I'm not sure if anyone read what I put on my profile, but I am NOT stopping with Deadline. I've just gotten out of Twilight and more into Transformers. So that's exactly why I'm making a Transformers fic. I will eventually continue with Deadline, but for the time being, it's on hold.
November 29th, 2006.
The leave piled slowly on the roads, the colors around being brown and red. People were dressed in jackets and scarves to protect themselves from the fall breeze, going here and there. Cars went one way or the other down the busy streets of Duluth, Minnesota.
But that isn't what we're going to bother with.
A bus drove by the "Welcome to Duluth" sign, making the leaves fly from the ground from the wind it produced. Inside was a variation of people. An elderly man sat in the back, behind a woman busily doing her makeup. On the other side from her, three rows up was a mother rocking her infant to sleep with a quiet lullaby, and across from her was a gruff looking man who seemed in a hurry to get somewhere.
Near the back, about two rows behind the mother, was a young teenager, leaning back in the seat with earphones plugged into her ears and texting on her phone.
She was heading to her aunt and uncle's house for a visit, before the rest of her family that would come for Christmas. Her parents wanted her to have some time with her cousins alone, before all the relatives came over and she wouldn't have any time to do most of the things she wanted.
It was about twenty-three miles until she arrived to her destination. Until then she kept herself busy with talking to her best friend, Denise. They weren't talking about anything specific, just random things that were happening to them, or talking about the next big movie that was coming out.
Aside from the mother's humming, the bus was quiet…
… That is until the bus was rammed by the side.
The vehicle tumbled off the road down a ditch from the side, breaking in half from a large tree. No one had time to react as all the passengers were thrown out of the bus, crashing down the long hill into a ditch. The bus caught fire and pieces fell everywhere.
What first registered in the girl's mind was a burning pain in her arm, like hot metal being dripped onto her skin. Her vision was clouded but dozens of black dots, and the smell of burning debris littered the air like a toxic gas. It hurt just to look and see that a large chunk of glass from a window and practically severed off her arm, only a few strings of muscle keeping it attached.
She wanted to scream, but it felt like she was drowning. And she was. In her own blood.
Sirens came from a distance as it became harder and harder to keep focused.
The girl opened her eyes to be greeted with a blinding white light, having to bring a hand over her eyes to shield them. Letting out a quiet groan, she sat up.
A nurse that had been in the room quickly rushed to her, having her lay back down. "It's alright. You're safe now." The woman hushed.
"Where… Am I?" The girl croaked, feeling as if she had taken a drink of acid.
"You're in the hospital sweetie…. You were in an accident…" The nurse pressed a button, a doctor walking in after a few minutes.
"Glad to see you're awake." The man said as he looked at a clipboard, the nurse giving her a glass of cold water that she downed, easing the burn in her throat.
"I feel awful…"
"That's not a surprise. It's a miracle you're still alive."
"What happened?"
"We're not sure. The bus you were in was hit, presumably by another car, and fell down a cliff. It had snapped in half from a large tree in the way." The look on the girl's face was that of confusion. "You don't remember any of this, do you?"
"No…"
"Well… There's a few other things…"
"What do you mean?"
"You're arm had been severed by a shard of glass…. We couldn't put it back together… We had to amputate it…" Her stomach fell to the ground as she yanked the cover off of her, slowly lifting up her arm. Or was it her arm? It looked like an arm… But it was made of metal. How could that be? "You also had a concussion and several broken ribs, along with a dislocated leg."
She made a fist with the robot arm, unable to believe what she was seeing. She looked up to the doctor. "The others? What happened to the others?"
The doctor's expression went solemn. "You were the only survivor…"