A/N I'm back! After a long battle with writers block I triumphed and here I am. May I present to you the sequel to The Finches of London. Please review and tell me what you think, or if you have any ideas for the fic or any other future fics, I'd love to hear them!.
Hope you enjoy this first chapter, it is a little small but I just wanted to set the scene :)
RiddleMeThis15 x
It wasn't like the movies. There was no ear splitting screech as the tree tore through the windscreen, shattering it into a glass spiderweb. Branches grabbed at me like the arms of hungry cannibals. It was just noise. A horrid, haunting, terrible noise that demanded to be heard. To be felt. I was losing control of the car, its tyres screaming against the road... or were those cries my own? I couldn't tell. The world was a bloody mess, broken into fragments that pierced my skin, setting my nerves alight. Suddenly air rushed into my lungs and I was thrown forward, a pain like nothing I had ever felt erupted in my skull as it crunched into the steering wheel. The impact knocked me into a dizzy haze, the world dissolving around me. Sirens blared out in the distance like a pack of wolves and I vaguely registered a warm, thick, liquid dripping down my forehead.
I retched as the taste of copper permeated in my mouth and the smell of petrol crawled up my nostrils. I should have been frightened. I should have been panicking. But even as the flames swept over my form, a strange calm settled on my shoulders .It shrouded the logical thoughts of a dying mortal. Shadows expanded rapidly towards me, carrying me away from absoluteness. With my last ounce of strength I blearily slid a pale, no doubt broken, hand into my pocket and placed an envelope on the wrecked seat next to me. Deep red blood stains seeped into the paper, but the inked name on the front did not fade...Professor Layton. He was the only one whom I could turn to now. Everything else was crumbling and rotting around me, a dead, poisoned apple.
A/N Dun dun dunn! Make sure you review :)