The night of the accident
By Mewd, TornWingedDragon, and DinoGirl


The car was cruising along doin’ 80 with the driver leaning back.  One hand was on the beer; the other hand was on the wheel of the car.  He traveled down route 66, the radio on to Kiss, while he rode on alone.
The night was young; he was oblivious to all but the music drowning out the noise of distant traffic. His mind set on merely returning home to rest knowing he'd only have to go threw another agonizing day of masonry tomorrow, but as his mind drifted the car suddenly slammed to a halt, and he was thrown forward into the wheel by the momentum and slammed, he'd crashed into a car ahead of him, his world faded as he looked into the night sky with his head against the steering wheel, facing the window to his left.
He felt like he was going to blackout, but he kept himself awake, determined not to lose consciousness. He waited a few seconds and then got out of his car to see if the other person was all right. As looked at the damage he did, he
Knew that he was in for some trouble. A lady had been driving the car and was now unconscious. What was he to do? Quickly, he rushed over to her to feel her pulse.
Her heart beat as she lifted her head up and startled suddenly.  No longer unaware she unbuckled quickly and stepped out of the car.  She screamed and he asked 'What?!' from fear.  He looked, and his face turned white as a ghost,
He stumbled back; his head felt light, a light red drop dripped past his nose. he panted and looked at her again.
"Are you alright?" He said with more concern for himself then of her. He felt off balanced, in the window of the car he saw in his transparent reflection that his head had been gashed horribly. He moved back, his mind blurring, he didn't know what to do, he just wanted to get away from the pain, so he ran. It was no use, he stumbled in a ditch at the side of the road, running away from this place wouldn't fix things, but he needed to get away, as if he had no other choice.

The lady ran after the young man, telling him to stop. It didn't take her long to catch up with him. Gently, she helped him to his feet, but he finally blacked out, causing them both to fall down, since the lady didn't have enough strength to hold him up. She laid him on his back and the grass and thought to herself. "Our cars are too badly torn up to use and I don't have a cell phone! What should I do?"
With the man heavily bleeding, she patted and searched his pockets and his jacket; nothing was inside.  Rising up, after carefully laying him in the grass, she ran to his car to take a look.  It was chaotic, his cigarette still burning in the ashtray while his seat was torn by a metal girder that had been part of the engine.  How he had survived was a miracle.  She reached in, pulling up a car phone and listened for the dial tone...

Her face turned a paler shade of white, as she was horrified to see that there was none, dead silence pulsed the air, not even a cricket would break the deafening silence of that moment. She put the phone down solemnly,

She was too struck to do anything; nothing passed threw her mind as she sat there in shock. What could she do? The man could die any minute, and the nearest hospital was miles from here. A cold sense of fear wrapped over her. She quickly climbed into her own car, maybe it stilled worked as he'd only slammed into the back of her car. She knew it was a draft hope, but the car grinded unhealthfully as she turned the key, and it died. With nothing else to do she ran back to the man in a desperate rush.

She wondered what she could do when out of nowhere a black car with tinted windows appeared. It halted when it saw the two by the side of the road. "Thank heavens someone has came to help us!” sighed the lady in relief. The door opened and a mysterious stranger in all black stepped out of the car and stared down at the lady and the man. The lady shivered. She didn't like the stranger, but knew that he was her only hope. He said nothing.  For the moment silence was their only language, his eyes, veiled behind thick shades, studied her while she held her hand to her mouth, not sure what to do but, weakly, she asked: "Please, help us?"
The dark man studied her for a long moment, then the man who lay bleeding, his face showing no expression.  His left hand, gloved in black, raised and he snapped his fingers, the other door opening and a woman rising out of the car.
He started towards the injured man; the woman rounded the car for the uninjured woman.

From his point of few laying side up in the ditch, the stars lighting the night, he felt calm though he knew death was impending, he may never see his friends again, he bitterly accepted it as his eyes blurred while blood leaked down his face gently. The suited man loomed over he, he bent down to him, dwarfing him in size, he looked at him emotionlessly, and pulled out a syringe from his vestments. He stuck him with it and let the fluids drain into his blood stream; the pain of the shot wasn't enough to distract him from the pounding dizziness in his head. But he eased; his world darkened, and went black as he drifted into unconsciousness.
From the ditch, the woman saw the suited man carrying the man as if he'd been a small sleeping child, his arms dangling limply over his grasp.

