Hey! This is my first time writing, so it's not all that great. I have no idea how I got the idea to write this, but I did. So now I'm here!
Disclaimer: Why would anyone think I own TDI? Hello…all I own is a crappy computer and a thirteen year old mattress! =(
Like the prologue's name…I got it from the play Les Miserables, from the opening song "Prologue: A Work". (And why the heck would I own Les Miserables! If I did, my high school wouldn't have done it as our winter musical a couple years ago!)
Anyway, on with the crappy story!
Prologue: A Crash
Bridgette screamed as the car swerved in and out of the many rows of cars on the highway. Geoff had a look of panic on his face as he sped to get his teenage wife to the hospital.
"Can't you go any faster?!" Bridgette screamed.
"Well, can't you go any slower?" Geoff nervously asked.
"Geoff, YOU CAN'T SLOW DOWN CHILDBIRTH!" Bridgette let out another scream. She was crying. "Geoff, the baby will be out any second!"
"I'm going as fast as I can!" Geoff yelled back. He turned his head to the backseat to face his wife.
"GEOFF! THE TRUCK!" Bridgette cried.
An eighteen-wheeler was coming head on at them; Geoff had driven the car into the opposite lane. Geoff turned the wheel, but it was too late. They hit the eighteen-wheeler.
Both the BMW and the eighteen-wheeler fell off the road and crashed into one of the many trees. The air bags deployed a second after they hit the tree, hitting Bridgette in the face. She let out another scream, but this time it was long and filled with anguish.
Geoff, whose legs and arms were crushed by one of the tree's many branches, turned around to see that they baby had been born. It was a little baby boy with a small patch of blonde hair on the top of his head.
Geoff then looked at Bridgette. She had five shards of glass stuck in her forehead and was massively bleeding. She wasn't breathing.
"Bridge…" Geoff whispered. He lightly pushed her. Bridgette's head fell back. She was dead.
Geoff started to cry.
He turned to the baby. "Live a good life…Jack." Then he died.
The truck driver, who had only broken his arm, had heard Geoff's final words and saw the newborn baby lying in the backseat next to his dead mother. The truck driver forced the car door open and took the baby out, cradling it in his arms.
"So…err, Jack…nice name," he said, taking out his cell phone and dialing 9-1-1.
"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" the operator said.
"Hi…there was an accident between my eighteen-wheeler and a BMW…not sure which type. Both the woman and the man in the BMW are dead…although the woman just gave birth to a little boy…" he stated trying not to leave out anything.
"Where is your location?" the operator asked.
The truck driver gave the location. "Thank you. We will send an ambulance there immediately."
The ambulance arrived in seven minutes, along with two cop cars. The ambulance took Bridgette, Geoff, and baby Jack to the hospital.
Meanwhile, Geoff and Bridgette had a visitor.
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A tall hooded figure stood next to the car. He raised his scythe and swung it at the male, then the female. He was about to swing it at the baby when he heard the female speak.
"Don't take him!" Bridgette cried. She bowed down next to the figure and grabbed the bottom of his cloak. "We'll do anything." Her husband stood behind her as to back her up.
"Anything, you say?" said the figure. He pulled his hood down to reveal a green Mohawk and many, many facial piercings on a teenage face. Duncan had on his usual, diabolical smirk.
What did I tell you! It so sucks! I promise the next one will be better. Please r&r…I don't care if you flame…any reviews are accepted! Also, if any character id OOC, I would like to know. Any grammar or spelling errors, please tell; I don't think their will be any…I'm using Microsoft Word (which I don't own either). Any ideas for the story, please tell. I already wrote the next couple chapters, but I can change them.
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