A/N: Whoa, not a drabble!
I know it's short, but this is just a prologue so the rest'll be longer.
Disclaimer: Don't sue me. I don't have anything worth suing for.
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Watching a car crash is entertaining.
Vehicles collide, metal mangles, people are thrown and torn. It's ugly, it's gory and it's absolutely impossible to stop watching.
When you're in a car crash, the equation changes. All you can see is the destruction about to take place and all you know is the pain about the take hold.
The solution to this new equation is different too. Instead of the witness, you play the victim.
And being the victim in a car crash sucks.
Robert Chase wasn't doing anything wrong. He was driving to work. He wasn't drunk. He wasn't distracted. He was just driving to work.
He blinked, and in that split second, he went from by standard to being completely consumed by light and a sort of unspeakable pain.
He blinked, and suddenly he was a marked man.
He blinked.
There were a few dozen people standing on the street, on the sidewalk, all caught up in their own lives, none aware of what exactly was going, but in that moment every head turned, every voice silenced and, just for one sweet, opaque moment, every heart stopped.
Robert Chase's heart stopped.
Only difference is, everyone else's started back up again.
Ah yes, a car crash is ever-so entertaining.
What comes next is even better.