((A/N: I know that nobody really likes these long author's notes, so I'm just going to beg for a few minutes of your time…
Spoilers: Post Wayne's World 1 and 2. Well, kind of. This picks up about halfway through Wayne's World 2.
Er…that's it. Heh, that wasn't so long after all…
Thanks for reading, and please enjoy the fic!))
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Right or wrong, black and white…cross the line, you're gonna pay…in the dawn, before the light…live or die by shades of grey…
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"Oh my God, what happened?!"
"Shit, shit, shit, what on God's earth happened?!"
"That car came out of nowhere!"
"Didn't he see it?!"
"Didn't you just hear me?! How could he have seen it? It came out of nowhere!"
"Oh God…"
An ambulance came screaming up the street with sirens blaring. When it screeched to a halt, one of the medics hurried up to the body lying on the street, followed closely by a second one. He knelt next to the body and placed his fingers gently on the neck. He waited for a few moments before solemnly shaking his head and rising to his feet.
"Dead, I'm afraid," he murmured. "Nothing we can do for him now…"
Gently the two medics lifted the body onto a stretcher and pulled a sheet over it. Moments before the 22-year old with a head of shoulder-length brown hair was covered up completely, a young man around the same age as the one on the stretcher made his way through the crowd. His long, blonde hair fluttered slightly in the light breeze as his oversized glasses fogged up with tears. Eventually he approached the stretcher and tenderly touched the familiar brown hair of his best friend.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Algar," one of the medics said, recognizing the young man and knowing his connection to the body on the stretcher. "But…you'll have to let us move along…" He uncomfortably loaded the stretcher into the ambulance, trying not to look anyone in the eye.
"Oh, please, God, no," the blonde-haired youth groaned, sinking to the ground. He grimaced a bit, feeling the hot gravel of the street dig into his knees through the holes in his jeans. "God, please don't take him from me yet…"
A young woman with long black hair and slightly dark skin approached the youth. She gently placed a hand on his shoulder, kneeling next to him. He gave a start, turning to face her, and she gave him a sad smile.
"I was too late, too," she murmured. "I…I wish I had listened to him sooner." Tears threatened to spill over as she hugged the other youth tightly, the heat of their bodies mingling with the heat of the gravel still sticky with tar and the heat of the disgustingly blistering June day.
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Up in the sky, a young man slowly opened his brown eyes and realized that he was looking straight down into the city below him. He gave a startled yelp and attempted to right himself, flailing around in fear. Realizing quickly that he was floating and not falling, he blinked and crossed his legs underneath him, sitting Indian-style in the sky.
"Well, this is weird," he murmured under his breath. "…where the hell am I?"
He closed his eyes and racked his brain, trying desperately to think of what had led up to this point. He was so immersed in his thinking that he didn't notice that he was slowly sinking to the ground, at least not until his feet touched the ground. He twitched a bit, startled, but didn't think much of it. The rain rushed down around him, calling his attention through the sounds. He gave a glance-around, and then noticed that he wasn't wet at all.
"What the—" he started, but stopped when he heard crying. The crying started as a small series of sobbing, but escalated quickly into a full-out wail. His blood ran cold as he recognized the voice. Quickly he sprang into action, running full-speed for the voice. Not long after, he stumbled into the scene of an accident, marked appropriately by the caution tape stretched around the whole area. Smack in the middle of the chaos were two people that he recognized—his best friend and his girlfriend. Their arms were around each other and both were crying.
"Hey, guys, what's going on?" he asked, passing through the caution tape with minimal trouble and approaching them. He knelt next to them. "Talk to me, what's happened?" But neither of them paid him any mind and continued sobbing. "Hey! What's wrong?" Quickly the young man was becoming afraid and frantically tried to put a hand on his best friend's shoulder. He gave a horrified gasp when his hand passed right through.
"What the hell is this?!" he shouted to the sky. All of a sudden, the scene froze and he cringed as a bright white light flooded his vision. A young woman's voice floated through his ears, though he couldn't spot the owner of the voice through the light.
"Come with me, young one…there is much we must discuss."
The young man tried to voice a refusal and a demand for answers, but his voice was frozen as well as the hubbub around him. His entire body tingled as he disappeared.
"Fear not, young Wayne Campbell…you shall know all soon enough."