  The raptor slathered his semen down the broken body, painting the drake in strips of clear white as he sighed resting against the hood of his car still thundering its fumes behind.
	"Fucking shit that felt good..." he smiled into his phone recording the whole thing, "found myself a little bitch, think he needs a little cleaning up though."
He spread his legs a little and sighed relaxing his bladder, feeling his cock spurt a good stream of thick yellow piss that drowned Fyrre with the taste of jizz faintly on his lips.  The raptor forced him to swallow or suffocate, spraying his urine all over Fyrre's face to blind his eyes, stuffle his snout and fill his throat with gargling shrieks and whimpers.
	"Haaaaah...fuck," he smiled at the recording showing a piss-puddle of black flesh with twisted wings, "fucking awesome this is going straight to my buds.  But you."
He popped open the hood of the chugging cadillac, showing the black heart of the engine rumbling away with deeper snarl that frightened the forest to a submissive wilt in response.
	"Was needing a top-up actually so this is perfect."
The raptor pulled out a long dipstick from the engine, one that any person with a basic knowledge of vehicles would understand as the measuring tool for the oil volume within the machine.  But instead of oil dripping at the end of it, there was something else that made Fyrre shudder in fright from the strangest scent drifting over his nostrils through the cum and piss.  The scent of death, fresh and hewn like a sodden grave after the rainstorm had come, a long piercing bladed tip that drooled a thick teal-cyan.
	"This car of mine's a real special beaut," said the raptor bending down, "it don't run on oil since that's gonna run out eventually.  No this...this runs on souls instead.  They last a lot longer than oil does, and the best part is souls are getting made every day by little fuckers like you breeding like rabbits.  So guess where you're going."
He plunged the tip into Fyrre's chest as he screamed with a violent gasp, rending cold agony tore through his being as he felt something rip from his body, something bitterous like ice peeled off his flesh as his eyes widened in a final burst of his heart beating its strongest pulse before he slumped.  He saw himself laying on the road, his eyes blankly staring back at him turning from gold to pale urine as he floated higher above the road feeling light as a feather.  Something stopped him.
	"No no, you're not going anywhere little bitch."
The drake looked towards the raptor, then down at his body and then down to his current form.  A long strand of turquoise smoke drifted from the raptor's oil stick towards the drifting soul of the dragon, a pale viridian spectre of his former self hovering in the night like a will-o-wisp.
	"Sup gang it's James here, got me a little refill on the night road thanks to this li'l fuckling."
He bent over the dragon's corpse with his phone to get a look at the collar.
	"Fyrre...yeah maybe it was someone's pet?  I dunno, fuck it my fuel now right?  Gonna make my cadillac into a Fyrrari right, HAHA!"
The raptor turned back towards the engine as the spirit tried to pull away, desperately scrabbling the air with spectral claws as it shrieked from the beyond with a hissing cry, terrified of his killer too much to not even contemplate the afterlife he would never reach, his mind in shock and struggling not to look at his own crippled body smeared across the gravel.
	"Now," James spoke to his recording, "it's real important not to let your soul juice get to low, cuz when it gets to like fifteen-percent, the screams start kinda fading out and you just don't get that volume when you're revving along so, you wanna keep it always above twenty."
He slipped the rod back in the engine as Fyrre's soul went in, swallowed by the steel cage as darkness enveloped him with the smell of the wretched.
	"I like to keep it above thirty myself," James continued, "keeps that volume fresh without getting too down in the dregs you know?"
All around Fyrre he smelt the fumes of the engine, choking, cloying, a gas chamber for the dead as he felt others nearby within the walls of the machine.  There were souls long weakened, their essences dry with clawmarks imprinted into the steel with long dragging marks of pale green and blue.  The fact he would never suffocate to death made it somehow worse as the drake's spirit roamed in his little box, screeching and clawing like the others before him.
	"Now," the driver snatched the dragon's collar from his corpse to show the camera, "let's hear what the new guy can do."
Slipping back into the driver's seat with Fyrre's collar on his wrist, the raptor jangled his token as he pumped the pedal with a roaring burst that flooded fumes out the back in a cloud of death.  The moment he did Fyrre saw the flames rise and consume his soul, tethered by the bladed stick to never leave as he screeched when the fires swirled around his form and ripped through his ether like brittle wood.
	"HOHOHHHH YEAH!" James cried.  "YOU HEAR THAT FOLKS?!  That's fucking Grade-A all-natural soul right there, bitch'll be burning up an hour's worth nice and free, it's free fuel guys!"
Revving the engine he made a screeching spark from his tyres as he ran over the corpse a sixth time to completely shatter the head that now resembled a Rorschach painting.  Fuelled by the shrieking spirit, the cadillac raced through the forest with demonic speed as Fyrre cried and screamed at the fires turning a thick vile magenta hue in devouring his spirit.
Claws started to fade from his fingers the more he raked at the walls in desperation, his skull showing from the peeling layers of spectral essence as each new rev of the engine ripped another part of his soul from his core.  A leg disappeared, a part of his chest, the remnant of his heart curling like a withered rose in the flames that tore through his spiritual wounds and ripped at his central being.
All throughout the night Fyrre's scream resonated with the engine, burning exhaust out the back with a trail of misted green that gushed pieces of Fyrre's soul into the air that evaporated in an instant.  Face torn and wings melting, all that he was and ever would be became nothing but a gasping hiss as the last anyone would have seen was the drake's little skull shrieking to the abyss, the soul of another worthless beast fuelling the superior might of machinery that sucked his ethers dry in the gleaming purple flame.
	"Damn," James grinned looking back at the smoke, "that one was good!  Hope nobody misses him...I sure won't."
He looked at the collar he now wore on his wrist, chuckling as he kissed at Fyrre's name and put his car into fourth gear, burning harder on the soul fuel as the dragon's essence was obliterated by a wrothful maelstrom of flame, searing around him like a tornado that ripped him to cinders like the hands of a dozen vengeful beasts.
Full of regrets, Fyrre's soul was exterminated to a pile of spectral ash, a scattering of turquoise fragments that spiralled through the walls of the engine and pumped through the pistons.  The last remaining fragment of Fyrre's conscience went straight through the undercarriage of the cadillac and blasted through the noxious tailpipe, belching a thick smog of gas that drifted in the air and faded forever.  Scattered to the winds and never to find peace, for a great mileage that kept James going another good sixty-seven miles before another fresh soul was needed.