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News Flash: new evidence has been found on the Clarke family murder. New suspects have arisen, and are currently being questioned.


Madison Clarke scoffed. New evidence…yeah right. It's not like after three whole years, they're gonna find who killed… She quickly cut off the train of thought as a tear formed in her eye. She wasn't about to cry, not here, not ever. The death of her parents, and her little sister had just been too much for the sixteen-year-old. At the time, she had refused to do anything, simply sat in her room, depressed. To this day, she could still remember the accident that killed her family. All of it so vividly, except what had done it. In her mind she could replay the crash over and over again, feel the terrible pain of the glass, like thousands of fire ants, she could hear her sister scream, see the ground tumbling before her, but could not see what had caused it. It almost broke her fragile heart to be unable to know who had killed her family, with nobody left to help her remember. God…I have to stop thinking about this. Another tear came up in her eye, but she didn't bother to wipe it away. Instead, she looked down at her wrist, at the pencil-thin scar that ran completely around. The scar came not from the accident, but from a time when her father had been working on building a wooden house for her and Marina, her little sister, to play in. Madison had tried to help with the electric saw, and had gained the scar from the rotating blade. She was lucky to have not lost her hand. Since then, she had always worn shirts that exposed it. That was one of the two things she always did; the other was wear the beautiful emerald necklace her mother had given her on her seventh birthday, to match her eyes. The hues matched perfectly, down to the marbled swirls that patterned both.

A knock on Madison's door startled her. "Come in," she called, trying not to let her sadness come out in her voice. She didn't want to bother her foster mother, Catherine Harley. Catherine was so kind, but she simply wasn't Madison's mother.

"I just wanted to let you know, you're going to school tomorrow. Tranquility High, ok?" The woman walked in, standing just inside. She bore a kind smile on her face, and Madison tried to smile as well.

"Sure, guess it was time for me to get back in 'the swing of things,'" she quoted her mother. The young woman touched her necklace gently, remembering. Catherine nodded, and left, pausing only to say, "I've gotten all your school books and such, but I know you have enough pencils, drawing all the time as you do!" Her eyes strayed to Madison's desk, where all her drawings were stashed. She then walked out, pulling the door to as she left.

Madison rushed over to her oaken desk, and yanked out the drawer. She pulled out her latest drawing, a sketch of a strange car. She knew there was writing on the side, but she simply couldn't figure out what they were. This was the car that had been coming up in Madison's dreams. A terrible, onyx-black car, with white doors. That was all she knew of it, because she could see no more. The car scared her, so much that she woke up in a sweat after seeing it in her dreams-no, nightmares. Madison pulled out a pencil, and started on the front again. Out of the little stick flowed a real-life car, one that seemed to jump out of the page. Madison saw it coming, through a glass pane, coming terribly fast, then she felt pain, horrible, racking pain… A piercing scream left her lips, and she toppled to the ground, unconscious.

Madison awoke in bed, underneath the soft, enveloping comfort of her blankets. Catherine was sitting on a chair, wringing her hands anxiously. She cried, upon seeing Madison awake, "Oh God…Madison! You scared us!"

"I'm sorry, I just…" She didn't have the heart to say what had really happened. Luckily, Catherine understood. "Well, now that you're awake," she continued, "I'll go down and make some soup." She got up quickly, and left. Madison swung her legs out of bed, and climbed out. Her drawing of the car was still where it had been, but her pencil was on the floor. She picked it up, and walked over to the window. Looking out, she saw a car: a strikingly familiar car. Madison reeled away from the window, clutching at her heart. No…it can't be! She picked up the drawing with shaking fingers, and walked back over to the window.

It was confirmed: the car was the exact car Madison had drawn. The word 'police' was stenciled in bold on the sides, and the strange motto 'to punish and enslave' was showing clearly against the onyx black. The girl uttered a strangled cry, but kept her scream in. She forced the blackness out of her eyes, and watched the car. She felt as if her nightmares had been brought into reality, for this was the very car that had caused the deaths of her parents and sister! Madison's hands shook violently, and she dropped the paper.

It was at that moment, as the sheet was fluttering down to the ground, that Catherine walked in with the soup, stopping dead when she saw her white-as-a-sheet foster daughter staring out the window. "Hon, maybe you shouldn't go to school tomorrow, what with all this excitement!" She took Madison's hand, and saw the tears, each a glittering diamond, falling silently down her cheeks. The young woman stuttered, "It…it killed them…all this time, it's been outside my window…" She blinked the tears away, banishing them from her eyes. "No…I'll go tomorrow…I'm fine, really!" she cried encouragingly, perhaps a little too much so. Catherine's eyes were very skeptic, but she took the girl's answer.

That night, lying in bed, a new face came into Madison's head. At first, it seemed harsh, but after studying it closer, she found it was quite nice, and a good change from the terrible black-and-white car. She had seen it somewhere, but she just couldn't place it. After a good bit more studying, Madison decided it was at the accident. Yes…that's where I saw him…he was there, talking to the paramedics…but he's metal. Why would a metal man be talking to paramedics? The question finally woke her up, and she got up out of bed. Judging by the glowing clock on her nightstand, she had about an hour before it was time to get up. Just enough time for a really good drawing. Madison brought out a fresh sheet of drawing paper, and a pencil, and began to draw the face she had seen. The lines seemed to come out of her mind of their own accord, with her hand simply a channel for energy. The drawing took form, slowly showing the metal man from her dream. A colour popped into her head, a green, and she took out her huge 100 coloured pencil set to find the right ones. She set about colouring the face, with varying hues of green and grey, and finally finished. Leaving her trance-like state, Madison realized that she had been drawing in near-total darkness. The fact was astonishing, but not totally strange to the young woman. This sort of thing had happened before, when she had started her drawing of the car.

The alarm went off, coming out full-volume with 'Keep Holding On' by Avril Lavigne. She rushed over and turned it off, wanting silence. Madison quietly pulled out her clothes, a pair of dark jeans, and a bright blue t-shirt with little hearts patterned on it, and put them on. She slipped her feet into some black flat sandals with a small green flower adorning them, and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. When Madison went downstairs, she knew Catherine wouldn't be up, an unspoken agreement as the school was only a block and a half away. Not bothering to eat, and not wanting to, the young woman walked outside, feeling the crisp morning air prick her nostrils. The black-and-white car was still there, and she rushed away, down the sidewalk. It was too much for her to stay around. Calm down…just focus on getting to school, that's the best thing. Madison took several deep breaths, calming herself down.