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Tuesday, May 01, 2007 09:24:08 AM
RESULTS
The Hitcher: "What Would You Do?" Contest Results
The Hitcher is out on DVD
today, May 1st. And we are giving away a DVD and a prize pack for
The Hitcher
to the best entry to our "What Would You Do" if you were in the faced with a situation such as the
one in the clip below. We would like to thank
Movies Online,
Bloody Disgusting,
CHUD.com
and
The Student Zone for helping us with this contest.
I would steal the sheriff's gun and get out of the car, and walk over to the van where the killer is. As soon as he stepped out, I'd shoot him in the head as many times as I could. He's killed enough people, now it's his turn to see how it feels. Then when he drops down dead, I'd get back in the sheriff's car and drive off into the sunset.
I would grab the sheriffs gun and find the killer. Once I found him I would hit him with the gun until he is begging for mercy. then I would shoot him in the head.
Well now that I have crapped in my pants I would tell the hitchhiker that I am HIV + and I am going to fling my stuff on him if he doesn't go away, then try to save the sheriff's LOL
I will run for it and go in the woods with a gun in hand so I can shoot him.br>
I will find a gas station and call the police so they can catch him.br>
I will hide until he is gone.
I would get the Sheriff's gun and get out and wait by the vehicle. I would shoot him dead on, no questions asked, no talking about why this is happening.
Id grab the sheriffs gun then id end it once in for all. Id aim and fire all the shots in the gun straight into the psychos head, I wouldn’t look away until I was sure he was dead.
I would search the sheriff for a gun. Then I would run and take cover behind the closest object and try to shoot the guy. After I ran out of bullets I would start picking up pieces of the shattered vehicles to throw at him and try to hit him with.
i should run for it cause the sheriff didnt believe me but instead i go and help the sheriff...butbefore i get to him the hitcher shoots him
i would shoot the van full of holes and then set it on fire and then wait for the sherrif's backup
Well, first off I'd grab any weapons the sheriff has. Like his gun
and that stick thing, as well as grab a flashlight. Id stay in the
car and lock all the doors. Running would be bad if I am in the
middle of no where. But considering you didn't tell where we were
I'll just assume in the middle of nowhere since that's where most
scenarios like these happen. So id lock all the doors and arm
myself..and wait. If he comes out of the van and gets the police car
doors open id hail fire on his ass. And then run out the other door
and run like iv never ran before.
If I was in a police car involved in a collision with the handcuffed guy
who's been trying to kill me, I would...
Get on the police radio and request medical assistance and increased police
presence at the scene. I would then ask the sheriff to cover me with his
handgun while I worked to free him. Then I'd ask him for another gun and
together we would search the van for the suspect, with the intention of
shooting him in the head if we see him.
Why would I do anything, but sit back and smile at the lack of common sense of the cops that could only have been brought on by condescension and early-onset celebration? They thought they had it all figured out, didn't they? A slew of corpses littering the morgues along the way, one survivor, and one serial killer whose mission they didn't understand but which they managed to cut short. All fair and square, right? Well, not really. I know damn well Ryder is coming for me, and so does the poor Lieutenant, whose mistaken thought process is cut short by a few grams of lead that are dispatched into his skull, courtesy of a firearm that used to belong to another cop. I'm surprised when I don't wince when his blood spatters the windshield, but soon I realize that the sight of the crimson shade works on me with a mightily diminished capacity. I've seen too much of it along the way; I've grown too used to it; Maybe, just maybe, I've begun to find it enticing.
Ryder knows. He'd spotted me a long time ago, and I am aware that he's weighed me, measured me and found me wanting. My awareness is lodged in one, clear cut fact - I am still alive. He could have killed me a few times before, and yet he chose not to do so. I ponder the thought as he pulls the rather very dead body of the Lieutenant out of the truck, and hurls it unceremoniously onto the highway. A few days ago, I would have jumped out of my skin at the sound of human flesh hitting the asphalt, but now the sound bothers me about as much as a fly buzzing around would. Ryder stares at me as he climbs into the driver's seat, and I hold his gaze, knowing full well that my dice are rolling across the table and that I can't stop their journey. I'm not sure what I'm hoping to see - menace, compassion, interest maybe? Soon, I realize that the dice have come to rest, and that I should expect nothing. Ryder places the gun in the small contained that marks the space between us, and looks at me one last time before he kicks the truck into gear. In that last glance, I am allowed a glimpse into what he really feels. All I see in his eyes is incongruous pride.
I flip the car's radio on as we drive away, thinking that this kind of an escapade needs a proper soundtrack. A gazillion country music stations roll by before I find the one I was looking for. One twist of the volume knob, and the first tones of Sundrive's "My Way" fill the air. Shall it be my way? His way? I can't wait to find out.
And the winner is ...
... I freeze in this battered car as I see John Rhyder walking towards me . He moves with the elegance and malice of a jungle cat, his cold green eyes fixing mine. I feel myself shrinking and my hands start trembling. He notices it and his lips curl into the vicious smile I've seen before.
My first instinct is to run and hide, but I know he will outrun me in no time and I know there's no place to hide from him.
I look at the Sheriff, he moans but is still unconscious. Without thinking I grab his gun and my trembling hands find it difficult to cock it, but as the click sounds through the tension in the car, I slowly climb out of it. My hands are trembling more fiercely now, but I manage to raise the gun and point it at the man who's only steps away from me now.
Rhyder's smile freezes for a second, but he knows I have no experience with guns, though he might wonder if at such short a distance, not even I might be able to meet the target.
His voice filling my ears, almost soft and luring, almost makes me loose my composure.
"Why don't you put that away, sweet. And we go off and have some more fun?!"
Suddenly my hand is calm, I close my eyes and pull the trigger...
