(Disclaimer-Redwall isn't mine blah, blah, blah. You know I don't. Okay
first off I just want to warn that this fanfic may or may not disturb you)
It had been just a normal day; strange happenings don't give themselves away with the cliché of it being a dark and stormy night. It was early spring and everyone in Hammond could still feel the effects of winter as icy breezes swept through our town, blowing debris over the roads. A car streamed down the residential road, the driver eager to get home from his bad day at work. This was one Terrence Boyds, a high school student, who worked for the local theater; any job was better then none although the pay was pretty average, being about seven bucks an hour.
"Please don't rain." He pleaded with the darkening, overcast skies. His one bright spot of his day would be the time he was to spend with his girlfriend Kathryn, who worked with him. He tapped his hands on his steering wheel, impatiently waiting for the light, which was a long one, crossing a causeway that many eighteen-wheelers used. The light finally turned and he stepped on the pedal lightly, coasting in the road slowly only to hear the wail of a trucks horn.
Turning he found himself staring at tons of metal pounding towards him, slowed down by some force of nature, he saw the truck hit. All twenty tons of it hitting his small two-ton car, the metal exterior gave quickly bending around the trucks front along with its driver. All he saw was red as his car bent around his body as his head was smashed forcefully against the glass and then through it. The trucks momentum halted and the two vehicles sat motionless as cars stopped around it, somewhere the frantic call to 911 could be heard as well as the distant sirens of an ambulance.
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Elsewhere in the peaceable lands of Redwall and Salamandastron a meadow lay strewn with blood from battle. Three beasts' still stood fighting among corpses and blood stained sand, two rats fought against a large burly otter. No victory could be claimed for either side; both their families and friends had perished earlier save for the smart ones who had wisely run from the ill-fated battle. The otter stuck out with a long spear, he'd already taken arrows through his chest and was slowing from his loss of blood.
The figure's he fought were quickly becoming blurred and distorted. One of the rat's fell down from exhaustion, dying in the dirt amidst a pool of his own blood as it pumped from his battered body. The others were close to death as well, but still they fought each with a thirst for vengeance. Neither beast won however; eventually they collapsed on each other, weapons falling from their weak hands. Both fell at the same time and both died at the same time as well, lying next to each other amidst frozen picture of chaos.
They both gave themselves freely and their souls flew off to the shores of the dark forest together to join their kin and ancestors. All was forgotten in the peace of death, lives were gone and the past was meaningless and all they had was all the time in existence to figure it out.
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In the crumpled wreck that had been the car of Terry Brooks a small groan of pain echoed about the wreck, which, with a horrid realization, he saw now doubled as his coffin. The world slowed as he looked around, lights blinded them and everything was on mute. People ran about, a paramedic asked something wordlessly; he gloved hands stained with blood as he searched Terry's mangled body.
The paramedic had on a coat as rain poured down from the heavens; it flowed through the wreck and over Terry's body. In slow motion he watched as blood snaked across the road towards the drain, people looked on over police barricades with anguish on their face. Sparks rained down and the car vibrated heavily as firefight tried to cut away the wreck. Terry just looked on in some strange twisted fascination, his whole body was numb, the only pain he had was when he saw her face.
There she was, being held back by the police as she screamed out silently, her face strewn with tears as she looked at Terry. She watched helplessly as his eyes fluttered, struggling to stay awake. The paramedic motioned over several others and he disappeared in a crowd of people. Terry felt pain, he fought the crushing sleep that was upon him, he refused to leave and he wasn't done with life yet. He felt the anguish of leaving, he stared through the crowd and the rain to see her, always beautiful in his mind even as she faded and disappeared into a white mist.
He cried out silently for her and felt unconsciousness take him as the black replaced the white and he was trapped in an endless sea of back pressed against him on all sides. Then he woke up, still in the sea of black he stood to find himself not surrounded by black, a tall ominous gate stood at his back. On both sides was nothingness.
"Am I dead?" He asked, his voice echoing as if he were in a cave.
"Pretty much." A voice answered back, it was a deep knowledgeable voice, but to Terry it was most definitely a disembodied voice. He cast a gaze around, above, below and everywhere else for a sign of the mystery speaker.
"Where are you?" He asked, a bit of fright in his voice, then remembering the voices statement. "What do you mean pretty much?"
"You're lying dead in your car right now. They didn't get you out in time and you bleed to death and if you aren't dead then you at least don't have a soul." It answered back emotionlessly. "By the way you're not talking to a person so you can stop looking around."
"What am I talking to then?" Terry replied defiant of the spoken facts.
"The gates, you're standing in front of the gates to the dark forest right now. You're supposed to be in here at the moment, but something's keeping you." It stated simply and Terry turned to face the gates.
"Am I in hell?"
"Depends on how you look at it."
"Screw this I'm going home."
"You can't, I'm sorry."
"You're a fucking gate, how can you be sorry. I'm the hell out of here!" Terry yelled back as he was thoroughly frightened by now. He broke into a run in the opposite direction of the gate, he ran into the darkness of the mists. The ground felt flat against his feet as he ran, the gates disappeared and he was surrounded by the darkness when suddenly the ground dropped out suddenly from beneath his feet and he fell screaming through the dark.
He screamed all the way down, suddenly the darkness broke and his saw green rushing up at him, oceans and rivers and forests were all rushing up to greet him. A great mountain could be seen on the shores, a large red abbey to his right and another crumbling mass below him probably to the south, vaguely he thought it was somehow familiar. Then he hit the ground and once again all was darkness for him, his soul enveloped in a dark shroud as he hit it.
