First posted Jak fic. Don't own, just enjoy very much. Izze is mine, plot is mine, and that's about it. I doubt there'll be any serious pairings, so no worries about that. Point of View may change from chapter to chapter, to Izze's or third. This is the first time I've written in First person, so if I slip up, my apologies.
It had been raining hard that cold, winter's day. The roads were slick with rain and were beginning to ice over. The fog seemed to weave itself into the headlights in tendrils, clutching at the beat up little Camry with phantom digits.
I hydroplaned, but corrected myself quickly. I hated driving in weather like this, but I needed to go to the store for something… I've forgotten what now, but if I hadn't needed what ever it was, I definitely would have remained on my sofa with a mug of hot cocoa and no story to tell.
I grew up in many places, but the desert and Death Valley had always been my favorite. The small Texas town I called home then was alright but much too humid for my taste, and in the winter, much too cold.
I glanced down at the radio; it had fizzled out in the middle of its muted mantra of Christmas songs. I hadn't bothered to fix it, not with the road what it was, but glanced up in time to slam on my brake and swerve. A man in a 4Runner had been coming at me in my lane. He nicked the trunk of my car and sent me spinning.
A truck plowed into my side and I knocked my head on the door frame pretty good. Things went purple for a moment and I smelt rubber and blood. I heard another crash, a screech of metal crunching as my vision lightened to a mixture of blue and pink, like I had been lying in the sun and just opened my eyes.
Everything was so fast but I saw everything so slowly.
A semi was coming at me head on. I remember feeling panic, but only briefly. Everything was silent save for the white noise from the radio. The semi's lights grew brighter, until I couldn't see any thing but white. I couldn't feel the seat, or the steering wheel.
"Take her. Her time in this world isn't done, but she may be of use to you until it's her time here."
I couldn't describe the voice. It was like I hadn't heard it at all; though I know what words had been spoken.
"We will return her when her usefulness has run out," this voice was soft-spoken.
The light got brighter and then I closed my eyes, though I could still see the brightness. I wondered briefly if I were dead and where the pain was before everything went completely dark.
It's short, but it's only a prologue. Hopefully I'll have more soon. I know the general direction I want to go with this, but I'm writing it as I go. Please leave comments of suggestions or if you just want to correct something for me. Anything is appreciated.
Signed,
BloodyBones