Okay, I was working on a different fic, and this just came to me. Please review, tell me if I should continue or not. Disclaimer- I own nothing in the world. Geez, these disclaimers are depressing.
"How are you doing that?" Kaz looked up from shuffling cards to his older brother. He shrugged. Jordie and Kaz were sitting in the back of their family's car, their parents sitting in the front, their father driving.
"I don't know."
"It's like magic." Jordie said, eyes wide. "Can I try?"
"Sure." Kaz said. He handed the deck to Jordie. They were on a back road, heading out of Amsterdam.
"What are you boys up to?" Their mother asked, turning to look at them. She reached out, squeezing his hand. Kaz would always remember her smile, right before the world was turned on its head.
Their father swore, and their mom had time to turn around again before a large black pickup truck smashed into their car. It obliterated the driver and passenger seat, almost driving on top of the little car.
Kaz opened his eyes, a searing pain in his leg, throat, and hands. He looked down, seeing that his hands were covered in blood, gushing from several assorted cuts.
He looked to where Jordie had been sitting, and instantly looked away and began throwing up, a large amount of blood mixed in with his vomit. Jordie was very clearly dead. That image, along with the image of his mothers smile, would haunt him for as long as he lived.
He passed out, not hearing the sirens that came minutes later.
"What's wrong with him?" Kaz heard beeping, a women's voice, sirens.
Another woman. "His leg's shattered, it's going to need surgery. His throat's been cut, by some miracle missing his jugular and slicing into his vocal cords. His hands are shredded."
"Get him in, we need to get him to the hospital. The parents and the other boy?"
"All dead. The parents were killed on impact. Skulls were crushed. The other kid died probably just after. Massive internal bleeding. Not a pretty sight." Kaz tried to talk, only a faint rasping sound coming out.
"He's still conscious. Good one, Janet." The woman's voice grew soft. "It's okay, sweetheart. Just relax. Sedate him, will you?"
Kaz felt the prick of a needle in his arm. Then everything dissolved into black.