A/N: Hello, this is my first fic. Flame me and you shall be cast into the sarlaac or a black hole or something.
Disclaimer I do not own any Ludacris or Kanye West songs, Southpole, Pop-tarts, or Volvo. Jay I do own since he is me.
The world was dark. The smell of blood was everywhere and a voice called out from the shadows. 'Awaken, awaken my child. Rise and fulfill your destin-Diamond in the back, sunroof top, digging the scene with a gangsta lean…' Jay slowly opens his eyes and opens his cell phone. He cuts the alarm off and stares up at the ceiling. He then sits up and stretches lightly. He then rolls off the side of his bed and lands on the ground. He goes over to the computer and hits the enter key. Soon "Addictions by Kanye West" begins to play through the speakers. He looks around for clothes as he dances slightly to the music. He quickly pulls on a pair of baggy dark blue Southpole jeans, a light blue Southpole shirt with dark blue sleeves, and a pair of black Timberland boots. He turns off the music and heads downstairs. He is greeted by silence as he heads into the pantry and gets some pop tarts and heads out to his Volvo. He sits in the driver's seat and lets out a slow sigh. His eyebrows rise slightly as he watches his breath mist. 'It doesn't feel that cold in here. Oh well,' he thinks. He starts the car, turns up the heat, and drives towards school.
He turns up "Large Amounts by Ludacris" as he comes to a stop at a stop light. He looks down to get a pop tart and his eyes widen as he sees his breath misting in front of him. "What the hell is going on?" he thinks aloud as he watches his breath. A car honks behind him and he presses on the accelerator, the tires screeching, as he goes into the turn. He continues to watch his breath as he drives but soon notices black scales crawling up his arm. He shouts several curses in panic as he tries to brush the scales off, but to no avail. He is so wrapped up in the scales, that he doesn't notice his car going into the other lane, or the huge tanker trunk barreling down the road in front of him. The trucker knows he can't maneuver out of the way, so he blows his loud horn. Jay doesn't hear it as continues to struggle with the scales. The bright lights soon draw his attention to the world in front of him. Time seems to come to a halt as he stares at the huge truck in front of him. 'This is it, I'm dead,' he thinks as time speeds up. The huge truck crushes the small Volvo like paper. The Volvo's fuel ignites and the car becomes a ball of flame that tears through the truck and hits the huge tank on the back. The tank's structure is compromised and it also explodes throwing metal, glass, and paint everywhere…
A/N: I will make another chapter when I get five reviews. Any OCs that you readers might want in this story, please send them to me. arigato