Story: In The Deafening Silence
Author: RainismyStrength
Rating: Somewhere in between PG-13 and M. Not really sure how far I will go with language or adult situations….
Summary: Logan has since left the school for muntants due to a tradgedy that wreaked havok on his life. He is enjoying being alone when he finds someone very interesting… Who is she, and why is she here? Things change when he gets a phone call from an old friend.
Read on, tell me what you think.
Chapter 1
"Can't see a damned thing," I muttered to myself. I crashed through another unseen pothole, causing my old Chevy truck to have a siezure. A rainy night outside Seattle. Just the kind of daybrightener I needed.
Not that I disliked rain. Christ, I lived a few miles west of the wettest city on the planet next to Atlantis. It's just that it's not usually this violent. Damn weather man said scatted showers.
I had felt the change in the weather. The admantium ached like a bitch when a low pressure system was on the way – always bad news. I just chose not to listen to it. The bar had become more rowdy as the evening wore on; I knew it wouldn't be long before a fight broke. It usually stared with some drunken lightweight summoning enough courage to make a smart remark in my direction. I only needed to wait for one to piss me off enough to wheel and smash him across the room. From then on, it didn't matter who was hitting who, as long as brawling was taking place. This is usually when I left, unless I found more fun. Although, most of them are too drunk to even pose as a challenge. Tonight's was one I tired of quickly and, as a result, I made an exit, not bothering to tip the tender.
Only now, I am left to curse and fight my way home throught the threatening rain. I humoured myself with the fact that I didn't usually go into town to drink, but tonight, for some reason, I needed more than a beer.
The rain cut visibility next to nothing, even with my eyesight. I didn't remember encountering this many holes from the town to my small, lonely bungalow.
Well…
Lonely is not the word. I am not lonely.
Secluded.
It was secluded and quiet – all I ask for. Away from people.
Away from life.
It seemed as if the road, and everything around it were being washed away. The features of the trees were always undefined, and the edge of the road no longer existed. It was by pure chance -or luck- that a lightning flash illuminated the darkness at the time it did. Up ahead, in that brief instant, I spotted an animal. My heart rate rose as I realized it was deer-like and, like all deer do, it was not moving from the center of the road.
Jesus.
I was pushing fifty.
I hit the brake hard, and the back half of my chevy fish-tailed to the right. I could no longer see the animal.
As my truck came to a shuddering stop, I searched for the danger. The rain did not seem so resistant now that I was stationary, but I still could not spot the animal I had seen seconds before.
"Dammit." I opened my door, and walked to the front, prepared to drag an unconcious carcass off the road.
As I rounded the front of my vehicle, I noticed a girl – or a woman, I couldn't tell – was sprawled on the pavement. I took in the sight of her, my mind attepting to decipherwhat just took place.
I turned towards the forest. Maybe I missed it. Maybe it ran off in the dark.
I could smell deer. Deer and oil. Don't know how the hell oil was in the picture, but there it was, strong and pungent in the air. How could an animal like that disappear?
I looked back down at the stranger. She was now picking herself up off the ground.
"Kid, are you alright?" I thought maybe I should ask about her safety.
"Do you not watch where the hell you are driving?" Her tone was gruff, causing my sudden niceness to dissapate with the falling water.
"Have you looked at the sky?" I watched her hardened face as I spoke. "In case you hadn't checked, we lagged on our sacrifices to the rain god this month, so he decided to drown us!" I shouted over the storm.
"And where the hell did you come from? You just appeared in the street!" This, she did not answer. As we stood there in the storm I breifly glanced up in the direction of the sky, cursing the pelting raindrops, contemplating my situation. We faced each other for several more seconds.
What the hell.
"Come on."
I turned, and ripped my car door open. No sense in having a conversation in the rain.