Prologue
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Dead Zone nor am looking to do so anytime soon. All I own are the Darvins, Jordan, Patrick, and every other character that has yet to be seen on the Dead Zone, if ever. Everyone else is owned by the creative people who furnish their money and effort into the creation of memorable cast of characters. So don't sue. Believe me, you won't get anything of value, unless you can bottle my voice for your own devious use. Anyways, there it is.
Analiese walked down the middle of the tour bus, completely unaware of what was going to happen next. Mark secretly shadowed Analiese, as much as you could in a small expanse of room. As he was about to wrap his hands around her waist, the bus lost direction and began training all over the road.
Jordan, the bus driver, tried to keep control of the bus as it started to veer to the edge of the road, trying to smoothly (as much as you could with a flat tire) into the edge of the road. Thankfully they had just come into a small town by the name of Cleaves Mills, ME but what worried him now was the bus wasn't responding to his actions. It just kept careening, even though he had stepped on the break and he feared that they were going to hit something else on the side of the road than just grass. And his instincts were right, because just ahead was a telephone pole.
"Everyone, hold on!" he heard himself say, as though he were living this in slow motion. Analiese and Mark (who'd fallen on top of her as she had tried to desperately grab on to anything) lay on the floor, her face smushed against the rough carpet. All the other people on the bus, Patrick the drummer, Catlynn the bassist and, Shane their tour manager as well as certain people, such as her best friend were thrown from their respective places.
Patrick had been sitting in the kitchenette area across from Jessica when the both had been shaken out of their seats and lay across, sprawled on their chests as they tried to push themselves off the ground. Shane, their tour manager, had been busy talking on cell phone while he sat behind the driver's seat. He had been thrown on his side as the bus had veered to the right. He was thankfully okay as he dragged himself across the floor towards Catlynn, who'd been just about to sit down next to Jessica. She'd been the one to suffer the most, as she had been taken completely by surprise and had been literally thrown like a rag doll across the bus. Mark shoved himself up as he heard Jessica scream once again, he turned around and saw Shane trying to revive Catlynn but with no use. She was bleeding, a huge gash gracing her forehead as the bus still careened out of control. He looked up and saw Jordan desperately trying to vie the bus from its current path, straight towards a telephone. He could see it getting closer and closer, the wide view windshield granting him full access. And just as he thought that they were going to crash, he thought he heard sirens in the background. He prayed to god that they didn't hit the telephone pole. He didn't want to suffer another accident. Not another accident.....