~The title is based on a quote that I heard. It said, along the lines of: Yesterday is history, tommorrow is a mystery, and today is a gift.
~A basic concept test in the form of a fanfiction. I am preparing for a larger scale fanfiction. I'm sorry if this absolutely sucks.
~Heavily inspired by my cosplay group and Sci-Fifan95, who wrote "Fate Calls". You can find her story on this platform. I highly recommend it.
~Again, I have no excuses as to why I have not updated my other stories. I'm so sorry. I swear I will get on that as quick as I can.
~This chapter was rather depressing to write, but I promise that the UwU and the actual Transformer related stuff is coming, I swear. This is most likely the saddest chapter I will be forced to write, but no promises.
~I do not own Transformers or anything like that. I only own the things that obviously belong to me and my cos group (Names, OC's, plotline, etc)
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It was unavoidable.
They had tried to get out of the way, but it was no use. 'Hydroplaning' on an icy road was one of, if not the most dangerous thing anyone could do on the road, and that's exactly what they did.
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There wasn't even time for any of the teenagers inside the car to scream.
The semi driver had barely two micro-kliks of time to react as the car in front of her spun right into her lane while she was cruising groggily at sixty.
She slammed her booted foot on the brake pedal, but that did nothing. The Lays truck's tires hopped up on the ice and just slid too. The woman at the wheel braced herself by throwing her forearms up in front of her face.
The giant truck smashed right into the side of the car, crinkling it heavily inward as if it was a mere empty Coca-Cola can. The car jumped up onto the two left side wheels for a split micro-klik, groaned in protest, and then slid forward along with the momentum of the semi.
Things that were previously and peacefully resting in the car became projectiles within the vehicle. Several heads were bashed and two-the two that were sitting in the third row-bashed each others' heads. One of the people in the vehicle cried out, two of them screamed in shock.
It was impossible to tell who did what.
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Finally the car, with the help of the Honda in front of them, slid to a stop.
Hyped on adrenaline, Hana, the driver, jumped out from the car, with thoughts far from running smoothly. All that ran through her mind was the weird reaction to the hot liquid that was strangely running down her face, and the necessity to call the police.
Her hands shook like the devil and when she tried to steady them, they seemingly got worse. After about five minutes of unsuccessfully attempting to dial the three simple numbers and staining her sparkling white tank top, she was finally approached by the driver of the Honda that their grey van had kissed near the closing of the initial accident.
Taking note of her obvious stress, the man, perhaps pushing thirty, placed a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. His icy cold hand snapped her into reality.
Tears of fear and anguish streamed down her face. These weren't of pain from her airbag-crushed-nose or the nipping cold that whipped her hair around like a ragdoll, but for fear for her friends and nothing else.
Snap out of it, Han, she harshly coaxed herself and finally forced her fingers to dial the correct digits and press the green call button.
It was like she had been holding herself together for a month with no emotion, because when Hana opened her mouth to speak, only sobs escaped her lips. She hadn't realized how close to tears she was until she had truly spoken. The responder on the other line tried to calm her down, but all the disheveled driver could do was cry.
It was clear that she was not going to be able to manage to stifle out any understandable words out anytime soon. Anytime she would seize a chance to calm down a bit, the floodgates would open again. Later she would find that she went into shock.
The driver carefully reached over and took the phone from her, giving her a slight nod to let her know that he meant well, and began to speak to the operator as calmly as he could.
Finally, Hana gained up the courage to turn around and survey the sight. She covered her mouth in dismay, her mind screaming in neon, excruciating letters: nothing could survive that.
She began to believe it. She sank to her knees and buried her face in her numb hands.
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Shade regained consciousness after his brief 'nap' after getting his head jarred into the window beside him, and fought his way out of the stubbornly jammed door. He had been sitting on the opposite side of the impact site, in the middle row. He really didn't know exactly what was going on, but he could distantly hear someone's faintly familiar sobs not far from the car and was drawn towards it.
"Oh Hana." Shade approached his friend, who he was sure was blaming herself for the accident, and wrapped his arms around her without hesitation. "Relax. That wasn't your fault. The ice is to blame."
Hana couldn't even choke any words out. She really didn't try that hard. She didn't want to speak. What was the point of words anyway?
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Emergency responders arrived very quickly, wowing everyone at the scene. The EMT's waited impatiently for the five other girls to be fished out carefully by the firemen that had most recently roared up to the scene.
The air became heavy as the first-the one that was sitting in the middle seat in the middle row-was fished out. She was breathing but knocked out and bleeding from a head injury that was estimated to be from a piece of glass.
News crews came up and began their intruding jobs, recording the tragic scene. Shade wanted to pounce, chase them away, and keep them away. But, he didn't. He needed to be there for his group and Hana.
Police then evacuated both the ones that were in the third row with ease, since the impact was more towards the front and middle of the right side of the vehicle.
There was hope in the fact that the back was not as damaged as the front, and the two that were located back there in the midst of the crash were generally uninjured. But, the unresponsiveness of the other two girls that were located in the passenger and middle row, right side, were completely unresponsive.
"Honey? Can you hear me? I need you to try to move if you can hear me. Please move something. Even if you need to just move a finger. Can you move your finger for me?" One of the EMT's crawled carefully into the backseat and tapped Laney's hand carefully.
She surveyed her injuries and checked for a pulse, praying that this young, strong girl had somehow pulled through.
