.Cypher.
Synopsis
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Let's play pretend for a moment...
The last thing you remember is looking up and seeing the gigantic grill of a large stolen semi truck from the inside of your own small car. Now, mind you... you're only fourteen.
An instant later, you feel very... strange. Your back is sore, and you can't move most of your limbs. You manage to touch the soft linens of bedsheets. Astonishingly, you force your eyes open. For a few moments, you can't see a single thing. Everything is blurred in to one big mess. But as time passes, you slowly get to see things more clearly. An annoying sound reaches your ears. It won't stop.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
As you listen, it gradually gets faster. You begin to panic. You toss your head, but find that you can't even ove your neck. Or anything, in that matter. Instead, you try to focus, and see strange tubes everywhere -- some going in to your arm, and even one down your throat. You try to focus on one thing at a time -- realizing where you are. White walls, white bed, white gown... tubes everywhere... you look to your side. A monitor with a moving line, and a number. A pulse monitor.
You're in a hospital.
A nurse walking by glances in to your room, then continues walking. Amost immediately, she backs up and looks in to your room. "Doctor!" she called out, running back the way she came.
A doctor comes in a few moments later with a large smile on his face. "Miss Greene! You're awake!" he speaks to you. Through your ears, everything is muted... you're hardly able to hear anything correctly. Except that horrid beeping sound. Then something clicks. He said 'Miss Greene.'
Who is that?
Not you, right?
That's not you.
He must have the wrong person.
"You've been in a coma for six months."
The beeping becomes even faster.
"Whoah, now... calm down..." he says to you, putting a hand on your leg. He was trying to comfort you.
As you look up in to his face, his eyes slowly turn red, and his hand developes large scar-like masses, his nails growing longer and sharper, turning a clouded yellow. With his smile, he reveals a set of long yellow teeth, all of which filed to a very fine point.
As you watch him, the beeping still becomes even faster as you try your very hardest to move... move anything. Anything at all. The only thing you could manage is to move your jaw, trying desperately to close your lips to wet your mouth to speak, yet the only thing that came out was a diluted whimper.
The monster of a doctor puts a clawed finger up to his lips as his skin begins to turn black. You can't believe your eyes.
What is going on?
You blink...
and it's all gone.
A doctor is sitting on your bed. Dentist-approved teeth, nails even a spa specialist would compliment, and skin as tan as any other human being.
"Something wrong?" he asks.
This...
This is only the beginning of the rest of Shiloh Greene's life.
Excerpt
James pulled the car out of the parking spot after waiting for a car to pass behind them. “Alright! Here we go again. Hope everybody's good... next stop: the beach!” he cheered enthusiastically.
Both Shiloh and Bri cheered with him with recurring chants of 'to the beach.'
The car pulled in to the road, ready for the journey out of the rest stop and in to the highway again. Edging closer and closer to the entrance ramp, the poorly kept roads of the rest stop made it seem like they were on a road of speed bumps. The song on the radio was cut off as they finally got to the ramp. James picked up the speed to match the cars on the highway, and merged his way in to the roads.
On the radio, an official sounding voice rang through the speakers. “... a fugitive has stolen a semi truck, and is heading down the interstate on the wrong side of the road, going west.”
James reached down for his cup and tilted the cup back for a drink. To his dismay, he was all out of the pop he'd chosen to put in to it before they left. “Shiloh, hon, could you get me another pop?” he asked.
Shiloh huffed, looking down at the coolers at her feet. “I don't know which one it's in.” she argued blatantly.
James raised his eyebrow. “It's in the red one.” he said to her.
Shiloh giggled. “They're both red, Dad.” she said to him.
“... urge extreme caution, and advise you to roll down your windows. In case you hear sirens, pull over to the closest side of the road...”
James frowned and took his eyes off the road, leaning around his seat to look at the coolers. With one hand free and one hand on the wheel of the car, he brushed off a beach towel and opened up one of the coolers.
Lacy, being the only one concerned with the radio, rolled down her window. Her eyes immediately jumped up to the sky as she heard the sound of a helicopter's rotor. There was a black news helicopter right above them, going the opposite direction they were. Her eyes widened as she looked out the windshield. Everyone in front of them had pulled over to the shoulder of the highway. The sirens were blaring, and right in front of them was a large blue semi truck. It was speeding forward, the driver behind the wheel showing no mercy as he carelessly swerved around the road, blocking off the police cruisers trying to pass him.
“James...” Lacy murmured quietly.
The semi pulled down on it's loud horn, beginning to panic. The car was not moving out of his way, and he was going well over the speed limit in the wrong direction. They were coming up to each other very rapidly.
“James!” Lacy now almost yelled at him, leaning over and grabbing the steering wheel to try and make the car go off the road.
Finally getting out of the cooler, he dropped his soda on the ground and looked at her angrily. “What! I was just getting --” he was cut short as he looked ahead of him, seeing the truck. He slammed on his brakes and attempted to turn the car, out of the way of the gigantic semi truck.
Bri shrieked and Shiloh screamed as the truck again pulled on it's horn, but it was too late to move.
