WHISPER
"WHENEVER THE SAFETY OF THE LIVING IS THREATENED BY EVIL, THERE ARE MANY WHO WILL JUMP TO IT'S DEFENSE."
'Highway to Hell' Played loudly over the car radio as a young man with navy hair drove down a dark highway. Finishing the last of his 'Wendy's' large to-go drink, the man placed it in the cupholder. As a lose strand of hair fell into his eyes, he promptly swatted it away as it annoyed him. He was glad to be heading home after a long day of being out of town and on the go since sun-rise. Once home he would be more then happy to let someone else do all the driving for the next week. However, it seemed that the traffic on the road this night had other plans and had come to a creeping stop. It was too late for the cause of this to be construction, so it must have been a bad accident-it had been raining most of the day and there was an oddly unuseual amount of traffic on the road for the middle of the week. Knowing he'd be sitting there for a while, the man used the chance to make a phone call. Flipping his cell phone open, he used one hand to punch in the familiar number to his home.
The phone had only rung twice before the hairs on the back of his neck and arms stood on end. The man felt his senses awaken as he became aware that the temperature inside his car had rapidly plummited to that of outside.
"Hello?"
Shrugging off the strange sensation, he forced his mind to concintrate on the phone and nothing else.
'Hey Hun! There's a hold up on the Highway down here.I'm calling to let you know to expect me home a little la...'
The man stopped in mid sentence, his attention had suddenly been diverted.
Walking past the line of waiting cars was a young woman. Even though it was dark, it was clear that she had flaming red hair, her face was darkened and she looked as if she were lost. Glancing around the man tried to see if anyone else had noticed this strange woman, wondering if perhaps she was hurt or needed help or something along those lines. Still not taking his eyes off of her, he noticed that none of the people standing at the side of the road or in any near by cars even acknowledged the woman's pressence. Closing his eyes he tried to shake the strange vibes he was getting from her, it was like something he hadn't felt before, it made his blood turn to ice.
"BRIAN!"
Shouted the woman from the other end of the phone, concern filled her voice as she waited for a response.
'I'm here. The traffic's moving again. I'll be home in a few hours.'
With that he closed his phone and tossed it onto the passanger seat. As the traffic picked up speed so did he-he tried to see where the woman had gone to but there was no trace that she had even been there.
'Odd...'
He thought furrowing his eyebrows before driving off into the dark, leaving that stretch of road behind him and to be forgotten at the back of his mind...