Note on December 1,2000:
This is my epic, my first series. This was originally started and posted on
the JQML about a year and a half ago, with parts (up to five) coming out
intermittently since then. It seems to have gotten a pretty good response, so
I've posted it on Fanfiction.net as a means of getting it to people who might
not have gotten it before. I hope you enjoy!
This is just the prologue, so it's a bit of a shortie.
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Okay, my first released fic. I don't know if this is any good, but it's a
"past" fic, and I tried to piece together the details of Rachel's death for
it. I used some JGQ, some what I believe for no good reason, and some of
what I picked up from discussions. Also, I visited www.classicjq.com for the
express purpose of this story, and ended up spending an hour there, just
perusing the info. Great site. If anything gets horribly twisted up,
however, it's my fault.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Quests, the series, and I barely own the story
(Comico and JGQ seems to have written most of it) I just added my own twists
to it. If you sue me, um, what do you expect to get?
A Simple Twist, Prologue
"A World Crumbling..."
"OhmygodohmygodohmygodohmyGOD!!" Benton Quest said frantically as he raced
into the emergency room.
"Quest! What room are the Quests in!" he shouted worriedly. He was growing
more agitated by the second.
"Room 206!" a nurse said, pointing, too stunned by the sudden entrance to
argue. Dr. Quest ran in the direction indicated and tore into the room. He
stopped suddenly as he saw the figure lying in the bed, another figure
kneeling motionless beside it. He gathered up the kneeling figure in his
arms, and they cried together. When there were no tears left to shed, they
held each other, the final surviving members of what was previously a
perfect, happy life.
Later, he sat in the hall outside the room in shock. He thought "My wife, my
son, God, what'll happen now? What happened?" The police told him they were
assaulted, but the assailant got away before anyone got a good look at him.
It didn't matter. The damage was done in the scant seconds in which the
attack took place. His small, young family was decimated.
"Dr. Quest?" a doctor asked "We're sorry, but there's too much damage, and
its too widespread. If they got here sooner..." he let the sentence trail
off. "There's nothing we can do but ease the patient from life. You'd better
come in now, it should happen soon." The doctor shook his head. He hated
this job sometimes...
Fighting back tears, he slowly entered the room, knowing what would have to
happen when he did. When he heard a soft cry from the bed, he lost all
hesitance and rushed to the bedside.
Two eyes, bluer than the sky outside their window on that perversely sunny
day, gazed at him, a slight smile curving the small mouth. That smile was
replaced by a grimace as pain wracked the dainty body. Rachel embraced him,
as the monitor flat lined.
They then got up together, quietly weeping as they walked out of the room
where their son lay motionless.
At the tender age of six, at 5:32 PM. Jonathan Benton Quest died from wounds
inflicted by an unknown assailant. His mother, Rachel Wildey Quest, another
target of the attack, was unharmed.
The End (the beginning?)
Okay. There it is. pause hmm... it's not half bad, actually. Not half
good, either, but oh well. How many of you knew that those last two lines
were coming a mile away? I remember a line from MST3K a few weeks back
"C'mon! Dead people know what's happening!" when the movie was trying to be
all mysterious and surprising. Well, I'm always critical about my own work,
so if you like it, more power to you. It's just that self-deprecating humor
of mine kicking in.