Lady Mary
05-31-2005, 09:04 AM
This is the beginning of one of the current stories I am writing... I had almost finished this baby about ten years ago and just started to get back into it once again... It sorta inspired by the song by Queensryche... Gonna Get Close To You... Hope you like the beginning....
The moon shined full, it’s light brightened the entirety of the late night sky even though it was half way toward the horizon. No stars could be seen, just pitch black with the tint from the moon. The streets of the city were vacant of vehicles, just a few driving toward the lights of the city. On the main four lane a white Mercedes sped between the solid white line and the broken yellow line. The vehicle moved faster than the speed limit stated on the many signs it flew past, the driver either ignoring them or having a distraction for acknowledging the fast pace of his vehicle.
As the car moved toward the overpass, which towered over the easterly and westerly interstate lanes, the driver sat with both his hands clenching the wheel, his eyes stared forward but there seemed to be some sort of distraction within them. The convertible Mercedes moved along with it’s top down, the driver’s dusty blond hair flaying in the high speed wind, caused by the car’s speedy pace. There was something strange brewing behind the man’s green eyes, the something beginning to boil to the point of causing his green eyes to dilate the irises to almost covering the pupils. His eyes widened, feeling that something beginning to spread from his eyes and throughout his entire body. Clenching his teeth, he could feel all his bones beginning to become infected by that “something”.
As the car neared closer to the overpass, the man shifted his eyes to look to the silver hand gun laying next to him on the passenger seat. He removed his right hand from the steering wheel and wrapped his fingers -bulging knuckles with sprouts of unusual hair and lengthening nails- around the handle of the gun. With a trembling hand he brought the barrel’s end of the gun an inch from his temple. His left hand gripped the steering wheel tightly as the joints within his fingers began to be forced to expand painfully. His eyes remained wide as his teeth clenched tighter together, the canines lengthening and sharpening.
The car sped onto the overpass just as the man squeezed his eyes shut and began to yell with pain and fear. His foot pushed the gas pedal to the floor and his head pressed back against the seat headrest. From his mouth the yell shifted into a howl, a unhuman howl, beastly and loud. The car swerved, striking the overpass guardrail, sparks flying as the passenger side of the Mercedes scraped metal to metal. His eyes snapped open, his right hand index finger preparing to pull the trigger of the handgun, before he saw the oncoming guardrail of the overpass moving rapidly close. Wider his eyes opened as the vehicle crashed through the guardrail, his finger pulling the trigger and the gunfire echoing through the sound of crushing metal and squealing tires.
The Mercedes became air born then shifted into a nose dive toward the interstate below. The front end of the car struck the pavement, the entire front end crushing into the smoking engine of the Mercedes. For a few moments the Mercedes stood straight up, then it flipped upside down with a loud crash of metal and glass. Sitting there with mild flames coming from the engine, the car upside down across the westerly traffic lane. Moving westerly at a high pace, a massive eighteen wheeler was forced to break but the trailer of the giant truck jack-knifed sending the itself skidding toward the wrecked Mercedes. Within a split second both the cab and trailer of the truck crashed brutally into the dead Mercedes, pushing the Mercedes and itself beneath the overpass. From beneath the overpass came a explosion which shattered the above overpass, sending pavement and metal crashing down on the inflamed wreckage below.
Within a small apartment, nestled at the center of a ten story building, slept twenty-eight year old Eleanore Daniels, accompanied by her Shepard mix dog Lucy. Sleeping peacefully beneath her favorite quilt, her oversized mutt pinning her legs down into the bed they shared together. Suddenly, throughout her apartment came the outside sounds of sirens. Elli, known by family and friends, jolted up out of her deep sleep with her eyes still closed. Sitting up so quickly, Elli awoke Lucy who immediately began to bark at the call of sirens. Elli raised her index finger to her lips, “Shhhh.” She fell back against the bed as the sirens passed and Lucy silenced. In moments she was again fast asleep, in many ways she was used to hearing the scream of late night sirens, but poor Lucy wasn’t.
Through the apart something else could be heard, the TV had been left on in the mediocre livingroom slash diningroom. A late night news update played on the screen, slightly static but clear enough to see the face of a ‘on the scene’ television news reporter. The man on the screen held tight to his microphone, his hand pushing the ear peace so he could hear the newsroom anchorwoman speak her questions through the wails of sirens.
“Andrew Breaker here at the scene of a fatal wreck. Behind me you can see what remains of the north and south interstate overpass. Police and paramedics have already blocked the entire west bound portion of Interstate 24 where it has been said a vehicle had crashed through the guardrail of Interstate 6's overpass, then barreled it’s way onto Interstate 24 west bound. Once the unknown vehicle had wrecked onto the four lane, which I stand, a eighteen wheeler with trailer was unable to stop from striking the already wrecked vehicle, forcing both the previously wrecked vehicle and itself beneath the Interstate 6 overpass.
“Once both vehicles were beneath the overpass, it is said that they both exploded causing Interstate 6's overpass to collapse atop the vehicles. Word is it that there are guessed to be two fatalities caused by this horrendous wreckage. Both drivers are stated as to have died possibly by the explosion. There will be more to come on this devastating incident. Andrew Baker at the wreckage on Interstate 24 and 6, Channel 16 News.” The reporter finished and the camera was then turned back to the anchorwoman.
