AN: I'm very sorry to keep everyone waiting! I'll skip the excuses and just tell you flat out that I'm mending some of the previous chapters that I've already written to make everything smoother for everyone. The plot is the same, just with some better descriptions and minor additions. As per usual, thanks so much for the reviews, favorites, and follows!
He glared internally at the screaming panels above him. As the bus rode over each rock of asphalt, the dimly lit cabin erupted into noise. No one else seemed to care. Popular pop music hummed at the front of the bus. The young man watched the black streak of the street pass by. He struggled to remain standing as gravity shifted to the front of the bus. It stopped and the doors opened to the night. He sat down before the driver could push the gas again. A woman ushered past him to leave. He obliged quietly. She thanked him and stepped carefully down the stairs. Aside from the driver, only three people stayed on the vehicle.
The bus picked up speed again and Darek put his arm against the window for a make-shift pillow. He
One more stop. He thought. His free hand gripped the handle on the back of the seat next to him a little tighter in happiness that the ride was almost over. It didn't matter if he was an adult, riding the bus always made him wary. He didn't mind them; riding in one, not so much. The reason for his visit wasn't pleasant. Three weeks earlier, his parents had asked for his help in moving their possessions to a home closer to town. A week later, he found himself packing their belongings before calling the funeral home. The only answer; mauled. The only question; why. His father worked as an historian at the local museum while his mother was an assistant manager at the florist.
Darek's mind wandered as he shut his eyes. Thoughts of random stories flipped through his mind, never staying long enough for him to think about them.
A bright light shot into his closed eyes, and his head hit glass before they could open. When he did, the light was gone. Somewhere behind him, one of the lights flickered quietly. All he could see was the sporadic falling of sparks and a dark object covering most of his field of vision. Fuel and blood were all he could smell and his back ached from the strange position he now lay in. It was several seconds until it occurred to him what had transpired. More sparks rained next to his feet. Moving of their own accord, his left hand reached for something to grab onto in the darkness. However, nothing felt in his reach. He leaned to his side and gasped. Whatever stopped him from moving dug into his side painfully. His left hand touched metal sticking out from just to the right and below his right lung.
"Help," He called hoarsely, barely hearing himself. Only the sparks responded. Above him, the silver boards creaked slightly as something hard made contact with the steel prison. His heart raced in response, causing his head to pound. Several seconds passed and the adrenaline rush faded. His mind grew thick from the loss of blood but he forced himself awake. Nearby, a the sound of grinding aluminum entered his ears and he jumped awake slightly, alert.
Purposeful footsteps made their way through the ruble to him. Above Darek, a pole snapped; causing the unstable steel to fall several inches before crashing to a grinding halt.
"Over here." He whispered. Darek groggily looked around, hoping to see the person. It wasn't long before the silhouette of a man stood above him. Darek thought he saw the eyes of his savior flash red from the sparks. The man paused and knelt down, his face obviously pale, yet managed to hide its features. Darek looked past him at the ceiling as the metal finally fell.