The lady watched, but was soon distracted by the other woman who helped her to her feet. The woman was quite as creepy as the guy, but she had her own mystery. Before the lady could say anything, the woman led her to the car and forcefully pushed her into the backseat, by the unconscious man.
The black car started up without a sound, in that quiet moment of timelessness.  The dark man looked up into the mirror at the woman, while she cradled the injured man in her lap and arms, praying silently that he would be all right.
The dark woman turned and looked at the driver, who nodded discreetly.
The unconscious man had been left in a state of blissed silence. The black void of his consciousness remained so for what seemed forever. The woman continued to lean over him, worried over this total stranger she'd never met before.

How could this happen? She felt like she'd been torn completely from her world and routine, with one single event. She knew she wouldn't be getting her old life back easily, in the depths of her soul.

The car seemed to travel silently for what seemed hours, with no idea what time it'd been, nor had anything to do but worry, time seems to stretch out farther, but had it really? All she could do was wonder where they were going, the windows were more then tinted, they'd been blinded after she'd gotten in. Like a pane of plastic had risen past the tinted window.

Finally the car halted. The dark man and woman got out of the car. The dark man picked up the injured man and the dark woman led the lady to what appeared to be their mansion. The lady observed the scenery, realizing that she was way out in the middle of nowhere still in a place that was dark and dreary. She sucked in her breath and slowly entered the mansion, behind the dark man and in front of the dark woman.
For the dreariness outside, the inside was no more oppressive.  Stained windows showed no pattern in the refraction of light over her, the inside a dull gray that seemed unnatural, as if the color had been sucked out of this place, as if the light itself was terrified of entering.  She didn’t know why, but she too was frightened.
Realization then hit her, why were they bringing the man to this home? He needed medical attention, immediately! She turned to the two, Her face half worried and half furious. "Why did you bring us here?" She said calmly. They ignored her; the suited man took the unconscious man into dreary mansion, the women followed solemnly. She turned to the doorway, as if the entire building was a nexus of where she didn't wanna be, she reluctantly followed in anger.

"Why did you bring us here?!" She called after them, the interior of the building was far less gothic then the outside, but it retained its feeling ambience of darkness. it was obvious no one lived here; there was no furniture; just a main hall, that led off in multiple paths, like a maze. She was furious as they disappeared down a staircase. "Don't ignore me dammit! Bring him back" She called after them.

The lady pondered whether to follow them down the dark staircase or not. "What am I doing!? I can't just let them take him!", she growled to herself. She began to rush down the staircase quickly, but cautiously, so she wouldn't fall. Before she could get too far, the dark man appeared and grabbed her tightly.

The woman struggled, but his grip was too strong as he rose from the stairs and lead her away, the unconscious man beyond her reach.  She looked with fear into the dark one's eyes, his own unveiled and dark.  While they were a deep green, there was no soul behind them; there was no life to speak of in any of his actions.  What had she gotten into, all for the sake of a stranger?  Yet she feared for the man she knew not, the one who nearly took her life In that accident.  Struggling, she tore away with her coat in his hand, him looking at her with those dead eyes...

He dropped the jacket to the floor, in crumpled in a heap, she backed away, there was no where to run, he reeled back his hand and with the one swift chop of his hand to her head she fell, to her knees, her world sight darkening,
Still conscious, she looked up, the man looked at her, with no emoution of anger or thought, the back of her mind screamed to her 'get out now'
Before she could say anything to the man, he suddenly spoke. His voice was cold, but didn't show any emotion. "You animals belong to us now. You have no will to resist our whims." The lady's eyes widened. What did he mean? What was he talking about? He's not human? She began to scoot back, until she was stuck in a corner.

The man slowly walked forward towards her, a hand reaching down to lift her.  Though cold, she felt him draw her up and exclaim:

"SUPRISE!  YOUR ON CANDID CAMERA!"

Her eyes went wide as the injured man walked out from a stage door with the woman on his arm, the dark man taking his contacts out and saying: "This was a suprise brought to you by your friends and family!"

The injured man came up stairs alongside the dark women, he naggedly picked at his makeup scar across his forehead. He grunted. "We're sorry to of put ya threw this, but it will make for a great show" The women piped in a shockingly cheery tone as the man grunted trying to get the stubborn makeup off.
The young lady's eyes darkened, for she didn't find it humorous at ALL. She glared at everyone with a deadly glare and jumped at a camera that was on her, breaking it into pieces. She then began beating the crap out of everyone in infuriation.

"What the hell?" The not so dark man asked, drawing back as she attacked a cameraman with his camera.  He was scared this time, how the heck had this happened?  It was just meant as a harmless joke!  He backed away as she turned towards him.
Her rage only built, the cast crowded back in fear as she drew nearer panting in anger, drawing nearer, nearer, impending death coming,

NOOOO...

El fin



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