It had been just a normal day; strange happenings don't give themselves away with the cliché of it being a dark and stormy night. It was early spring and everyone in Hammond could still feel the effects of winter as icy breezes swept through our town, blowing debris over the roads. A car streamed down the residential road, the driver eager to get home from his bad day at work. This was one Terrence Boyds, a high school student, who worked for the local theater; any job was better then none although the pay was pretty average, being about seven bucks an hour.
"Please don't rain." He pleaded with the darkening, overcast skies. His one bright spot of his day would be the time he was to spend with his girlfriend Kathryn, who worked with him. He tapped his hands on his steering wheel, impatiently waiting for the light, which was a long one, crossing a causeway that many eighteen-wheelers used. The light finally turned and he stepped on the pedal lightly, coasting in the road slowly only to hear the wail of a trucks horn.
Turning he found himself staring at tons of metal pounding towards him, slowed down by some force of nature, he saw the truck hit. All twenty tons of it hitting his small two-ton car, the metal exterior gave quickly bending around the trucks front along with its driver. All he saw was red as his car bent around his body as his head was smashed forcefully against the glass and then through it. The trucks momentum halted and the two vehicles sat motionless as cars stopped around it, somewhere the frantic call to 911 could be heard as well as the distant sirens of an ambulance.
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Elsewhere in the peaceable lands of Redwall and Salamandastron a meadow lay strewn with blood from battle. Three beasts' still stood fighting among corpses and blood stained sand, two rats fought against a large burly otter. No victory could be claimed for either side; both their families and friends had perished earlier save for the smart ones who had wisely run from the ill-fated battle. The otter stuck out with a long spear, he'd already taken arrows through his chest and was slowing from his loss of blood.
The figure's he fought were quickly becoming blurred and distorted. One of the rat's fell down from exhaustion, dying in the dirt amidst a pool of his own blood as it pumped from his battered body. The others were close to death as well, but still they fought each with a thirst for vengeance. Neither beast won however; eventually they collapsed on each other, weapons falling from their weak hands. Both fell at the same time and both died at the same time as well, lying next to each other amidst frozen picture of chaos.
They both gave themselves freely and their souls flew off to the shores of the dark forest together to join their kin and ancestors. All was forgotten in the peace of death, lives were gone and the past was meaningless and all they had was all the time in existence to figure it out.
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In the crumpled wreck that had been the car of Terry Brooks a small groan of pain echoed about the wreck, which, with a horrid realization, he saw now doubled as his coffin. The world slowed as he looked around, lights blinded them and everything was on mute. People ran about, a paramedic asked something wordlessly; he gloved hands stained with blood as he searched Terry's mangled body.
The paramedic had on a coat as rain poured down from the heavens; it flowed through the wreck and over Terry's body. In slow motion he watched as blood snaked across the road towards the drain, people looked on over police barricades with anguish on their face. Sparks rained down and the car vibrated heavily as firefight tried to cut away the wreck. Terry just looked on in some strange twisted fascination, his whole body was numb, the only pain he had was when he saw her face.
There she was, being held back by the police as she screamed out silently, her face strewn with tears as she looked at Terry. She watched helplessly as his eyes fluttered, struggling to stay awake. The paramedic motioned over several others and he disappeared in a crowd of people. Terry felt pain, he fought the crushing sleep that was upon him, he refused to leave and he wasn't done with life yet. He felt the anguish of leaving, he stared through the crowd and the rain to see her, always beautiful in his mind even as she faded and disappeared into a white mist.
He cried out silently for her and felt unconsciousness take him as the black replaced the white and he was trapped in an endless sea of back pressed against him on all sides. Then he woke up, still in the sea of black he stood to find himself not surrounded by black, a tall ominous gate stood at his back. On both sides was nothingness.
"Am I dead?" He asked, his voice echoing as if he were in a cave.
"Pretty much." A voice answered back, it was a deep knowledgeable voice, but to Terry it was most definitely a disembodied voice. He cast a gaze around, above, below and everywhere else for a sign of the mystery speaker.
"Where are you?" He asked, a bit of fright in his voice, then remembering the voices statement. "What do you mean pretty much?"
"You're lying dead in your car right now. They didn't get you out in time and you bleed to death and if you aren't dead then you at least don't have a soul." It answered back emotionlessly. "By the way you're not talking to a person so you can stop looking around."
"What am I talking to then?" Terry replied defiant of the spoken facts.
"The gates, you're standing in front of the gates to the dark forest right now. You're supposed to be in here at the moment, but something's keeping you." It stated simply and Terry turned to face the gates.
"Am I in hell?"
"Depends on how you look at it."
"Screw this I'm going home."
"You can't, I'm sorry."
"You're a fucking gate, how can you be sorry. I'm the hell out of here!" Terry yelled back as he was thoroughly frightened by now. He broke into a run in the opposite direction of the gate, he ran into the darkness of the mists. The ground felt flat against his feet as he ran, the gates disappeared and he was surrounded by the darkness when suddenly the ground dropped out suddenly from beneath his feet and he fell screaming through the dark.
He screamed all the way down, suddenly the darkness broke and his saw green rushing up at him, oceans and rivers and forests were all rushing up to greet him. A great mountain could be seen on the shores, a large red abbey to his right and another crumbling mass below him probably to the south, vaguely he thought it was somehow familiar. Then he hit the ground and once again all was darkness for him, his soul enveloped in a dark shroud as he hit it.