Post by The Harbinger on Jun 26, 2015 22:41:32 GMT -6
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And the tears started...
She new he was dead. She didn't even need to see the body being moved from the ground onto a gurney to know that he was dead. She didn't need to see the body covered by a sheet to know that he was dead.
Dead. Gone.
No movement. No life.
Now why was that? Why did he have to die? Why did she have to live?
The Jaws of Life broke her from that reverie as they sprang to life to begin cutting her out of the car. And boy were they loud!
She quickly shifted her gaze up to the man before her as they worked, and struggled, to get her free from the mangled wreck of a car.
And Jon the Paramedic didn't leave her side the whole time. He stayed with her. Talking to her. Keeping her attention on him as they worked through the twisted and smashed up metal of the car.
It took the firefighters about an hour to work through the wreck to pull her out of the car. They had to work slow because they didn't know the extent of her injuries. They didn't know if there was any internal damage. They didn't know if there was any body parts that were going to fall out.
It was fear of the unknown that kept them from going any faster.
By the time they got the car open, and her removed, her parents had been contacted. And neither were at the crash scene. That broke her heart a little, but she didn't say anything. She'd only asked Jon once if they'd been called. And he had assured her that he made the call personally.
Once the firefighters got the car opened, it was up to the EMTs to get Danielle out of the car as safely as possible. They had to go through and make quick decisions and choices. And fifteen minutes after the car was opened with those jaws, she was being put inside an ambulance and it went screaming into the night.
And scene and activities at the hospital was nothing short of a circus.
Doctors everywhere. Nurses everywhere. People asking questions. More of each other than of her. But there were plenty of questions being asked of her. And an hour later, she was being wheeled into the operating room.
The extent of her injuries were still yet to be determined. However, it was a relief to learn that the only internal injuries she had could be fixed with surgery. Compact that with a broken leg, broken hand and broken arm.. All of which needed surgery.
As she was shifted from the gurney onto the operating table, she was asked a series of questions..
“What's your full name?”
“Danielle Elizabeth Bay.”
“What's your date of birth?”
“March twenty-first.”
“Ok Miss Bay.. I want you to count backwards from one hundred...”
“One hundred.. Ninety-Nine.. Ninety-Eight.. Ninety-Seven...”
And she was out...
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The screen comes to life. And, as always, the screen is pitch black.
The same porcelain mask can be seen on the screen.
The one that was solid white. No mouth and around the left “eye” was the same intricate black design that swirled, dipped and dripped in a line down the cheek.
And once again out of the darkness, her voice whispers.
“Obsession..
..is the single most wasteful human activity.
Because with an obsession..
..you keep coming back and back..
..and back.
Back to the same question..
Back to the same thing..
And you never get an answer.”
The mask floats forward.
“You become what you think about..
..all day long.”
A small pause.
Almost as if she had stopped speaking.
But then her whispered voice is heard once more.
“The only obsession everyone wants: Love.
People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole.
The platonic union of souls.”
A soft, creepy laugh is heard from the Harbringer.
“I think otherwise.
I think you're whole before you begin.
And love fractures you.
You're whole..
..And then you're cracked open.”
A soft purring can be heard.
“And then love turns into obsession.
Then obsession into hate.”
The mask moves ever closer.
“Love and Hate..
..are not opposites;
They are siblings..
..birthed by obsession.”
She then reaches up and pulls the mask away.
Smiling that dark smile.
“But it is hazardous..
..And, I believe, counterproductive..
..to become frozen in time by an obsession.”
And that smile only darkens.
“You want obsession, Cole?
You've invited the Devil in..
..And He's chosen to stay.”
And suddenly, the screen goes black.