She backed out of the car carefully, her eyes downcast. She hated the entire world at that point. The young EMT resisted the urge to shake her clenched fist towards heaven, scream into the sky, and then cry her heart out.
But that wasn't an option. She had other people to tend to, and the one in the front passenger seat to help, if she had made it.
She approached one of the police men that stood by, surveying the situation and handling who else they needed, as well as figuring out how to best block the lanes so that traffic could pass by without any more incident.
With a heavy heart, she told him that they had one casualty in the middle row, and the front still unresponsive. He nodded at her, indicating that he understood. Another ambulance arrived, it's sirens blaring.
"I will address another EMT to go and aid the firefighters with the retrieval of the one and send one to check on the one in the front seat." He placed a hand on her shoulder compassionately. "Try to relax. Do not take the lost life upon yourself."
She nodded, her eyes still downcast. Several male EMT's jumped out of the newest ambulance to arrive at the scene, and the first one that approached was tasked with providing assistance to the female in the front seat.
He sidestepped the friends who cried quietly a small distance from the crash sight. He opened the driver side door quietly, as if he was afraid to disturb the peace within the chaotic-looking van.
"Ma'am. Can you hear me? Can you try to move for me?"
This girl didn't answer that time either. He crawled up onto the driver's seat after picking some rogue pieces of glass off of the leather and tapped her shoulder lightly. Her eyes fluttered lightly.
Before he examined her, a smile lit up his face. But, after, his hope flitted slightly away. It was going to be quite a task to get her out alive and to the hospital before she bled out.
Admiring her audacity to stay cool, calm, and collected, his hope slightly returned. He lowered his voice:, "hey. Stay still and don't speak. Try to relax. We're going to get you out of here."
Kay nodded slightly, although that even hurt.
Am I dying? She groggily wondered, and opened her eyes only to be blinded by the light.
She was very thankful that her rushing, lingering adrenaline was covering her pain for that moment, although she knew it was going to be very short lived.
It took everything in her to obey the mysterious man that spoke to her. Kay knew few things, but enough to take a shot in the dark that the dude was an EMT, police officer, or firefighter of some sort.
Although barely aware or sensible, Kay desperately wanted to check on her friends, but the predicament she was in, that included: being trapped by bent metal as well as stabbed in several places by pieces of vehicle body, made that impossible
All she knew was that Laney had to be okay. "Laney?" She called out into the surprisingly stiffening silence. "Can you hear me?"
She didn't answer.
Maybe she isn't there. Kay hopefully wondered.
Maybe the front of the car had taken the brunt of the impact and she was just being rushed to the hospital with minor injuries, she told herself, although she truly couldn't bring herself to actually believe it.
It was possible though. Kay added up all of the things that were working in her and her friends' favor as the pain grew ever so sharper.
Calculating did provide a decent distraction.
She knew that she couldn't see behind her and the driver's seat was empty so at least Hana had been able to get out or be fished out.
Kay tried one more desperate time. "Laney. Please answer me if you are there."
Nothing.
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The two needed some good news. Shade and Hana had barely enough time to recover from the news that they had already lost one, and that three others were being rushed off to the hospital.
The young EMT ran over the officer to tell that they had one still in the car alive. Shade and Hana overheard.
Wordlessly, they both jumped up and sprinted over towards the car. They had to fight through the female EMT that had discovered Laney's true condition-who didn't put up much of a fight-and leaned into the car.
"Kay! Just hang on."
"Yeah. They'll get you out of there soon."
Taking much comfort in their words, Kay relaxed a little bit more. "Where are the others?" Kay managed, brutally realizing that talking was not helping her. "Where is Laney?"
The two took glances at each other and then glanced back. Hana gulped back a gasp as tears clouded her vision.
Discouraged and grieved, the two, again, wordlessly were able to agree to avoid the question entirely. "They're-alright. Just relax. The firefighters are going to get you out of there and you'll be just fine."
They knew that the two, Laney and Kay, had gotten close over the past few months. Could even call them best friends, although they had barely met in real life, they were like two peas in a pod.
Bonding over their mutual love of Transformers, cosplay, and steaming hot tea, they grew closer than many strictly real-life friends did. Helping each other through the tough times with mutual support and friendly love.
Hana became like their, and the rest of their cosplay group's proud mother. It was a glorious time for their little group. And then, suddenly their world was flipped upside down on the way to a winter con.
Everything was ripped away in one instant, as if they were held together by a seam. Everything shattered like a bullet through glass. Like a sturdy tree against a hurricane.
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"Where is she?" Kay asked again. She was going to find out before she got out of there, whether she, the firefighters, and the two standing before her, liked it or not.
Hana wanted to continue to cover the truth, and wait until they got her out of the predicament, but she continued to insist. The realist in Shade, encased in sorrow and grief, suddenly emerged and he spoke up: "Laney is gone, Kay. She's gone."
With will to live depleted and morale shattered, Kay stopped fighting. She stopped her battle for the next excruciating breath. She quit warring against the looming darkness that hovered overhead, and faded to the blackness, giving way to the cool shadow that encased her.
Before resolving to join her best friend, Kay sent a silent prayer up. She requested that wherever she was going would be a place where she would eventually be reunited with her best friend and someday her family and other friends.
Oh, how little she knew-
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Dedicated to Delaney, for being the Sunflower of my life. Tysm sis
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