“Please stay tuned to the Channel 16 Early News for further updates of the double interstate tragedy.” The anchorwoman explained, “Until then, Loretta Mac Dow, Channel 16 News.”
The moon shined full, it’s light brightened the entirety of the late night sky even though it was half way toward the horizon. No stars could be seen, just pitch black with the tint from the moon. The streets of the city were vacant of vehicles, just a few driving toward the lights of the city. On the main four lane a white Mercedes sped between the solid white line and the broken yellow line. The vehicle moved faster than the speed limit stated on the many signs it flew past, the driver either ignoring them or having a distraction for acknowledging the fast pace of his vehicle.
As the car moved toward the overpass, which towered over the easterly and westerly interstate lanes, the driver sat with both his hands clenching the wheel, his eyes stared forward but there seemed to be some sort of distraction within them. The convertible Mercedes moved along with it’s top down, the driver’s dusty blond hair flaying in the high speed wind, caused by the car’s speedy pace. There was something strange brewing behind the man’s green eyes, the something beginning to boil to the point of causing his green eyes to dilate the irises to almost covering the pupils. His eyes widened, feeling that something beginning to spread from his eyes and throughout his entire body. Clenching his teeth, he could feel all his bones beginning to become infected by that “something”.
As the car neared closer to the overpass, the man shifted his eyes to look to the silver hand gun laying next to him on the passenger seat. He removed his right hand from the steering wheel and wrapped his fingers -bulging knuckles with sprouts of unusual hair and lengthening nails- around the handle of the gun. With a trembling hand he brought the barrel’s end of the gun an inch from his temple. His left hand gripped the steering wheel tightly as the joints within his fingers began to be forced to expand painfully. His eyes remained wide as his teeth clenched tighter together, the canines lengthening and sharpening.
The car sped onto the overpass just as the man squeezed his eyes shut and began to yell with pain and fear. His foot pushed the gas pedal to the floor and his head pressed back against the seat headrest. From his mouth the yell shifted into a howl, a unhuman howl, beastly and loud. The car swerved, striking the overpass guardrail, sparks flying as the passenger side of the Mercedes scraped metal to metal. His eyes snapped open, his right hand index finger preparing to pull the trigger of the handgun, before he saw the oncoming guardrail of the overpass moving rapidly close. Wider his eyes opened as the vehicle crashed through the guardrail, his finger pulling the trigger and the gunfire echoing through the sound of crushing metal and squealing tires.
The Mercedes became air born then shifted into a nose dive toward the interstate below. The front end of the car struck the pavement, the entire front end crushing into the smoking engine of the Mercedes. For a few moments the Mercedes stood straight up, then it flipped upside down with a loud crash of metal and glass. Sitting there with mild flames coming from the engine, the car upside down across the westerly traffic lane. Moving westerly at a high pace, a massive eighteen wheeler was forced to break but the trailer of the giant truck jack-knifed sending the itself skidding toward the wrecked Mercedes. Within a split second both the cab and trailer of the truck crashed brutally into the dead Mercedes, pushing the Mercedes and itself beneath the overpass. From beneath the overpass came a explosion which shattered the above overpass, sending pavement and metal crashing down on the inflamed wreckage below.
Within a small apartment, nestled at the center of a ten story building, slept twenty-eight year old Eleanore Daniels, accompanied by her Shepard mix dog Lucy. Sleeping peacefully beneath her favorite quilt, her oversized mutt pinning her legs down into the bed they shared together. Suddenly, throughout her apartment came the outside sounds of sirens. Elli, known by family and friends, jolted up out of her deep sleep with her eyes still closed. Sitting up so quickly, Elli awoke Lucy who immediately began to bark at the call of sirens. Elli raised her index finger to her lips, “Shhhh.” She fell back against the bed as the sirens passed and Lucy silenced. In moments she was again fast asleep, in many ways she was used to hearing the scream of late night sirens, but poor Lucy wasn’t.
Through the apart something else could be heard, the TV had been left on in the mediocre livingroom slash diningroom. A late night news update played on the screen, slightly static but clear enough to see the face of a ‘on the scene’ television news reporter. The man on the screen held tight to his microphone, his hand pushing the ear peace so he could hear the newsroom anchorwoman speak her questions through the wails of sirens.
“Andrew Breaker here at the scene of a fatal wreck. Behind me you can see what remains of the north and south interstate overpass. Police and paramedics have already blocked the entire west bound portion of Interstate 24 where it has been said a vehicle had crashed through the guardrail of Interstate 6's overpass, then barreled it’s way onto Interstate 24 west bound. Once the unknown vehicle had wrecked onto the four lane, which I stand, a eighteen wheeler with trailer was unable to stop from striking the already wrecked vehicle, forcing both the previously wrecked vehicle and itself beneath the Interstate 6 overpass.
“Once both vehicles were beneath the overpass, it is said that they both exploded causing Interstate 6's overpass to collapse atop the vehicles. Word is it that there are guessed to be two fatalities caused by this horrendous wreckage. Both drivers are stated as to have died possibly by the explosion. There will be more to come on this devastating incident. Andrew Baker at the wreckage on Interstate 24 and 6, Channel 16 News.” The reporter finished and the camera was then turned back to the anchorwoman.
“Please stay tuned to the Channel 16 Early News for further updates of the double interstate tragedy.” The anchorwoman explained, “Until then, Loretta Mac Dow, Channel 16 News.”