"Now I have the revenge I've always desired." Morgan murmured, a sly smile across her face. "Every person who ever stood against me, I stole their memories, their identities, and threw them into an unknown land that they can't return from."

The servant looked up. "Where's that, M'lady?"

"The twenty-first century."

~(&)~

The truck rattled and groaned, but its protests went unheard by the driver and young passenger. They were both blissfully ignorant of the impending disaster. Heavy and wet like a sodden cotton blanket, fog hung in the air and blocked truck driver's sight after a few feet. To the left, a green valley displayed what had possibly been a lake at one point, but was now claimed by the forest. The truck's headlights pierced the fog and illuminated the silhouette of an elderly man tramping along the side of the road.

The truck swerved, narrowly missing the old man. Irritation sparked in the heart of the obese driver and he cranked down the window. "Watch where yer going!"

The old man barely glanced up, instead fading fast in the thick fog. He had large ears and a long white beard tucked neatly into his belt.

Then the truck rounded a corner and the driver saw no more of him.

Stirring at his side, a teenage boy yawned several times before blinking open vibrant blue eyes. For a moment he seemed panicked, unsure where he was, and then the boy relaxed. Of course. How did he forget? The truck driver glanced at the boy. He had a twig-like figure and the driver wasn't sure how well he was eating. Dressed in clothes slightly too large for him, the boy's black hair tumbled about his head like the ruffled feathers of a raven. Apparently he was on his way to London. The boy had stumbled into a restaurant, seemingly out of the blue and begged to come along with the driver, being that the driver was going to London himself.

So here they were, several hours later and still the boy slept. For a moment neither man said anything, but then the driver licked his cracked lips.

"Did I wake you?"

The boy shrugged. "Naw. I was up anyway." That was a lie. The boy was exhausted.

There was a pause while both men lapsed into their thoughts. Then the truck driver glanced at the boy. "We'll be in London in fifteen minutes or so," he said. The man squinted. "What did you say your name was, kid?"

The boy was silent for a moment. "Ren," he murmured.

The driver's interest peaked. "Unusual, where'd you pick up something like that?"

Ren shrugged. "Just a nickname."

"Ah," the driver nodded, his double-chin wobbling like a turkey's gobble. "What's your full name then?"

Slowly, a small smile lit Ren's face. "Guess."

"Oh that's hardly fair!" the drive protested.

The boy just shrugged, sat up and stared out the window. His blue jacket crumpled around him, nearly swallowing him. Rubbing his neck idly, Ren picked at a red handkerchief tied securely around his neck. After a moment the driver sighed. He scrubbed his forehead with chubby fingers and squinted his eyes. "Alright. Lemme see… Theron?"

The boy snorted. "What sort of name is that?"

"Apparently not yours."

"That would be correct."

"Dang it." the driver rolled his eyes, still watching the road. "Aaron?"

"Nope."

"Jaren?"

"Is that even a name?"

The drive just shook his head. "Alright. Brenda?"

The boy grimaced. "No, thank God. That would be embarrassing."

Turning to look at the boy for an instant, the driver's eyes almost instantly reverted to the road. He chuckled, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. "I had to ask." The boy rolled his eyes up which only further amused the driver. "You're alright, kid." he said, "I give up. What is it?"

The boy sighed. "Mer-"

Suddenly the truck jerked sideways, interrupting him. The driver let forth a spew or curses and attempted to avoid the car coming straight toward them. There was a flash of brightness and the headlights of the other car pierced Ren's eyes.

Ren cried out, hands over his face, and the driver wrestled with the wheel. Whizzing past them just inches away, the car just managed to avoid a collision with the truck, but now it was too late for the truck driver to correct his course and stay on the road. Shrouded in fog, the edge of the highway dipped down into nothingness.

Everything was happening too fast. All Ren caught were glimpses. A head smacking the dashboard. His or the driver's? Not sure. The driver screaming. A half empty box of doughnuts flying through the air. Hands clinging to his seat belt.

And then they crashed through the metal roadblock on the side of the highway and suddenly the car was tumbling. Up was down and down was up. There were shouts, a ringing in Ren's ears. Flashes of light. Pain.

The truck rolled and rolled and Ren thought it would never stop.

But then it did.

And everything was silent.

AN: Anywho, Please Review!

Seriously though. I shouldn't start another multi-chapter story, but here I am... So Yeah. Tell me what you think so far;)))